The screams of agony still echoed through the ship's metallic halls.
"Arghhhhhh!"
Sylar's voice tore through the air like a dying animal, reverberating from behind the sealed walls of the chamber where he endured the Omega Compound transformation. Each cry was raw, the sound of his body and mind being ripped apart and rebuilt molecule by molecule.
Outside, Benjamin and the other super soldiers remained silent. They sat with their eyes closed as the ship drifted through the endless expanse of stars, their faces unreadable.
For hours, they had listened to those screams, but then, on the seventh hour, they opened their eyes and glanced at the room with small smiles on their faces. The critical threshold had been surpassed.
If the subject survived seven hours of the Omega infusion without losing consciousness, the transformation would stabilize. The risk of death would fade.
