“You asked what I was doing with myself, well, I’m working for Nathaniel Essex. Same kind of stuff I was doing for Weapon X, except the mutants I hunt down and bring him don’t live half as long.” Creed could be wordy when he wanted to, and he continued to circle around towards Logan, stepping over debris in his path without ever taking his eyes off the Wolverine.
“Essex puts them on his laboratory table and experiments, draws out their genes and then kills them. Hundreds of mutants. Maybe thousands, since the man is hundreds of years old. The Cajun is helping him.” Creed stopped walking, clawed hands resting loosely and relaxed at his sides, but his smirk was back in place.