Ren's primal shout of rage tore through the confines of the transport vehicle, echoing off the sleek, white walls. The sudden surge of adrenaline and fury that accompanied the General's contemptuous chuckle was the final trigger.
"Argh!"
The heavy-duty military restraints binding his wrists and ankles were designed to hold the strongest humans, but not a fully enraged, Beast-bound anomaly. The metal links shrieked in protest, then snapped like dried twigs. The silver energy that flashed from his eyes in the low light of the cabin was the raw, uncontained force of his newly awakened Beast.
"General, we have a problem!" Glacier, the agent in the driver's seat, stammered through the comms.
Ren hauled himself off the floor, his breathing ragged. He stood, his shadow looming large on the screen where Conan was watching.
"You wanted to see it, Conan? Here it is," Ren hissed, his voice a low, vibrating growl.
