Chapter 6

Plans



Norman Osborn woke up with a headache he hadn't experienced since he used to do party's in college. He felt as if he were hung over although he didn't experience none of the things related to being drunk. But he couldn't remember where he had been since last night.

He was inside the penthouse but didn't remember coming in. His clothes were a mess and he assumed he had been sleeping on the floor. Just as he tried to collect his thoughts someone walked in.

"Mr. Osborn" The assistant went to him. "Terrible things have had happened at the office."

"What?" He asked groggily

"Dr. Owens was found dead. Not to mention Lexcorp had been attacked."

"Wait, wait" Osborn rubbed his temples. "Owens is dead?"

"Yes, sir. The Police are looking into the matter."

"I'll have to speak to them, soon. Who is investigating?"

The assistant checked her notes. "A Captain Bullock with the Major Crimes Unit."

"Whose doing damage control?"

"Davison"

"She's good, get legal working on Owens death benefits. Tell the driver to be ready. I'll have to speak to Captain Bullock."

"Okay, what should I'll tell your son?"

"Harry? Uh..." Suddenly Osborn experienced a very distorted image as if his memory tried to tell him what happened last night. He had no idea to make of it. "Tell him I came home in the morning. I'll be back around seven."

"Should I tell him nine then?"

"No, seven. I'll be there."

"Yes, Mr. Osborn." The assistant left him alone in the massive penthouse. It was silent in room and just as Osborn went to look at himself in the large wall mirror. He heard something, he turned and looked to see where it was coming from. It was a deep, menacing sound. He couldn't find anything that would tell him where it was coming from. All he could make out of it that it was laughter. The most sinister sound he had ever heard in his life.



"What do we have?" Bullock asked his squad as they sat around a massive board that held a map of Gotham, various crime scene photos and evidence.

"We've got two bombings, one busted aerial and a dead body." Morely said to him

"Don't forget the partridge in a pair tree." Detective Cronin added.

Everyone in the squad laughed and it defused the tension for just a moment.

"Okay, how are we on the Owens investigation? Sergeant Morely?"

Morely rose up. "Nothing that would say this guy ought to die. He's clean. All he's got is a brother out in Boston. We checked doesn't really know the guy that well. Made money working at Oscorp. No debts. This guy is pure Milquetoast, nothing."

"Well he died for a reason. Most likely it deals with Oscorp. But they won't deal." Bullock jumped. "What's the stat on the aerial? Sergeant LaCroix?"

LaCroix stood up. "We've checked with the witnesses and Lieutenant Reading. All we got is that something attacked him. Something that can fly and throw bombs."

"Surveillance tapes at Lexcorp show something similar attacking them." Detective First Grade Adena Grover chimed in. "This was connected."

"Think it's Meta-human?" Bullock asked

"Ran it through DEO. Nothing, either new or not a meta-human." Grover said

"All right, we need to do this as best we can. Hopefully with the right tactics Oscorp will give us an idea what happened."

"We do have one thing." Eden Colfax said as she entered the meeting. She raised a stack of papers. "The ballistics and explosives reports. We got something good here."

"What is it?" Asked Bullock.

"The lab ran the explosive traces through the Feds. As you know that any explosive must be registered with the government for tracking purposes. We got a hit. Whatever hit that cop and Lexcorp belonged to Oscorp."

"Inside job?" Cronin asked

"Who knows, but at least we've got something. Work the leads and see if it connects to Oscorp in any way. Check everything, leave no stone unturned and all of those other commander cliches the movies got. Let's go."

Everyone in the squad room dispersed including Bullock.

"Captain" Morely asked. "Who is going to try and talk to Osborn."

"I will."

"You?"

"Figure the leader should do the hard work. Wish me luck, Morely."

"Everyone in the squad does, Captain."

"Thanks"

Bullock then picked up his jacket and headed out with some of his Detectives. His determination was out in force as he tried to solve this thing as soon as possible.



Harry Osborn sat at the lunch table alone in the crowded cafeteria. He didn't mind it that much, he had been used to it for some time. People usually came to him if he was throwing some party or showed everyone the latest toy he had gotten as a concession from his father. There were the down times and he had been there many times before. He didn't even bother to look up when someone came up to him.

"Hello, may I have a seat?" The voice asked

"Sure, go ahead."

The person sat down across from him. It was Peter Parker.

"Hi, I'm Peter Parker."

Harry didn't bother to look up.

Parker tried to think of something they can relate to. "So, you new here?"

"Yeah"

"Same here. By the way that was some party you threw."

"Thanks, were you there?"

"No but I heard from some friends of mine."

"Really"

"I'm not much of a party person. I've got other things to take care of. Homework and such."

"Yeah, I guess."

Parker once again tried to think of a new topic. "Did you hear about what happened over in the Upper East Side and in Conventry."

"Not really, what happened?"

"Apparently someone brought down one of those flying cop cars. I don't know what to call them, but anyway there was a lot of damage. Luckily my Aunt didn't have any trouble. It appears not having a car can be a benefit in Gotham."

"Yeah till you face Jokerz on the trains."

"Oh you're familiar with that?"

"Yeah, I am"

As they sat across from each other. Nelson Nash and his goons came up to them. Nelson looked at Parker, winced and then and turn his attention to Harry.

"Why isn't the twip patrol." Nelson said to him

"Slag off." Harry said to him.

"What did you say?"

"You heard what I said."

"What are you going to do?"

Harry got up from his seat and faced Nelson. "Dunno, although I heard you got fragged after Peter laid a hand on you. If he can do that. Imagine what I can do."

"Not to mention his dad could probably take your house." Dave Masters said

"Shut up, Dave"

"He's right you know."

"Alright what's going on?" The school principle said as she came on scene. "Let's stop this now before we've got to escalate this, Mr. Osborn."

"What I didn't do anything. It was-"

"That's just enough, Mr. Osborn."

"Excuse me," Parker cut in. "Harry didn't do anything. Nelson came up to us."

"Mr. Parker, I see you're witness to all this?" The principle asked

"Yes, that's what happened. Harry didn't do a thing."

The Principal thought for a second and then turned to Nelson. "I want you in my office after school."

"What! This is an outrage." Nelson yelled as his buddies stood by.

"You want to go to the office now?"

"No"

"Good. Good day everyone." She then walked away.

"See you some other time, Osborn." Nelson looked at Parker one more time and then walked away.

Both Harry and Parker sat back down. There was long pause before Harry looked up from his food.

"Thanks"

"I do what I can." Parker said to him.





Norman Osborn had been pouring over the reports in his home office. He had been going over the damage and incidence reports. He was dressed in one of his expensive suits as he waited for Bullock to meet him. He had no intention of meeting the Captain back at Police Headquarters.

He felt lucky for the fact that the damage caused in Oscorp wasn't very expensive. He heard that what happened in Lexcorp was well over fifty million in damage. He felt good as he went over and poured himself another cup of coffee. That's when he heard the laughter again. It spooked Osborn as he knocked the cup over and spilled the coffee all over his desk.

"Gahhh!" He said as he tried the dodge the oncoming waive of liquid. "What is that?" He heard the sound again. This time he was too intrigued to ignore.

Osborn walked into the massive foyer of the penthouse and went looking for the sound. While it appeared that he got closer to it. The closer Osborn got, the more prevalent the noise became.

"Looking for someone?" The voice called to him

Osborn freaked and spun around. Still no one.

"Come on, I know you can find me."

"Where?"

"Why, right, over here!" The voice commanded him to the large wall mirror.

"What, I don't understand?"

"You do understand, last night. In the lab."

"What?"

"Oh don't give me that. You do remember. Think Norman. Think!"

Osborn reached deep into his memory and came upon to what he was being told.

"The experiment to save your company. What created me. You're lucky to have me Norman. You can't believe what power you have now."

Osborn recoiled in terror.

"Don't be afraid, Norman. What you have is freedom. Freedom to do what you need for you to prosper. The freedom to punish those who have wrong you."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Don't give me that. You know who. Owens was the first one. Anyone who gets in your way. Maybe some board members who want to sell the company. Maybe someone who is getting too deep into your personal affairs."

"Who?"

"YOU KNOW WHO!" The voice bellowed. "The one who has been giving you some trouble recently. The one who let your son, Harry get arrested."

"Bullock?"

"Exactly, Norman."

"But he's a cop."

"I'm not talking about murder. I'm talking about taking care of anybody who gets in your way. You won't be responsible. I'll handle everything. Don't worry about anything."

"Mr. Osborn?" Someone called from the other side of the room.

Osborn spun around. "What?" He found the same assistant he met earlier that day.

"Captain Bullock is here to speak to you. Should I let him in."

Osborn paused and looked himself in the mirror. "Yes, let him in." He said as he flashed an evil smile as he waited for Bullock to appear.