"Where'd he go?"
Quentin Beck had been suiting up, preparing for the long-awaited Day of Terror he and his five partners had set out on Spider-Man, and found that after searching all the rooms, Venom was no where in sight.
"He took off!" The Vulture hissed, sitting on the couch in his green flight costume.
"I told you he couldn't be trusted!" Electro moaned in agreement.
Doctor Octopus, the unoffical leader of the group, had heard all the racket and entered the large family room. "My friends, Venom is taking out the assignment that I discussed with him. He is a rouge, as I informed you, and is unpredictable, though he understands that he is not to be seen or to act until I give him permission to do so."
"I don't get it. You want him to go off and do whatever he pleases? What about the plan?"
"Don't you see? The authoroties, and, of course, Spider-Man, will be expecting all of us--including Venom--to be working towards the same goal. But if Venom works solo while in the Sinister Six, it will throw everyone off. He is our secret weapon, and he knows it.I know it's not very stable, but you must trust that he is the right man for the job. He's gotten as personal with Spider-Man as any of us."
"Okay, Octavius. But I don't like it. Let's go over our assignments again." the Chameleon told him.
"Very well. You all know our first major place of attack, and Mysterio is going to be the only man there. The rest of you--Chameleon, Electro, Vulture--you all have been briefed and know exactly what to do and where to go. Vulture, you are easily spotted in the sky. Get to your point of takeoff without being seen, as to not give away the location of our safehouse. Electro, you know where to go, correct? And Chameleon, you and I have matters to discuss, since, and forgive me, my friend, you are not one known for your strength."
The Chameleon nodded. He had long since accepted the fact that he was not one to go out and punch Spider-Man right out in the face, but he was an asset to the team. By disgusing himself as anyone in the world, he could do anything. Thinking back, he remembered how he once had morphed into Brad Pitt. Oh, what a day that had been. But today promised to be even better.
"Okay, let's move out. We all are to take the subway passage, and then separate once we get to the fork."
The five most deadly men in the world stood, costumed with their gear, spandex, and evil faces.
As they filed out, Electro was the only one to speak. "I am so lookin' forward to this."