Chapter 5 is here! But before I start, I'd like to mention a few things.

I liked the movie. A lot. And yes, I even liked the ending. My older bro said, "Geez, why didn't he just bone her?" But I think he didn't grasp the whole 'great power/great responsibility' thing. I found it a smart ending that showed how Peter Parker was becoming even more responsible. I'd like to hear what you guys think.

Keep sending those reviews in! I've started the habit of checking my email, then immediately going to check the new reviews for "Hired Guns." ( It's the best part of the 'job.'

Anyways, enough of my incoherent rambling, here's Chapter 5 of "Hired Guns," by your friendly neighbourhood Simon P. ;)

Chapter 5

It was late afternoon, and the sun was just hitting the New York City skyline. The sky was a beautiful blend of oranges and yellows. It was the best sunset Ramses had ever seen. Well, the best sunset he had seen in two years, anyways.

Ramses was again dressed in black with his Desert Eagle, tazer rifle, and jetpack. He was sitting on the roof of one of Oscorp's warehouses just outside of the city, far from any other buildings. He picked at his teeth with his knife. He sat there waiting for what seemed like hours. Then, the speakers in his headset started making noise.

"Ramses, are you there?"

"Yeah?"

"The convoy's arriving. Get ready."

"Yes sir." He looked down the road and turned the knob on the side of his visor. The screen zoomed in and showed a line of armoured vehicles driving towards the warehouse.

"Are the guards in the warehouse disposed of?"

"Yes sir, the gas worked perfectly. They'll be asleep for a few more hours."

"Good. Just like we planned, get ready."

In a few minutes, the 3 vehicles pulled up to the warehouse. The first and last cars were black sedans, much like the ones that had given Ramses a ride the other day. The middle vehicle was a black armoured van with the Oscorp logo on the side. A guard got out of the front car and walked to the large door. As soon as he touched the keypad to unlock the door, however, there was a large buzz.

Sparks flew out of the numpad. The guard yelped as he was shocked, thrown back, and landed on the hood of the black sedan behind him with a loud thud.

Ramses leapt off of the roof of the building and fired his tazer rifle at the two sedans. His darts jolted the vehicles with electricity. Inside of them, the drivers and passengers flailed helplessly, them slumped over the dash, motionless.

Ramses landed on the top of the front sedan, and fired his rifle at the armored van. Electricity flooded over the surface of the car, but the people inside were left unharmed, but shaken.

The driver of the van tried to call for help on his CB, but it was shorted out. As long as they stayed in the van, however, they were safe.

Everything was going according to plan. Ramses smiled and then picked up the unconscious body on the hood of the sedan. He took out his knife and held it against the throat of the motionless body. The guard was still alive, but all Ramses had to do was slide his knife and.

The armoured van driver got the message. Slowly, he and the passenger opened the doors and stepped out.

"Don't hurt him!" The passenger yelled.

"Drop your weapons!" Ramses ordered.

The men obeyed and threw their guns onto the ground.

"Handcuff yourselves to the side mirrors. No tricks."

The guards complied, and attached themselves to the van. There was no way they could pull the mirrors off the fortified mirrors. Ramses dropped the body, put his knife away and pointed his Desert Eagle at the guards. "Now," he said, "I'm going to help myself to a few things in your van. Don't move, or I shoot you both. Got it?"

The guards nodded.

Ramses took their keys and unlocked the back door. The back of the van was bare, except for one metallic crate marked "Secret." He opened it using a key he stole from an unconscious guard inside the warehouse. He spoke into his headset; "Sir?"

"Put it on now, then destroy the evidence."

The crate contained Oscorp's latest project, a suit for the US Armed Forces' 'Army of One' project. The government had contracted Oscorp to design and build a prototype suit to push American infantry into the 21st century. The suit, which Oscorp code-named "One," was superior to what any weapons firm had in development.

The helmet looked like one for a motorbike, but had more circuitry than a home computer inside it. It was equipped with night vision, infrared and motion sensors, not unlike the visor that Ramses was currently wearing. Like Ramses' helmet, it could pick up and transmit radio and television signals. Where it differed from the previous model is that it covered the whole head and protected the wearer from bullets, shrapnel and chemical weapons.

The body suit was tight and black and was made from an advanced form of Kevlar. It as well resisted most bullets and shrapnel. It was thin however, so it wasn't cumbersome like conventional armour. A small keypad and screen were on the arm. This pad controlled the jetpack, and the screen had a GPS system.

The gun that came with the suit was an original model made by Oscorp. It could fire like a normal semi-automatic rifle, and the secondary fire was a small flamethrower. The flamethrower shared its fuel with the jetpack. The belt of the "One" suit held flashbangs and grenades.

In a few minutes, Ramses was dressed head to toe in his new battle gear. The black helmet and jetpack gleamed. He kept his knife and Desert Eagle pistol. He took the belt from his old suit and popped the pin out of one of the grenades. Then, quickly, he leapt out of the back of the van and closed the door behind himself.

There was a loud yet smothered BANG as the grenade set itself and the others off. The van rocked and smoke poured out of every crack, but the armour lining the back compartment kept it from flying apart. The two guards that were chained to the mirrors yelped and fell to their knees. As Ramses walked around the van and up to them, they stared at him with awe and slight terror. The setting sun reflected off his helmet.

Unknown to them, Ramses smiled underneath the helmet. This suit made him feel more powerful than he could remember. He tapped some buttons on his arm keypad, and his black metallic jetpack shot him into the air, leaving a trail of smoke behind him.

He sailed through the air, towards New York City, towards Spiderman.

And this time, he wasn't going to run away. He spoke into his headset.

"Sir?"

"Good job, Ramses. Now go get Spiderman. Out."

Harry Osborn turned off his computer and put his mike into the drawer of his desk. He spun around in his chair and looked out the window of his building. The sun had just dipped under the horizon. It was a beautiful sunset. Harry pitied Spiderman. He hoped that his father's murderer was watching this sunset. It was truly amazing, and it would be the last he'd see.

In a few minutes, Harry expected one of his right-hand men to run into the room and report on how Mr. Osborn's warehouse was attacked. He would report that the convoy was attacked as well, and that their contents were stolen by the same armed man that had attacked Spiderman. Then Harry would be stunned, and would order that man to contact the NYPD.

He hadn't felt this good in a long time. He was proud of himself; he was about to do what dozens of two-bit criminals and even the Green Goblin had tried to do for months

Then, the next morning the Daily Bugle would read SPIDERMAN KILLED. Yes, the city's greatest hero would be knocked down after less than a year on the job. It would be a day of mourning. Even the flags on the roofs of Oscorp's buildings would fly at half-mast. Then, another headline would follow just under that one:

SPIDERMAN'S KILLER FOUND DEAD, CAUSE UNKOWN

"Sometimes I amaze even myself," Harry smiled mischievously.