Magnusson ironwood had been tracking down the trail of whoever he thought had a hand in the death of his son, he wondered how Magnus had gotten his hands on the map and wondered who had sold out his son as he walked through a deserted area. His head and face wrapped in a turban to protect him from the constant sand storms.
He had initially thought of hanging out the job to someone else but he reconsidered. This was personal, and he was going to squeeze the life out of whoever it was. He had left a trail of bodies in his search for his son's killer an whoever he was going to meet was also as good as dead.
The killing intent around him was so thick that everyone avoided him even animals. He kicked away the chassis of a vehicle sending it into a dilapidated building and he trudged on, after walking for a few minutes the building he sought eventually came into sight.
