It wasn't hard to find Gamma Jack.

Not really.

Jack was a stubborn man, always had been, especially when it came to his powers. He couldn't not stop using them.

They were powerful. He was powerful.

And that feeling of power was addictive. Dangerous. Even Jack himself knew it.

He tried to resist, but eventually he'd cave.

Unfortunately, that would lead to his death—well… He was almost dead. Killed by an Omnidroid.

Luckily, he had managed to escape the island, but he couldn't return to the countryside; he couldn't return to his mother for fear of Syndrome searching for him and possibly endangering her.

He couldn't lose her; he had already lost his father.

So now he had found himself squatting in an abandoned facility in the industrial area of Municiberg in the past month.

How had he been feeding himself? I don't know.

Jack had managed, and he wasn't nasty—he had cleaned up a small space and was visiting a 24-hour gym every night just to bathe using the money he had snatched up from his home before he arrived back in Municiberg.

Municiberg was still beautiful and filled with crime. It sent waves of nostalgia into Jack.

Oh, how he missed the Glory days.

Though it wasn't all bad—at least that was what Jack was telling himself.

He had been playing around with his powers, keeping himself busy by training with them and eventually covering the rusty building with Gamma radiation. It covered the floors and walls.

And unfortunately, Jack keeps on making problems for himself, because now apparently some rich person bought the abandoned buildings, including the one Jack was squatting in, and is now investigating his specific building due to the radiation.

Jack watched in the darkness, mentally cursing himself, trying to remember other abandoned buildings around Municiberg he could squat in.

He watched the other person circle around the building, holding a geiger counter in their hands, following them as quietly as he could and sticking in the darkness, a faint tint of green particles following behind him as he flew.

His sharp green eyes were glowing faintly as they narrowed down on the person in the fancy suit.

He was staring, watching what they would do. I mean, what else could he do other than risk getting caught and giving the person radiation poisoning?

Slowly, Jack lowered himself to land in a safe distance and accidentally stepped on a thin, weak piece of plywood that was slightly lifted up by some other scraps.

It made a comically loud crack in the silence as it echoed through the empty building.

“Oh motherfu—” Jack cursed himself.