Mykel moved about an hour's worth of distance further into the city, placing him about three hours from the clinic. There seemed to be just a little bit more time left in the night; maybe five hours. The hunt was on for his next sample. He moved through what appeared to be the inner city once a dangerous part of town, for sure. No more, however.<br/>Cold wind blew between and through the skeletons of buildings, still standing despite the wishes of time, and any number of looters through the years. Today, however, it was a mutant that would be found. There was little time, so Mykel found the tallest point he could find, a pillar standing tall above a four-story building; perhaps another apartment, or maybe a school. It was impossible to tell. In any case, from atop his perch, Mykal switched his mask to read infrared, scouting and probing for a mutant. It took nearly an hour altogether to locate the mutant, a four-armed beast of a thing. And lucky her, the arms were actually in a useful spot; two in each side. Mykel would need to be a little craftier. She was large, and muscular. A trap. The woman was walking slowly - more strolling - giving Mykel ample opportunity to pace her, moving a few hundred feet ahead. He found the perfect spot in a hollow blasted into the side of a building; he would use the gleam of his knife - he wiped off the arsenic, there was plenty at home - to catch the glunt of the moonlight in the woman's eye. Drawn to Mykel's location, he would work his magic on her.<br/>It wasn't long before she came into view, swaggering about as if she owned the place. She turned with a start when the moonbeam hit her eye, at which point Mykel hid in a recessed lip outside the moonlight. He could hear the woman step closer and closer, and when she finally came into view, she was just two feet away. Mykel did the best he could to simply glide into place, and the beak of his mask bent nearly down into the woman's mouth. For all her muscle and assuredness, she was now helpless and terrified. With one exhale, the green miasma of Mykel's mask fell into the woman's lungs, and she slumped against the wall. Unfortunately, she hit her head pretty hard on the concrete, there was a thick blood splatter where the base of her skull collided with a reinforced Steel beam barely hidden by slightly softer concrete.<br/>An unfortunate loss of life, but sometimes unavoidable.<br/>"No free care, I'm afraid," Mykel joked while extracting a syringe of blood. No use letting it go to waste. Now, it was time to return home.