Watching his daughter endure such inhuman torture, Hank Pym's resolve finally broke.
He could sacrifice himself to protect the world, but he could not stand by and watch his only daughter die before his eyes.
"That's the answer I wanted, Hank."
Hearing this, Darren cut the current, satisfied.
Homelander silently applauded Darren's move.
Nicely done, baldy. That's it. Make him write it down.
Everything was going according to Homelander's plan.
Once Hank Pym wrote down the formula, Darren would take it and leave. Skynet's people waiting outside would strike immediately, taking both the formula and Darren's life.
That way, Homelander would get the formula, and Hope would be grateful to him.
Another win-win.
"Get him paper and a pen!"
With the wish he had harbored for years finally within reach, Darren was so elated that his guard slipped for a moment.
But Hope's hands, which seemed to hang limply at her sides, crept toward a hidden pocket at her waist. Inside was a button-sized Micro Electronic Pulse Generator.
Through sheer force of will, Hope remained barely conscious. She knew that once her father handed over the formula, Darren would kill them all.
She quietly pressed the generator's activation switch with her thumb.
Bzzzt!
An invisible electromagnetic pulse burst outward from Hope.
Darren, standing closest, took the full force of it.
"Ah!" Darren shrieked in terror. Sparks spat from his suit as the pulse locked his body in place, leaving him unable to move.
The mechanical tentacles holding Hope released her as well.
Years of agent training took over. The instant she was free, Hope charged straight at the two men restraining old Pym.
"Kill her!" one of them shouted, reacting quickly.
Seeing his boss attacked, he released one of the mechanical arms holding Homelander. The arm's laser emitter began to