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Remember Fargo!

Brad Simmons lowers his hand, satisfied with his work. On the concrete beneath him lies the body of an older male mutant, mutilated from several hundred lacerations. The mutant bleed well and freely, leading to the three words painted upon the alley wall before Simmons. The scent of the still-warm and fresh blood assaulted his nostrils and he took it in, moving closer to the wall. His eyes were only half-open, lidded in euphoria as he feels his body sync with the homo superior genetics he's just augmented himself. His body stabilizes and the constant pain he's been in over the last few months abates, allowing him to think clearly once again.

One down, millions more to go.

And he still had to rescue Liz.

The cuts and bruises he'd accumulated over the last few weeks vanished from his skin as though they'd never been and Brad Simmons walks out of the alley, leaving his latest test subject there for someone to find, along with his message. And someone would, eventually.

Nothing stays hidden for long in Mutant Town.