Night Ghost was injured.
By the time John heard the news, Dax had already been taken to Taran Industries' Medical Department.
Thankfully, Matt still remembered that the Second Alliance existed.
Doctor Helen from the medical department rushed over in the middle of the night, accompanied by more than a dozen members of her department.
They wheeled Dax into the emergency room.
An explosion at point-blank range, practically face-to-face-even Taran Industries' finest bulletproof vest couldn't absorb the entire impact.
John arrived at the Medical Department and saw the emergency light glowing.
Then he glanced at Matt, whose expression was lost.
Matt didn't know what to say to John.
His no-killing rule had landed him in trouble during this fight, too.
If he had dealt with things faster, perhaps Night Ghost wouldn't have gotten hurt.
Matt sank into deep self-reproach.
"What did you run into?" John asked.
He said nothing about blame. That was for Dax to decide.
Matt pulled off his mask.
Honestly, both of them were in pretty rough shape.
The bracers on Matt's suit were gone, and his body bore multiple wounds.
Compared to genetically altered people like the Extremis Soldiers, Matt and Dax had never truly escaped the limitations of ordinary humans.
They had lost because of their bodies, and because they hadn't known enough.
If Dax had known that guy could explode, he would never have given him an opening.
"Stick and I went to destroy a weapon," Matt said dejectedly. "It was called Black Sky, but when we got there, I realized they were transporting a boy."
"Those two Extremis Soldiers had a deal with Xin. I don't know the details, but it involved Fisk."
Matt explained everything that had happened, including his mentor, Stick, and the appearance of the Extremis Soldiers.
Black Sky had been