Great Migration (2)

"How many clashes has this been today?" Coulson looked up at the sky. The setting sun had dyed it a blood-red blaze. "The forty-seventh," someone reported. "In just one day, Sky Eye Society bases around the world have suffered this many attacks. The fighting will be even fiercer tonight." Coulson shook his head. Everyone wanted the formula for the gene serum. Only with that could they feel safe using Mutants. It was an understandable mindset.