Track Down

In the darkened hideout where Abomination had taken refuge, the only sound was the faint hum of machinery and the occasional drip of water from the ceiling. The hideout was a far cry from the comfort and power he had once known, but it served its purpose—keeping him hidden while he plotted his next move. He was leaning against a wall, brooding over his latest failed attempt to capture Lucas, when his communicator buzzed. The name flashing on the screen made him scowl: Zane.

Abomination answered the call, his voice a low growl. "What is it, Zane?"

Zane's voice crackled through the device, tinged with annoyance. "Have you caught Lucas yet? You're running out of time, Abomination. I need that Alpha Energy."

Abomination clenched his jaw, his frustration palpable. "I haven't caught him yet. He slipped through my hands. I need more time."

Zane's sigh was audible even through the communicator. "More time? You promised results. What's the problem?"