Edwin marched downstairs from the first floor of the base, muttering, his face changing form into Mary Walker's, his body following suit once Face sat down, looking for someone who mirrored its current appearance. Soon enough, there she was! He grinned savagely and changed back, shaking his head slightly.
Apparently, he'd come into contact with the entity Typhoid Mary - no body armor. He continued typing, printing out the entire file on Ms. Mary Walker and her counterpart Typhoid. It was a pretty large thing, compared to someone he'd only run into in a Starbucks'. Would they need to call in Daredevil for this one? It certainly seemed to fall into the man's lap, and Edwin was usually as much for letting the rivalries work themselves out, but this woman needed help.
He stood up, holding the folder under his arm, his face set. This woman needed to be pacified, and it was up to the MTF to do it, very simply. The X-Men wouldn't be bothered by a single rogue mutant - not with Superior X and the Brotherhood looming. The Avengers would see her as a vassal of the Kingpin, which would leave her with Daredevil. And he couldn't stand the idea that she might this time get recruited by some evil group of mutants and denied the help she so desperately needed. After all, look what Magneto had nearly done to Melanie!
He continued walking, headed towards Atlas', Dugan's or Fury's offices.