A ball of energy began to form in Steele’s left hand as she glared at the young woman, her glowing gaze burning holes though her. “How long?” Steele asked through gritted teeth. The woman swallowed visibly. “Tell me!” Steele’s voice was dripping with rage. The energy in her fist grew brighter. The woman’s eyes grew wide form fear. “Five years, and six months. We were able to recover your brain, but your body had to be completely reconstructed. Luckily we acquired your medical records from the remnants of the Atlas corporation.” Steele would have been impressed by the woman’s emotional control, if she wasn’t so enraged. She tried to take deep breaths, but something inside her wouldn’t stop.

Steele let out a rage fueled roar, and hurled the ball of energy at the wall. The screeching sound of tearing metal filled the room, followed by hissing as the melted bulkhead cooled. While the liquified metal cooled, Steele took several deep breaths, until her heart slowed and her tattoos faded back to blue.