Peter looked out the window, down to the water. He was used to being high above the city; but being in a helicopter was different, it seemed unnatural somehow. What am I doing here? He wondered. Today was his graduation day. Over at ESU thousands of students were in the robes and caps, waiting to be presented with their degrees. Peter wanted to be there but instead he was on a helicopter headed to Rikers Island. He looked over to Matt who didn't seem phased by it at all. Maybe it was experience, maybe it was the blindness.
The helicopter finally lands and Peter and Matt climb out. A guard waits to escort them. The helipad was a wide open area, with snipers in towers at each of the 4 corners. If a prisoner did brake out and made it to here he wouldn't get any further. Soon they were out of the open area of the helipad and in a series of narrow corridors. Peter took note of each camera they past. One day he might need to sneak into, or out of, here.
When they got to the cells Peter recognised a few faces, they of course didn't recognise him. It's a strange feeling he noted that half the guys in here, are because of us. He looked at Matt and got the impression he was thinking the same thing. When they got to the meeting room the guard opened the door and let them in, staying outside himself.
The room was pretty small, square in shape. Opposite the door they entered by was another door. The wall to the right was mostly filled by a two-way mirror. In the middle of the room was a small table, sitting on the other side of it was Norman Osborn.