The storm had fully arrived by the time Lana left the house. Rain hammered the island without mercy. Wind bent the palm trees and sent fallen leaves skidding across the paths. Within minutes, her clothes were soaked through, her hair plastered against her face. Still, she kept going. The warehouse stood on the edge of town, just at the end of the docks. Around the place there were Cargo boats and shipping containers. When she arrived, she spotted Janette crouched beside the building, shivering beneath a rain jacket. "You took forever," Janette whispered. "I was trying not to get caught." "We're breaking into a warehouse during a tropical storm. We're already making terrible decisions." Despite everything, Lana managed a small smile. "Come on." Together they slipped around the back of the building. Stacked cargo crates gave them just enough height to reach a large window. Slowly, they peered inside. Both girls froze. A giant machine stood in the center of the warehouse. Steel arms. Massive hydraulic legs. A glowing power core embedded in its chest. It wasn't just a machine. It was a weapon. Janette stared. "Okay... that's definitely worse than I imagined." Workers moved around the machine while Lana's adoptive parents stood below it. For a moment, Lana simply watched them. The strange thing was... they looked exhausted. Not triumphant. Not evil. Exhausted. Her adoptive father rubbed his eyes. "We've lost it again," he muttered. His wife folded her arms tightly. "Sixteen Ver más