The winter sun was warm, but even so, people on the streets of New York bundled up in layers, afraid of catching a chill. In a city where you had to wait months just to see a doctor about a cold, most Americans were used to treating their illnesses themselves. The rich, of course, were an exception.
Eric Seven put on a coat. It looked a little thin, but in truth, even this felt too heavy for him. As a superhuman enhanced by the Extremis Virus, his body could produce intense heat at any moment. Melting gold and iron was no problem.
Under the circumstances, the mere winter chill was hardly enough to make him cold. If he hadn't wanted to attract too much attention, Eric Seven wouldn't have worn the coat at all. A shirt would have been enough.
Eric Seven walked among the crowd, following the flow of pedestrians along Fifth Avenue. After a little over ten minutes, he reached a men's clothing store and went inside.
Ignoring the sales clerk's enthusiastic pitch, Eric Seven headed straight for the fire exit.
As he passed the exit, Eric Seven reached out and touched a decorative piece beside the passage.
The ornament, which looked like a relief carving, sank downward, revealing a passage to the underground. It was a secret base belonging to the AI Company, specially prepared for superhumans enhanced by the Extremis Virus. The higher a soldier's rank, the more private bases he had.
Only, this place didn't belong to Eric Seven. It was the private base of another superhuman enhanced by the Extremis Virus.
Before losing his memory, Eric Seven had been one of Killian's right-hand men and the strongest of the Extremis soldiers, holding the rank of captain. As a result, he knew many of the