Location: industrial warehouse, Pittsburgh
Warsman sat in an office overlooking the vats of melted iron and various cranes, lifts, and other tools that lifted I-beams and heavy machinery to heavy trucks with reinforced shocks that delivered them to construction sites and miscellaneous other places. Only thing was, the warehouse was chillingly still.
The workers were all laying down with claw-marks plauging their bodies. The vats were still in operation, however, since no one bothered to turn them off before taking their "naps".
Warsman finished cleaning his claws with a cloth he had found. He set the cloth down on the table and it was stained with blood. The Russian had firmly locked all but one of the immense doors to the warehouse, knowing that some hero would try to come to beat him senseless for killing these workers.
If they could beat his senseless before they died that is.
Warsman was more powerful than ever thanks to Egan's upgrading software, and the Russian highly doubted if he could be beaten...