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A thin man dressed like a local thug stood in the street next to Black Bull Shipping and stared at the property. The vans had arrived fifteen minutes earlier and were in the process of being unloaded. Their escort was only for transportation, they left the job to be done by a skeleton crew inside the yard. He walked towards the property and removed his hoodie. He then began to change.

The man grew taller and his muscles engorged as his thin body took on the form of a professional athlete. Broad shoulders, short black hair, a shredded abdomen and sharp features would have made him a hunk if not for his dark grey skin and glowing yellow eyes. Despite his new stature and inhuman coloration the bulk of the changes his body underwent were internal.

Tissue in his nasal cavities unfolded to massively increase in surface area and grant him a sense of smell on par with a blood hounds. Additional structures grew in his inner ears to detect ultra and infra sound. The interior of his eyes gained a reflective membrane similar to that of a cats and granted him night vision, they also began changing their own shape to maintain perfect focus on whatever he looked at. Calling him eagle-eyed would be a literal descriptor. Sensitive nerves under the skin of his arms, legs, torso and back began to react to electromagnetic waves and a dozen other minor changes across his body granted him perfect balance and coordination. He had even developed additional organs and systems that detected things he didn't have words to describe.

Though no one would have recognized the man at the start of his super human transformation, any citizen of Saint City would have known the super criminal left standing on that empty street. He was a man known more for having killed two heroes in the past then for his absurdly powerful senses. He was a man feared by both the good folk and vile criminals of the city. He was a man on his way to Black Bull Shipping.

He was Mongrel.

The super criminal stood barechested in the night and let the city wash over him. The sights, smells, sounds and vibrations painted him a picture of his surroundings beyond what even other super humans could comprehend.

"Women's deodorant?" Mongrel sniffed the air. It was faint, undetectable by normal humans. "She walked past ten, no, closer to fifteen minutes ago." He walked along side the property wall while continuing to sniff at the air. He then walked in the other direction. "She crossed the street there, either from or to..." The grey skinned hunk pointed at where a reporter had recently traveled. "That alley."

Mongrel pondered the situation. Normally he wouldn't care about some pedestrian but she had passed by during the delivery. He eyed the alleyway, he had a job to do and tracking random women wasn't it. If she had gone onto the property he'd find her regardless.