865 AP – According to the Calendar of Aeon Power
“GET HIM!” Voices shouted across the cold dark metal halls. Like a giant shadow, the Mutant moved precisely and quickly, his claws slicing through humans like butter, only for him to dig those same claws, climbing on them like a spider. The shots they sent at him, whether bullets, Crytorium, or Aeon blasts, never hit, he was still far too quick. The cameras followed him as they stayed by the corners of wherever he went. So far, he had encountered no Clockworks of any kind, which is what he was afraid of. As long as he didn’t run into Retglar this started to become more promising. Maybe he could do it, maybe he could steal the Red Revolver!
It was a suicide run, having to start from the bottom of the station, but he and what was left of his
