The Hit
Edmund was on the outskirts of Jerome Howard's home, scanning the area. He had a few guards, but nothing that couldn't be handled. For such a big man, Edmund could be deceptively quick and quiet when he needed to be. From the cover of a nearby bush, he waits for the first guard to get close. When he got close enough, Edmund grabbed him, quickly snapping his neck. He hid the body, quickly filing away where he put it, before moving in closer. He slinks along the back of the house, making his way toward the front door. He sees another guard by the entrance. Using his power, he forces a piece of wall tile to fall lightly, but audibly, near the guard. The man turned at the noise and went in the direction it came from. Perfect position. Edmund sends another tile down, but with much more significant force as it cracks the man's skull on the way down. With the front cleared, Edmund snuck inside. Someone must have heard the second tile come down as another guard raced around the corner. Edmund didn't hesitate. He flung a right cross at the man head, and just before his fist connected he increased it's mass. The man's face caved in from the impact, instantly killing him.

"What the hell's going on out there!?" Edmund sees the man, Jerome if Minnie's description was accurate, who raises his gun upon seeing him. Edmund extends his hands, forcing the gun down on the man's feet like a stone. "Fuck! You mutie freak!" the man writhed on the floor, the bones in his feet crushed. "You're with him, aren't you!? That freak wants to take what's mine!"

Edmund raised an eyebrow at that, the only indication that he put the pieces together. Looks like he'd have something to talk about when he got back to New York. He looked back down at the man. "Yeah, he did.  He says to see you in Hell." And then he brought his foot down, finishing the job.

-15 minutes later-
He had gathered up all the bodies, cleaned up any remains, and loaded them into his car. He loaded some of the late Jerome's furntiure into the back on top of the bodies, making it look as if he were either moving or delivering orders to someone. He then took a series of alternate routes to avoid as many potential law enforcement and checkpoints as possible. Those few he did he maintained his calm and went by with no fuss. He reached the Atlantic Ocean, having had a boat prepared ahead of time. After some more lifting, he put the bodies on board and sailed out a ways. He dumped the bodies overboard, using his power to force them to sink to the very deepest depths. As the last one sank, he though again to what Jerome had said. Edmund had an idea of who the "freak" was, but he would see for himself. Time to go home.