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After the death of her son and husband, his mother had slowly gone insane until the dormant remnants of Compound V in her body activated, turning her into a huge, shapeless monster that tried to feed milk to everyone it could reach with its tentacles.
And his daughter, due to the genes inherited from MM, looked eighteen at the age of five and, although she had a slightly more developed mind than a five-year-old, was no different from a normal child in terms of experience.
Because of this, under the influence of emotions, she had easily agreed with her mother to participate in porn together.
In short, MM's current life situation was actually quite rosy; it's true what they say, everything is relative.
What made Kevin recall MM's comic book situation was the sight of the man shedding a tear. He had clearly decided to call his wife and daughter for a minute or two, after which he took the SIM card out of his phone and broke it in half.
The conversation itself took place just before the team migrated to a new hideout, which was probably why MM had decided to take the risk of contacting his family.
The group's new residence was a comic book store combined with a pawn shop that bought gold. It was an extremely strange symbiosis of businesses, but Moskowitz wasn't too concerned about it.
Settling into his new ambush spot, he began to suffer from boredom.
The books he had brought with him were already finished, and the idea of going into the store himself to buy some comics even flickered through his mind.
But pushing the foolish thought away, Kevin just unscrewed the cap of his pre-filled thermos and finished the last of the coffee.
After two days, the text messages from his handler started to show a clear trace of panic due to The Deep's complete silence, so Kevin had to take a risk and leave his post for an hour to jump to the city and back, just to text about his "business at sea" and that he would be free in five days at most.
Moskowitz wasn't afraid of being spotted by Vought's search department; right now, a friendly dolphin was traveling not far from the coast with his beacon, having eagerly agreed to do his friend a favor for a few tasty fish that Kevin had promised him at the end of the surveillance.
After that, the texts from his handler abruptly stopped, and he only asked to be warned in advance about such absences.
After all, even with a total blow to his fame, The Deep still had some reputation, and no one was going to push a former member of The Seven, at least not for now.
Over the next five days, to The Deep's relief, everything indicated that The Boys had decided to settle in for the long haul.
The purchase of clearly necessary furniture and appliances like laptops further strengthened Moskowitz's belief in the correctness of his conclusions.
By the end of the week of surveillance on The Boys, Moskowitz had managed to try the menus of all the local restaurants and diners that offered delivery and once again thanked the age of technology that allowed him to eat relatively normally while on a stakeout.
Packing all his things into his backpack, an extremely sleepy Moskowitz, who had only slept a couple of hours a day for the last two days and had only coffee running through his veins, left his post with immense satisfaction.
Finding a secluded spot, he made the jump to Sandusky. Halfway there, The Deep blacked out for a second, plowed several meters of earth with his face, and spat out some dirt that had gotten in his mouth.
The jolt woke him up, and with a new, short-lived burst of energy, he reached the city and his apartment.
Once inside, he threw all his stinking clothes from the stakeout right onto the floor. Having no strength for a bath, he collapsed into the snow-white, soft bed, which offered all the comfort in the world.
During the surveillance, he couldn't afford to use a sleeping bag for fear of not waking up to his alarm due to his mental fortitude crumbling under the overwhelming power of comfort.
Now, it felt like Moskowitz had entered paradise, and the black marks his hands and face left on the bed and pillows couldn't spoil this truly magical moment for The Deep's body.
After sleeping for a whole day and recovering almost all his strength, Kevin called his handler, Neil, and invited him over to finally find out what important news the local Vought employee had for him.
After Moskowitz showered and prepared for his meeting with the handler, he received a call from Neil, who apologized and, citing an emergency at work, suggested rescheduling for tomorrow.
Agreeing, The Deep chuckled at the role reversal with his handler. He made himself some coffee and scrambled eggs, then sat down to eat the simple but, for some reason, incredibly desired food of the last few days.
After finishing his meal, Moskowitz began to think about what to do next. Feeling his fists literally itching and a burning desire to try being a superhero not through someone else's memories, but from his own personal experience.
The Deep quickly got dressed, grabbed his now-familiar backpack, and headed to the park. From there, he would jump to the beach where his new equipment was buried in a chest.
He didn't want to store anything in the apartment Vought had provided, which at least two or three other people had keys to, so his only options were the roof and the beach.
But the first option could be compromised by an unscheduled call for maintenance, who might find a strange chest on top of the building and reveal Moskowitz's new identity.
So he chose the abandoned beach, which was only frequented by dolphins and The Deep himself.
Digging up the chest, Kevin began to try on his new gear for the second time since buying it.
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