Danny

He slammed the heel of his boot down, a loud crack sounding as the Blades's open jaw split on the curb of the side-walk. He had been stalking this particular blade member for hours, before getting far enough from the wall to break this guys mental processing core. It's difficult to fight back if you're prone to seizures when hearing the sound of someone snap. And its even harder when you come too when your teeth are on a curb and someone is about to stomp on the back of your head.

He rifled through this guy's corpse quickly, knowing that after he hadn't reported in within five minutes, an emergency squad would be here in ten minutes, armed to the teeth. He managed to get a half full pack of cigarets and an ounce bottle of whiskey before command called back for reports.

When he heard the radio static, he took off, sprinting to his underground apartment. A perk of being able to change your genome sequences, was you could easily survive the 600 foot drop down an empty elevator shaft.

He placed the loot on his desk before quickly pressing the activation switch for the intercom he had rigged throughout the Island. It was basically a Giant system of speakerphones, that  translated his voice into frequencies only mutants and animals could hear.
"Good evening citizens of fuck-all Island."  He said with a mockingly radio host voice
"The weather today doesn't fucking matter and the traffic is more lifeless then your dead aunt. In news, a Blade has been found curb-stomped and dead downtown on 43rd street, and if you're nearby I'd suggest getting the hell out of there, unless you feel like joining him."