Flicker had watched from the shadows, as her brother and some others had hauled the man determined to return for his friend back to the choppers before they had taken off. The enemy, her former masters, were even now filling in and around the base of the tower. A mistake on their part, because there hadn't been much time left on the timer. She took off then across the savanna springing forward in great leaping bounds, until she moved faster than a cheetah in the hunt for a gazelle.
She was free from the control of those who had made her, but she'd never be free from what they'd made her into. Tears coursed down her cheeks, as her long hair streamed out behind her, but no matter how fast she hurtled over the ground she couldn't get away from the monster that they had made her into.
Behind her in the distance the ground quaked and the tower and much of the partially constructed city literally blew apart. The Code was locked in a language of confusion. Code forces around the world came to a halt unable to understand their instructions and at a lack for any means of communication, while rebel forces struck with pinpoint savagery in a bloodbath struggle to regain their freedom and see that justice was done.
The Code and its followers were virtually defenseless against the onslaught of the world they had for a brief time, been masters over. The Code fell and the nations of the world were reborn in nationalistic pride of individuality. The dreams of a unified one world government would have to lie dormant in the hearts of dark minded men once again, until humanity succumbed to the lure offered by those, who inspired individuals to be their own gods and forsake understanding, in exchange for the lunacy of an immoral life, where no excess was held back from.