"Oh, I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop, chop, chop! If I miss the spaces in between, my fingers will come off. And if I hit my fingers, the blood will soon come out, but all the same, I play this game 'cause that's what it's all about. Oh, CHOP, CHOP, CHOP, CHOP, CHOP, CHOP, CHOP! I'm picking up the speed and if I hit my fingers then my hand will start to bleed." Reno sang under his breath as he waltzed through the warehouse, his EMR rotating in his hand as he swung it by its thick leather strap. The carnage around him was horrendous. Bodies were strewn across the floor, some crumpled like old newspaper and others wrenched apart like they were plastic dolls that had been destroyed by a rampaging toddler. The beast Reno was tracking wasn't a toddler, but there were times, like now, where it threw a tantrum like one.
Reno knelt beside a fairly intact, but still dead, victim of the beast's murderous rampage, and picked up what had initially drawn his attention to the corpse. A strand of bright blue hair was pinched between his fingers, the dim light cast by the fluorescent bulbs hanging high above him accenting the outlandish color. Reno paused in his singing, examining the evidence that confirmed for him the culprit of the carnage. He dropped the hair and stood, swinging his EMR again and picking up where he had left off in the song. The large, bloody footprints led out of the warehouse and Reno was sure that his quarry was still far ahead of him. He pulled out his PHS, dialing in Tseng's number.
"Hey, bossman, send a clean-up crew my way. Azul is on the warpath again." Reno flipped the phone shut before Tseng could comment, resuming his song as he followed the footprints out.
There was no way in hell he was taking Azul on, but the least he could do was clean up his mess and keep tabs on the burly superhuman until Reeve got Valentine to cooperate with the idea of killing off the Tsviets.