He wasn't someone I should have met here. According to the histories of the future-past, the Bloody Spearhead's reign of terror began in Jersey City. It was just across the Hudson River, a stone's throw from New York City, but in the early days of the apocalypse, that river might as well have been an ocean.
A question instantly popped up in my head, followed by a chilling answer. What was someone like him doing here in this hospital? When I thought back to the angels and their dirty, interlocking schemes, I couldn't help but inwardly sigh.
The pieces fit too perfectly. Either the celestial bastards had relocated him the moment I started topple their plans in the city, or he had simply started his path here before eventually expanding his terror over New Jersey.
