The ScourgeBrady Simmonelli returned to his office, collapsed into his desk chair, and stared at the computer screen. During his time away from the office, his email box had reached capacity.
“Son of a b***h,” he muttered.
An employee had found Spectre's body at 7:00 AM. The scene had disturbed the unfortunate secretary to the point she required sedation when the first paramedics arrived on scene. Someone had wrapped a computer cable around Gene's neck and hung him from an overhead light fixture like a slab of meat. Both hands had been severed and tossed into a nearby trash bin. The person scrawled a message on a nearby cubicle wall in Spectre's blood.
The revolution has begun.
This, combined with the destruction of City Hall, could be the one-two knockout blow for him. The Hero Factor
