"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" He roared, face palming a thug in colors against the wall as if it was weightless. In anger he mercilessly killed the snitch, one of Wyrm's men. Had it not been for the sudden booming demand of Drake, the man would probably still be alive. He unclenched a black, clawed hand from the poor man's face as the body went limp and slumped to the ground. Only partially transformed, his taloned hands would tug and adjust the lapels of his business suit as he stepped away, towards his entourage. Popping his neck by turning his head side to side, he wore an expression of extreme distaste. "So we have some snake mutha' looking for some pretty rocks..." He muttered to himself "Playing with things he doesn't know about..." In a flash, he moved so quickly he now stood with one of his subordinates throats clenched, his claws digging into the skin enough to cause a trickle of blood run down his throat. "Put the word out now!" He dropped the goon and started laughing. "There's a bunch of clowns in this city, you would think the holier-than-thou heroes would know something on patience...Haha, they run on MY SCHEDULE! IN MY CITY!" He turned to the sharp dressed man clutching his throat. "Put the draft out, see if that sickly boy wants to put his own brand of justice on the heroes."<br/><br/>"Who?"<br/><br/>"Oh you know, the one who is always KILLING YOU STUPID CUNTS OFF?! Infectious? Infect-shawn? I don't know! FIND HIM! While your at it, there's a few more..." He settled down now, his people fearful of his sudden mood changes. He pulled a cigarette from his lapel pocket and one of his secretaries lit it for him. He inhaled deeply before continuing. "There's a few other notorieties. See if they'd like a bit more fame through our....- he inhaled and exhaled. - endorsements."<br/><br/>"And who would that be?"<br/><br/>"Get that one chick, you know, we had to cover up the controversy her dad caused over experimenting on his her...?" He flicked his ash and looked up to the skies, his thoughts on the now high priority threat from the Angel. "It's time that family paid their dues anyways..."<br/><br/>"Anyone else?"<br/><br/>Manson Murdoc finished his cigarette. "There's one more, a battery like me it seems. I've heard about another girl who can absorb energy and crazy over here-" He motioned to a portly man. "Swears she made him smell things and mind controlled control you? Haha oh my..." He laughed insultingly. "What'd she do, wave food in front of your fatass Claude?" He patted the fatman on the back and walked towards the Limo parked by the alley. His people parted to allow him through.<br/><br/>"What are you waiting for? Take care of it!"<br/><br/>He stepped into the limo and nodded at his driver, a few others got in, the rest got in neighboring cars and they departed.<br/><br/>"Take a stop at Four Corners, I'm feeling a little famished, I need to be in top shape to make my date on time." He chuckled.