Mykel slinked through the shadows of the night, stalking an as-of-yet unseen prey. Through rubble-ridden streets and long-abandoned homes and life-free plains he searched, hidden from all under cover of night. At one time, nearly two hours after he left the clinic, Mykel thought he heard what sounded like a voice. He lost the trail, but the night was still young and the hunt was still on. In relatively regular intervals, Mykel tapped a button on the side of his mask, and each time his vision changed; from the green filter to infrared to a filter that even showed a representation of sound waves, if they were loud enough. Easily, the most useful tool he had brought with him in the shelter, so long ago. It wouldn't be another two and a half hours before Mykel found the sound he was looking for while searching the third floor of a nearly-rubble apartment building. In truth, the "third floor" was less than the size of what one of the apartments would have been, but it was a good vantage.<br/>Down on the street was a lone mutant. A mundane mutant, but a mutant none the less. His skin was a coolish green, and when the man yawned Mykel could see his budding mandible; this man had been made insectoid. Which would mean he's strong. Mykel flipped the main switch of his mask again, turning off the mist and his goggles, giving him regular vision again. With predatory grace, he snuck up on the man, avoiding even the smallest pebble. Without a word, Mykel produced a cloth damp with chloroform. Or atleast, an ammonia-bleach mixture that created chloramine, which would actually convert<span style="font-style: italic">his own</span>lungs into chloroform. But, Mykel made sure it wasn't strong enough to kill him.<br/>With a swift motion, he grabbed the man's head and forced the rag over his mouth and nose, and the man collapsed unconscious. Mykel hefted the man onto his shoulders, and brought him somewhere secluded - give him the best chance of avoiding being eaten by those dogs - before taking a sample of his blood. When he was finished, Mykel judged the position of the moon and stars; there might be time for one more tonight.