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Anyone trying to track Martin would've had a hard time doing so, let alone pinning down a schedule for him. He teleported to places on a whim and was generally at the Sanctum or the HQ, the ratio of which was subject to change upon his moods. After that whole end of the world bit, he'd been spending more and more time at the Sanctum, but still showed up to HQ here and there. But these places were home territory for him, not good for an ambush.

But while he never did so with a schedule, Martin could still be found to teleport for casual flights around Boston at random times. He just liked looking down at the city really. Which was where he was now, sitting on his magic disc and floating past downtown while sipping a coke he'd gotten from HQ. Today he was in a pretty good mood.