(Davies Global — Executive Penthouse Cell)
Alia pressed the ceramic blade to Davies' throat.
He laughed.
"Your father was the true creator of the α-toxin. I merely inherited his little human optimization project."
A holoprojection flickered to life—
William Sterling's lab journal unfolded:
[1989.6.17 — Subject exhibited pontine necrosis. Terminating Batch C-12]
The date matched the day Carson's mother was diagnosed.
"Lies," Alia hissed, slicing through the biometric lock.
William Sterling lifted his fogged, trembling eyes—
Then suddenly grabbed her pistol—
And shot Davies in the knee.
"He altered the records..." William wheezed.
"We were working on an antidote, not a weapon…"
Davies screamed, dragging himself to the master control console.
"Then let New York decide what's true!"
He slammed his palm onto the override panel.
Across the city, columns of black-green gas erupted into the sky.