To say the protests had dispersed would have been something of a misnomer. The protests had been dispersed, through force, courtesy of the giant machines that had been sent to do just that. The fires had been put out, as well. And most of the bodies had been hauled from the wreckage. Leaving visible mutant corpses just laying around would have been ( Read more... )

Signing the paperwork to completely hand over control of Worthington Labs to his father had been the easy part. Warren was still a little grumpy about that, about how quick and painless it had been, once his father had gotten the lawyers into the room and they'd gone over all of the necessary documents. They'd come in before he even had a chance to ( Read more... )

Warren frowned as he made his way into the condo that he used to call home. It was exactly how he remembered it- a little too clean, a little too unlived in. Even his room hadn't changed since the last time he'd been here with Karla. There were only a few things missing, which Karla had vanished and taken with her before they'd gone tearing off to ( Read more... )

Warren frowned as he read the letter one more time. This was apparently not a great week for receiving mail, though he had to at least give Mallory credit this time around. The Court Steward had marched into his office and put the letter into his hand personally, insisted that he was delivering it within minutes of its delivery, in fact, he'd held ( Read more... )