Feeding the Bond-Morbius

Fury hits me as I break apart the desk in the cabin in which I stay. I roar in frustration at the report that I just read from the men that have been assigned to help me. I pace the room heavily in anger. It's been three days and there has been no sign of him. How he has managed to elude me when I know all of his properties is beyond me.

We have attacked and freed all of those from every facility. His personal properties have been checked by me alone and still I have found nothing. Not even a sign to where he has gone. My mind races on where to look next or his other contacts that I could reach out to and yet I am coming up empty. He shouldn't have been able to get away.