Escorted warily by a group of Razor Gang members, Ronan entered a massive factory building.
A dry dock lay before his eyes.
Inside the dock stood an unfinished steel ship. Its three towering smokestacks nearly touched the ceiling, while its black-gray hull was mottled with rust, silently recounting its former glory.
Huge lamps hung from all four corners of the building. Though their light was insufficient to illuminate every last detail of the entire space, it allowed Ronan to clearly see the man in leather standing on the deck at the bow.
Morpheus Mendt!
Though Ronan had never met the Razor Gang's leader, the man matched Rose Sinclair's intelligence report perfectly.
Morpheus Mendt had entered Edelman Shipyard in his teens and witnessed the shipyard's final decline. He was famed for his brutality and belligerence, and his favorite pastime was slicing open his enemies' throats with a razor.
The Razor Gang had been founded and built up entirely by Morpheus Mendt. This infamous gang leader was not only a formidable Extraordinary but also highly skilled at running an organization.
Morpheus Mendt was already in his fifties, yet he looked no more than thirty-something, not even forty. Broad-shouldered and thick-backed, his knotted muscles stretched his leather clothes taut.
A deep old scar, down to the bone, ran across the left side of the gang leader's face.
It was said to be a humiliating keepsake left by a powerful enemy wielding a razor!
Behind Morpheus Mendt, more than a hundred fierce gang members stood aboard the steel ship. They held all manner of weapons and fixed Ronan with bloodthirsty, savage stares.
At a single command from Morpheus Mendt, these fiercely loyal gangsters would immediately turn Ronan into a sieve!
The atmosphere in the dock was so oppressive it was hard to breathe.
"Morpheus