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last one.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.you know the drill.
Chapter 3
After leaving the scene of his battle with Ramses, Spiderman swung home and fell asleep without setting his alarm. He wasn't going to go to work the next day, he would be too sore and J. J. Jameson would be mad that he didn't get pictures of the only title-page Spiderman story in months.
Finally, some action. But he wondered who wanted to kill him. And where did he get those gadgets?
He'd think about it in the morning. Peter Parker had barely gotten to his suit off before falling asleep.
Ramses was sitting on the roof of a building in a run-down part of the Bronx, waiting for the city's excitement to calm down. The battle had taken place almost right in front of his apartment, so he couldn't go back just yet.
"Boss, you there?" He hated calling his employer 'boss.'
The voice in his headset sighed heavily. "Yes."
"I can't go back to my place, the police are all there, and I don't have any place to hide this equipment."
"Why did you fight him so close to your apartment?"
"He came to me! You told me to go after him!"
The voice sighed heavily again. "Go to the Brooklyn Bridge. There'll be a pair of black sedans waiting for you."
"Why?"
"I think you need better equipment. The men in those sedans will take you to me."
"You're finally going to let me see you?" Now Ramses was interested.
"Yes. Be at the bridge in ten minutes. Try not to attract too much attention on your way."
"Yes sir." Ramses hated calling his employer 'sir' almost as much as he hated calling him 'boss.'
The assassin hopped off the building and slowly landed in an alley. Using short bursts to jump from alley to alley he tried to remain as hidden as possible.
A little over ten minutes later, he found the pair of black sedans waiting for him at the end of the Brooklyn Bridge. Ironically, the cars were parked next to a small statue of Spiderman commemorating the spot where he defeated the Green Goblin and saved the city one year before.
Ramses landed next to the sedans. As soon as he touched down, two men dressed in black suits hopped out of each vehicle and took his equipment off. They loaded it into one of the vehicles. Then, they escorted him into the back seat of the other sedan and drove off.
The drive was long. The men didn't prevent Ramses from watching where they were going. After a few minutes, they pulled up to a large building. Both vehicles parked in the underground parking lot. Ramses stepped out of the vehicle and saw the Oscorp logo on the wall.
"Oscorp?" He thought. "That explains where the gadgets come from."
One of the goons glared at him. "Follow me. Mr. Osborn would like to talk to you."
He nodded. Three men escorted him into an elevator. The ride up seemed to take almost as long as the car ride over. Ramses noticed now noticed how tall the building was.
The doors opened with a bing. The men nodded and Ramses. He stepped out into a large room. The walls were lined with paintings and photos of a man and his son. At the other end of the room there was a large mahogany desk and a large leather chair with the back turned to Ramses. The far wall was one large window, overlooking the city of New York. The elevator doors closed behind him. Ramses walked over to the desk.
"Mr. Osborn?"
The chair spun around, and there sat young Harry Osborn. He was not the young, energetic man he was a year ago, however. He seemed stressed, probably because he had taken the reins of his father's company at such a young age. Nonetheless, the company had done well in the last year. Harry looked tired, there were bags underneath his eyes, and his hair was slightly messed. He took a sip of brandy from the glass on the desk.
"Nice to meet you, Ramses." He put the glass back down on the table. "You did pretty well tonight. Spiderman was injured, although I doubt that it's serious. But you make a big scene; you'll certainly be on the cover of the Daily Bugle tomorrow morning. Luckily, I don't think that anyone got a good look at you."
"Do you think the attack will be traced back to Oscorp?"
Harry stood up, turned around, and looked out the window. "I don't think so. We made sure to make the technology you used untraceable. There are no marks on it leading back to us, and there are dozen other weapons research companies in America."
"The police will wonder about our motives."
"Spiderman too. He's got other enemies, but seeing as how." Harry almost blurted out about how Spiderman killed his father, but didn't. "He might suspect Oscorp sooner or later. Our company and Spiderman have a history together. Before he figures it out, though, you have to kill him. And this time you'll do it."
Ramses couldn't tell if that was a promise or a threat. Probably both.
"So I'm being re-equipped?"
"Yes. This time with our best equipment."
"Can't that be traced back to your company?" Ramses asked.
Harry sat back down in his chair, and turned to face his hired gun. "Yes, that's true Ramses. That's why you'll have to steal it."
A mischievous smile crept across Harry Osborn's face.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.you know the drill.
Chapter 3
After leaving the scene of his battle with Ramses, Spiderman swung home and fell asleep without setting his alarm. He wasn't going to go to work the next day, he would be too sore and J. J. Jameson would be mad that he didn't get pictures of the only title-page Spiderman story in months.
Finally, some action. But he wondered who wanted to kill him. And where did he get those gadgets?
He'd think about it in the morning. Peter Parker had barely gotten to his suit off before falling asleep.
Ramses was sitting on the roof of a building in a run-down part of the Bronx, waiting for the city's excitement to calm down. The battle had taken place almost right in front of his apartment, so he couldn't go back just yet.
"Boss, you there?" He hated calling his employer 'boss.'
The voice in his headset sighed heavily. "Yes."
"I can't go back to my place, the police are all there, and I don't have any place to hide this equipment."
"Why did you fight him so close to your apartment?"
"He came to me! You told me to go after him!"
The voice sighed heavily again. "Go to the Brooklyn Bridge. There'll be a pair of black sedans waiting for you."
"Why?"
"I think you need better equipment. The men in those sedans will take you to me."
"You're finally going to let me see you?" Now Ramses was interested.
"Yes. Be at the bridge in ten minutes. Try not to attract too much attention on your way."
"Yes sir." Ramses hated calling his employer 'sir' almost as much as he hated calling him 'boss.'
The assassin hopped off the building and slowly landed in an alley. Using short bursts to jump from alley to alley he tried to remain as hidden as possible.
A little over ten minutes later, he found the pair of black sedans waiting for him at the end of the Brooklyn Bridge. Ironically, the cars were parked next to a small statue of Spiderman commemorating the spot where he defeated the Green Goblin and saved the city one year before.
Ramses landed next to the sedans. As soon as he touched down, two men dressed in black suits hopped out of each vehicle and took his equipment off. They loaded it into one of the vehicles. Then, they escorted him into the back seat of the other sedan and drove off.
The drive was long. The men didn't prevent Ramses from watching where they were going. After a few minutes, they pulled up to a large building. Both vehicles parked in the underground parking lot. Ramses stepped out of the vehicle and saw the Oscorp logo on the wall.
"Oscorp?" He thought. "That explains where the gadgets come from."
One of the goons glared at him. "Follow me. Mr. Osborn would like to talk to you."
He nodded. Three men escorted him into an elevator. The ride up seemed to take almost as long as the car ride over. Ramses noticed now noticed how tall the building was.
The doors opened with a bing. The men nodded and Ramses. He stepped out into a large room. The walls were lined with paintings and photos of a man and his son. At the other end of the room there was a large mahogany desk and a large leather chair with the back turned to Ramses. The far wall was one large window, overlooking the city of New York. The elevator doors closed behind him. Ramses walked over to the desk.
"Mr. Osborn?"
The chair spun around, and there sat young Harry Osborn. He was not the young, energetic man he was a year ago, however. He seemed stressed, probably because he had taken the reins of his father's company at such a young age. Nonetheless, the company had done well in the last year. Harry looked tired, there were bags underneath his eyes, and his hair was slightly messed. He took a sip of brandy from the glass on the desk.
"Nice to meet you, Ramses." He put the glass back down on the table. "You did pretty well tonight. Spiderman was injured, although I doubt that it's serious. But you make a big scene; you'll certainly be on the cover of the Daily Bugle tomorrow morning. Luckily, I don't think that anyone got a good look at you."
"Do you think the attack will be traced back to Oscorp?"
Harry stood up, turned around, and looked out the window. "I don't think so. We made sure to make the technology you used untraceable. There are no marks on it leading back to us, and there are dozen other weapons research companies in America."
"The police will wonder about our motives."
"Spiderman too. He's got other enemies, but seeing as how." Harry almost blurted out about how Spiderman killed his father, but didn't. "He might suspect Oscorp sooner or later. Our company and Spiderman have a history together. Before he figures it out, though, you have to kill him. And this time you'll do it."
Ramses couldn't tell if that was a promise or a threat. Probably both.
"So I'm being re-equipped?"
"Yes. This time with our best equipment."
"Can't that be traced back to your company?" Ramses asked.
Harry sat back down in his chair, and turned to face his hired gun. "Yes, that's true Ramses. That's why you'll have to steal it."
A mischievous smile crept across Harry Osborn's face.
