Zane slammed his fist onto the desk, his frustration boiling over. "That idiot!" he cursed aloud, the words echoing in the sterile confines of his office. The communicator lay shattered beside him, a symbol of his fraying control over the situation. Abomination was supposed to be his instrument, a tool for furthering his goals, but now the creature was loose, unpredictable, and beyond his grasp.
He sat back in his chair, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He needed to find Abomination before it did something catastrophic, something that could expose their connection. With a deep breath, Zane turned on his monitor and began scanning through the city surveillance footage. The images flickered across the screen—streets filled with people going about their lives, unaware of the monstrous threat lurking in the shadows.
