The situation exploded when the Ghostwing prototype began overloading. Voss threatened to activate its unstable field unless Mom brought me into the cockpit. Aunt June released a smoke device, giving Mom and me a chance to escape the armed men. We ran into the hangar as alarms screamed around us, but the aircraft\u2019s strange signal grew stronger with every step. Mom tried to pull me away, yet I realized I could feel something happening inside the system. I told her I might be able to stop it. She refused at first, terrified of losing me, but I reminded her that she had spent her entire life protecting people even when the consequences were dangerous. After a painful moment of hesitation, she agreed to help me try. Together, we climbed into the cockpit, and the moment my hands touched the controls, the world seemed to disappear.<\/p>\n
I could suddenly sense the aircraft\u2019s detection systems as patterns of light, folding signals, and invisible pathways. Voss\u2019s code tried to lock around my mind, turning me into a control mechanism for his machine. But I remembered Mom\u2019s voice telling me to check the locks and walk through the door, the same words she had repeated throughout my childhood whenever I felt afraid. I pushed back against the system. The aircraft screamed, its lights flashed, and the unstable field collapsed inward. One by one, its panels sparked and died until the hangar fell silent. When I opened my eyes, Mom was holding me tightly, and Ghostwing sat motionless around us. Voss stared at the ruined aircraft in disbelief. Security personnel rushed into the facility as Admiral Carter and Aunt June helped restrain him. He looked at Mom and accused her of taking his son. She answered calmly, \u201cI raised mine.\u201d I stood beside her and made my own decision clear. \u201cMy name is Lucas Miller,\u201d I told him. \u201cNot Voss.\u201d<\/p>\n
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