THE INCREDIBLE HULK: Madness of Two
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Chapter 1: The Angry Green Giant
"McGee, get to my office!"
Jack McGee rolled his eyes as he walked to see his boss.
"You wanted to see me, Mister Jameson?" he asked upon taking a seat.
"I did. I got a story for you."
"I thought I was already covering the mutant rights campaign-"
"Scrap the mutant rights stories for now. We got something big."
J. Jonah Jameson stabbed his cigar at the ashtray on his desk.
"Enlighten me."
"I'll give you the short version, McGee. All across the Southwest, there's been reports of some weird creature. They say it's big as a small building and has a tendency to destroy military hardware and anything nearby."
"Anything else?"
"It's green, looks kinda like a man, and shouts a lot."
"Last sighting?"
"Somewhere in Arizona. Booked you a plane to Phoenix."
"Thanks, boss."
SOME DAYS LATER:
McGee sat around a small campfire in the middle of the desert. So far, his hunt for what he had dubbed "The Not-So-Jolly Green Giant" had yielded nothing.
It's a wild goose chase.
Suddenly, the ground began slightly shake in rhythmic patterns, as if giant footsteps were trodding on it.
"What the hell?"
The rumbling soon stopped, and was replaced by the sound of sand being shuffled.
"Who's there?"
McGee turned around and readied an air rifle. Out of the darkness emerged a haggard-looking man in what seemed to be the remains of a denim jacket and cargo pants.
"Who are you?" the reporter asked.
"Name's Bruce. Who are you?"
"Jack."
"Nice to meet you. Got any room in that tent for someone else?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I haven't slept in days."
"Sure, go ahead."
"So, Bruce, you want to explain why you're running through the desert in the middle of the night?"
"Military's after me."
"Why'd they be chasing after a guy like you?"
The tent grew silent.
"Mister McGee, don't make me angry. You won't like me when I'm angry."
Just then, an explosion rattled the ground.
"What the-"
"BANNER! WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD AND CRAWLING ON YOUR KNEES!" a voice echoed.
Bruce made his way out of the tent, while McGee watched out the front flap.
"Ross, I've complied with your demands. Don't do anything you'll regret."
"YOU HEARD THE MAN! PUT YOUR WEAPONS DOWN!" the voice echoed again.
Screw that. one soldier thought.
At that moment, the soldier lined up his rifle sights on Bruce and fired.
"I warned you, Ross…"
From his tent, McGee watched as his one-time guest grew into a giant green muscleman.
"HULK SMASH!" the newly transformed Banner yelled.
The reporter watched on in horror as the newly-christened "Hulk" tore the turret off a battle tank and threw it like a toy.
You won't like me when I'm angry…
McGee fainted.
The next morning, McGee wandered out of his tent and surveyed the carnage. The desert was littered with the remains of armored vehicles and other military hardware. Lying there in the sand was Banner, a weary look on his face.