Everette watched the scene play out in front of him, and he let out an annoyed grunt when Melodyn crawled by him. For the love of any God, why was she here!?! Honestly, he had just sent her home to be safe, and now the idiot has found yet another way to mess up what he was doing. I could kill her. Everette froze. He could kill her; his connection to her seemed all but gone. He must only have the connection at some points, or maybe he just got over it. He never, however, got over instinct, so he came to realize the true reason. She could change powers, and as long as she did not use his powers, he could be free from his connection to her.
He watched the truck that was going to carry the other girl away, but he knew it would do her no good. Everette wafted her as she went by, automatically memorizing the scent, and decided that she would die before Shilo the Waitress. His reflexes were still uncanningly sharp, so it did not take him long to decide what to do, except this time there was no one able to stop. He rushed over to a taxi with blurring speed, opening and ripping off the car door, and then he flung the car door as hard as he could, which was pretty hard. He had missed the target, the girl, but he decided that it was okay when he hit the wheel of the truck, causing it to fall of its axil. The truck swerved and ran head on into a nearby shop, going through the glass wall in a cloud of smoke and broken glass, and although he did not see what had happened to the girl, he smelled her and knew she was hurt at the least.
He only glanced over to the trio he left behind: a scout with no doubt a stack of paper-work for him that weighed a literal ton, a man who could catch on fire, and girl who seemed to know just how to mess his objective up. He gladly chased after the bus, and when he noticed the child bystander, he gave an awkward smile as if to say Hey kid, I am actually the good guy! No matter what happened, the Crew was on its way, and nothing survived the crew. Not him trying to avoid paper-work, not a girl that can lie, and not a wanna-be super heroine.
As he approached the gaping hole, hoping Melodyn would not follow, he smelled the girl, and prepared himself for the fight, tensing every muscle like loading a gun ready to fire. This, killing, was something he was meant to do since birth, and he knew that was his destiny. No one was ever asked what their destiny was, it is forced upon them, and his destiny was a lonely one filled with blood, a pointless existence that its only purpose was to end other existences. Again, he felt his burden grow heavy with the thought of his only purpose, and again he had to decide what he would do. He had no philosophy holding him there to endlessly serve his cause, but yet he still did. Did he love his country? No. Did he love his people. the variants? No. Did he love himself? No. Did he even love? No. There was no point in continuing the pursuit.
Yet he still was going to, so he prepared to kill or die.