"Breaking news: a series of murders began mysteriously, after the recent break-out at the Curdon-Cay base of the DUP. The entire left wing was destroyed, and left twenty-six guards dead. The recent murders-"
Eugene turned off the TV with a flick of his wrist. He turned his gaze to Fetch, his face growing pale. They were on a conference call with Delsin, who was preparing to take on Augustine. "You don't think..."
"It can't be..." Fetch muttered, staring at the dark TV screen.
"What? What is it guys?" Delsin sounded confused, and Eugene spoke softly.
"We think the Conduit who broke out of the DUP is the one behind the murders."
"What are you talking about? These guys are ripped to shreds – with no evidence of any signature. What Conduit could do something like that?" Delsin was skeptical, and rightly so. He had never heard of such a power in a Conduit.
"This one could... Look, I'm going to try to track her down. You can talk to her and try to get to the bottom of all these murders." Eugene turned to his computer to open up the conduit tracking map he had designed by hacking into the mobile command centers the DUP had set up. He scanned the screen, and found a single, flickering dot in the woods just outside Seattle.
"I'm sending the location to your phone. Go find her and convince her to stop the murders." He clicked a button, and the location spirited away to Delsin's phone.
Delsin jogged down the street, headed for the woods just outside the city. Eugene's words hung heavy in his thoughts, and he was a bit reluctant to meet this new conduit. He had Reggie trailing him for backup, but he still didn't like his odds against this Conduit. Reggie spoke in his ear through his bluetooth.
"Delsin, be careful. From what I can tell, these murders involved most of the flesh being torn from bone. Watch yourself." Delsin's stomach dropped like a stone.
"Thanks Reggie. That's really reassuring." He jogged into the trees, toward the new Conduit.
What he found looked like a nest. The ground had been scraped away to form a dip, dried pine needles cushioned the dip, and tree branches were woven to form a canopy over the nest. A sort of moat was dug around the nest to prevent against rain from infiltrating the pine needles. But there was, in fact, no Conduit.
"What the hell kind of person makes a place like this?" He said to himself as he wandered around the nest. He looked for clues, anything, to give him an idea of who this Conduit was. Then someone jumped on him and dragged him to the ground.