Zane leaned back in his chair, his eyes flickering with the cold light of ambition. The room was dark, save for the glow of the computer screen before him. On it, data streams of energy patterns and security feeds ran continuously, tracing every move Abomination made within the city.
Zane was a man of many contingencies, and while his most powerful asset was driven by primal rage, Zane knew that rage could be harnessed. But control, as always, was tenuous.
He steepled his fingers, deep in thought. Abomination was powerful, yes, but power without direction was chaos. Zane had fed the creature just enough to keep him on the hunt, but each time Lucas evaded capture, the leash tightened around Zane's own neck. He knew Abomination's patience was wearing thin—and the creature's threats were anything but hollow.
