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A few days after the harrowing experience outside of Vegas and a rather uncomfortable meeting with the twisted man known as the Tinkerer, Bucky and Daken had both silently agreed to stick around the mutant's mansion as the human healed from his injuries. On the afternoon of their fourth day back in Malibu, Daken had settled into a lounge chair by the pool and was catching up on what all he'd missed while playing 'house' with the injured human.
The police had found the conflagration at the abandoned air strip where Daken had killed the drug dealers holding James hostage along with the one he'd maimed in payback for what they'd done to Bucky. The man had been the soul survivor of the attack but was unable to tell the police anything about his attacker and the fire had destroyed all evidence at the scene. Las Vegas police were also puzzled and troubled to find the remnants of the gang the survivor had connections too had been decimated over the course of a day in what the police were calling 'gangland style' executions but were once more confounded about who had perpetrated the attacks. Daken was nothing if not a professional and professionals did not stupidly leave around witnesses or evidence for the police to pin to you if things went south.
He wasn't bothered by silly things like conscience and thus the deaths of close to forty people meant nothing to him. The mutant wasn't a serial killer or someone who got off on murdering people and thus there was no satisfaction to be found in the reports of his savagery making the national news. After he finished perusing the news, he set the tablet down underneath his chair and stretched out to let the sun bake into his bones for just a little bit longer.