The moment seems frozen as Quentin Beck’s life hangs by a thread. The drone’s turret sparks, aiming at his weakened form—until a massive, armored hand emerges from below and in front of him, intercepting the blast in a shower of sparks. The hand, sleek and metallic with deep blue accents and intricate lines of circuitry, holds steady, absorbing the force effortlessly.

Beck barely has time to react as the hand shifts, reaching out to grab him securely. As he’s lifted into the air, his gaze rises to meet a towering robotic figure, its lean, angular form marked by a visor-like faceplate that emits a faint red glow. The machine’s imposing frame hums with a low, controlled power, and there’s something almost menacing in the precision of its movements.

With a fluid transformation, the machine folds into a high-tech, armored car. The cabin opens, and Beck is pulled inside as the vehicle revs with a thunderous growl. Before he knows it, they’re speeding away, the landscape flashing by as the car moves with near-sentient purpose, leaving the chaos behind. The interior is dimly lit, and Beck finds himself surrounded by sleek, advanced tech, the kind he can only dream of.