Chapter 9 part 2 (Unspoken Words-Meanwhile)
Meanwhile
New York City, New York (United States of America)
Being patient wasn't what Ron Harnois did best; in fact he didn't think that "patience" was in his vocabulary. His dry, rigid hands gripped the shine-less door handle and pulled it open as he thought this over. His always alert and suspicious brown eyes spied his crew playing poker in the center of the darkened warehouse. His disdain and hatred towards games of chance showed as he snorted and pulled the door shut behind him closed. For five years now, Harnois had been a mercenary; killing and hurting people for money. His most recent employer was his first supervillain job and he was enjoying it. The only real drag to it he had found was the secrecy, masks, and superheroes.
Only thing I wish is that I could see his face...damn fishbowl covers everything was Ron's thought on that matter. The job was to go to Harry Osborn, president of Oscorp and offer him assistance in discrediting Spider- Man. This, Harnois didn't have a problem with, it was the second part that irritated him: He had to form a four-man crew and split up the money Osborn gave him into shares of four. Harnois was greedy; he always had been and did not deny that aspect of his life so he dwelt on this part of the deal a lot.
Boss doesn't want me to earn more than what I'm getting from him. I will just kill the rest and take their cuts when this job is over he thought as he laughed softly to himself. It was a sinister, evil laugh and some people had told him that it scared them; Harnois would just laugh more when they told him that.
The closest to the approaching leader was a man known only as "Soil", why they called the buff two hundred pound black man that only he knew. His bald head gleamed under the one light that hung down in the warehouse to illuminate the table and a few feet from it. On his left was "Bull" a large three-hundred and fifty-six pound Texan who's long read beard touched his fat gut, he was their weapons and surveillance expert and the bane of their eating. The man disgusted by Bull eating a large chili covered hotdog with extra relish and onions to the far left was the final member of the four-man team: Brian Verdes. The brown-eyed and haired twenty-something was somewhat of a prodigy in the thieving business. Some even claimed he sold his soul to acquire his unnatural talent.
Brian looked up as Harnois coughed to get their attention, but Verdes was the first to speak when all had their attention on their "leader."
"Harnois, tell Bull over here that other people have stomachs." The young man half joked as Bull went red and glared at Brian.
"Well, if the little gnat would like food then he can go to another flower," the stupid southerner said as Verdes laughed out loud.
"BEES.... bees take the nectar from flowers. GNATS live off of trash like you. Besides...I'm too disgusted by your eating to think about anything that concerns nutrition," he said to Bull as the large man kicked his chair out for his way and glared at Brian, who sat there unflinching.
"Do you want to repeat that, gnat?!!!" he growled as Soil looked at Harnois and rolled his eyes.
"Both have been fightin' since ya went to see the boss," the fearsome man with dark green eyes said to the now annoyed Harnois.
Brian kept his position holding his cards and moved his eyes in Bulls direction for a slight second and looked away.
"Bull, sit down or I will shove that chili dog down your throat, break your nose, and let you drown and choke on your cherished food...then eating will be hard," Verdes said as Bull lifted his free hand up to bash the brave thief but was stopped by Harnois pounding the table.
"Hey you big ape! Cut it out NOW!" The gray-haired Harnois growled as Verdes grinned.
"That goes for you as well Verdes. I don't care if you're our grease man...I will kill you myself." he said as Verdes smiled and put his cards down.
"Okay boss," both said as Bull took up his over-turned chair up right and sat back down, sulking.
Brian Verdes was younger than all these men but his mind was sharper then theirs. He told himself this every moment he sat with them, cheated them, and laughed at or with them. The only one he liked was Harnois, but the older man was no role model...and being suspicious of him didn't help. Besides, he only saw Brian as a scruffy 'run of the mill' thief, another kid trying to be famous. Brian was no 'run of the mill' thief, in fact he was the son of a corrupt cop and his IQ rivaled several of his former teachers. The rest didn't know that Brian's high IQ made him arrogant and holier than thou; this nature of his had earned him an outcast status in school and forced him to be friends with the geeks and not with the group his father wished him to be in, the "in-crowd." He loathed himself at times; in fact, his hatred for his own genius was one of the reasons for him dropping out of high school, a move that shocked friends and family.
All 'cause my father...don't worry pops. I'll make you see how smart I really am, he thought, his thoughts now muddled and confused over the years.
Brian's father believed his son to be insane; a comment the young Verdes had heard every once in a while when the old man hit the bottle. Maybe it was his own genius that made him a little mad, but all Brian wanted was a salvation or redemption for himself. The only person that had ever looked up to him had been his little brother, Henry, but he was gone. Brian figured it was Henry's tragic death that had caused his fall from grace. His senior year of high school had begun and young Henry was with Brian and his two friends, Peter Parker and Harry Osborn, as they went to the park to work on Henry's throwing arm since their father had refused to help. Henry's love for baseball fueled the young boy to play ball. Brian was a mentor to the boy, helping the boy get good grades so when the time came, Henry could play for the school's team.
As usual, Peter bailed out early, something that had become frequent during the first of the year. Brian had figured it had to do with his uncle's death. The day had been so good up to that point, sunny and warm. It was a good day till the plaguing nightmare appeared. A large hulking creature had appeared suddenly, crashing down the park and attacking its inhabitants. The hero of the day, Spider-man, had to come and fight it; the large widespread battle had destroyed a large section of the park and mortally wounded Henry. Spider-man had been successful in capturing the monster but the big screw up was Henry, who died a day later of brain damage and massive internal bleeding. A tear almost came from his right eye but he stopped it...
Grown men don't cry.... that's what pops said, he thought.
Brian's day dreaming earned him a poker chip to the head.
"Hey kid, listen up when I'm talking," Harnois growled as Bull snickered like the mindless lackey that he was.
If I was to pick them off one by one...he would go first...too trusting Brian thought as Harnois told Bull to "shut up" and caused the obese southerner to bow his head and shift around in his chair, staying quiet.
"I talked to the Boss and he gave us our next gig...along with this," Harnois said as he tossed three shares of money on the table, which were gone in a second. Bull looked at Harnois and glared at Verdes.
"He tried to grab mine..." Bull said as Verdes rolled his eyes and flicked the fat man off. Harnois held Bull in place as he went on.
"The only problem or "drawback" is that we have to wait a few days till we hit the next place, so I want you to go out and have some fun...do your own thing," he said as Bull bellowed happily.
"I met me a pretty blonde on Reese Street, I want to break that girl," he said with a laugh as Harnois slammed the table and made a poker chip bounce into Bull's mouth.
"Good shot Harnois," Verdes said
"Shut up, Brian. I want to hear what he has to say," Soil commented.
"Wekdslka...mdifsois.... ouch," Bull groaned as he pulled the poker chip from his enlarged front tooth gap.
"I don't care what you do. Just don't get caught and don't spend it all..." he said as he finished the order in his mind.
'Cause I want to steal your shares and kill you myself.
A smile hit Harnois's mouth, a smile that made Brian suddenly freeze up and fear the man before him.
Remember not to trust anyone, Brian a little X-files slogan went through his head and took the seriousness out of his thought but he was still worried. Harnois caught the movement and smiled; he was scaring the little boy.
"Here is the plan," Harnois started as the four closed in together like a football team huddling. A caped person could be seen looking down upon them from high above, and his helmet held an evil smile from the sight.
Meanwhile
New York City, New York (United States of America)
Being patient wasn't what Ron Harnois did best; in fact he didn't think that "patience" was in his vocabulary. His dry, rigid hands gripped the shine-less door handle and pulled it open as he thought this over. His always alert and suspicious brown eyes spied his crew playing poker in the center of the darkened warehouse. His disdain and hatred towards games of chance showed as he snorted and pulled the door shut behind him closed. For five years now, Harnois had been a mercenary; killing and hurting people for money. His most recent employer was his first supervillain job and he was enjoying it. The only real drag to it he had found was the secrecy, masks, and superheroes.
Only thing I wish is that I could see his face...damn fishbowl covers everything was Ron's thought on that matter. The job was to go to Harry Osborn, president of Oscorp and offer him assistance in discrediting Spider- Man. This, Harnois didn't have a problem with, it was the second part that irritated him: He had to form a four-man crew and split up the money Osborn gave him into shares of four. Harnois was greedy; he always had been and did not deny that aspect of his life so he dwelt on this part of the deal a lot.
Boss doesn't want me to earn more than what I'm getting from him. I will just kill the rest and take their cuts when this job is over he thought as he laughed softly to himself. It was a sinister, evil laugh and some people had told him that it scared them; Harnois would just laugh more when they told him that.
The closest to the approaching leader was a man known only as "Soil", why they called the buff two hundred pound black man that only he knew. His bald head gleamed under the one light that hung down in the warehouse to illuminate the table and a few feet from it. On his left was "Bull" a large three-hundred and fifty-six pound Texan who's long read beard touched his fat gut, he was their weapons and surveillance expert and the bane of their eating. The man disgusted by Bull eating a large chili covered hotdog with extra relish and onions to the far left was the final member of the four-man team: Brian Verdes. The brown-eyed and haired twenty-something was somewhat of a prodigy in the thieving business. Some even claimed he sold his soul to acquire his unnatural talent.
Brian looked up as Harnois coughed to get their attention, but Verdes was the first to speak when all had their attention on their "leader."
"Harnois, tell Bull over here that other people have stomachs." The young man half joked as Bull went red and glared at Brian.
"Well, if the little gnat would like food then he can go to another flower," the stupid southerner said as Verdes laughed out loud.
"BEES.... bees take the nectar from flowers. GNATS live off of trash like you. Besides...I'm too disgusted by your eating to think about anything that concerns nutrition," he said to Bull as the large man kicked his chair out for his way and glared at Brian, who sat there unflinching.
"Do you want to repeat that, gnat?!!!" he growled as Soil looked at Harnois and rolled his eyes.
"Both have been fightin' since ya went to see the boss," the fearsome man with dark green eyes said to the now annoyed Harnois.
Brian kept his position holding his cards and moved his eyes in Bulls direction for a slight second and looked away.
"Bull, sit down or I will shove that chili dog down your throat, break your nose, and let you drown and choke on your cherished food...then eating will be hard," Verdes said as Bull lifted his free hand up to bash the brave thief but was stopped by Harnois pounding the table.
"Hey you big ape! Cut it out NOW!" The gray-haired Harnois growled as Verdes grinned.
"That goes for you as well Verdes. I don't care if you're our grease man...I will kill you myself." he said as Verdes smiled and put his cards down.
"Okay boss," both said as Bull took up his over-turned chair up right and sat back down, sulking.
Brian Verdes was younger than all these men but his mind was sharper then theirs. He told himself this every moment he sat with them, cheated them, and laughed at or with them. The only one he liked was Harnois, but the older man was no role model...and being suspicious of him didn't help. Besides, he only saw Brian as a scruffy 'run of the mill' thief, another kid trying to be famous. Brian was no 'run of the mill' thief, in fact he was the son of a corrupt cop and his IQ rivaled several of his former teachers. The rest didn't know that Brian's high IQ made him arrogant and holier than thou; this nature of his had earned him an outcast status in school and forced him to be friends with the geeks and not with the group his father wished him to be in, the "in-crowd." He loathed himself at times; in fact, his hatred for his own genius was one of the reasons for him dropping out of high school, a move that shocked friends and family.
All 'cause my father...don't worry pops. I'll make you see how smart I really am, he thought, his thoughts now muddled and confused over the years.
Brian's father believed his son to be insane; a comment the young Verdes had heard every once in a while when the old man hit the bottle. Maybe it was his own genius that made him a little mad, but all Brian wanted was a salvation or redemption for himself. The only person that had ever looked up to him had been his little brother, Henry, but he was gone. Brian figured it was Henry's tragic death that had caused his fall from grace. His senior year of high school had begun and young Henry was with Brian and his two friends, Peter Parker and Harry Osborn, as they went to the park to work on Henry's throwing arm since their father had refused to help. Henry's love for baseball fueled the young boy to play ball. Brian was a mentor to the boy, helping the boy get good grades so when the time came, Henry could play for the school's team.
As usual, Peter bailed out early, something that had become frequent during the first of the year. Brian had figured it had to do with his uncle's death. The day had been so good up to that point, sunny and warm. It was a good day till the plaguing nightmare appeared. A large hulking creature had appeared suddenly, crashing down the park and attacking its inhabitants. The hero of the day, Spider-man, had to come and fight it; the large widespread battle had destroyed a large section of the park and mortally wounded Henry. Spider-man had been successful in capturing the monster but the big screw up was Henry, who died a day later of brain damage and massive internal bleeding. A tear almost came from his right eye but he stopped it...
Grown men don't cry.... that's what pops said, he thought.
Brian's day dreaming earned him a poker chip to the head.
"Hey kid, listen up when I'm talking," Harnois growled as Bull snickered like the mindless lackey that he was.
If I was to pick them off one by one...he would go first...too trusting Brian thought as Harnois told Bull to "shut up" and caused the obese southerner to bow his head and shift around in his chair, staying quiet.
"I talked to the Boss and he gave us our next gig...along with this," Harnois said as he tossed three shares of money on the table, which were gone in a second. Bull looked at Harnois and glared at Verdes.
"He tried to grab mine..." Bull said as Verdes rolled his eyes and flicked the fat man off. Harnois held Bull in place as he went on.
"The only problem or "drawback" is that we have to wait a few days till we hit the next place, so I want you to go out and have some fun...do your own thing," he said as Bull bellowed happily.
"I met me a pretty blonde on Reese Street, I want to break that girl," he said with a laugh as Harnois slammed the table and made a poker chip bounce into Bull's mouth.
"Good shot Harnois," Verdes said
"Shut up, Brian. I want to hear what he has to say," Soil commented.
"Wekdslka...mdifsois.... ouch," Bull groaned as he pulled the poker chip from his enlarged front tooth gap.
"I don't care what you do. Just don't get caught and don't spend it all..." he said as he finished the order in his mind.
'Cause I want to steal your shares and kill you myself.
A smile hit Harnois's mouth, a smile that made Brian suddenly freeze up and fear the man before him.
Remember not to trust anyone, Brian a little X-files slogan went through his head and took the seriousness out of his thought but he was still worried. Harnois caught the movement and smiled; he was scaring the little boy.
"Here is the plan," Harnois started as the four closed in together like a football team huddling. A caped person could be seen looking down upon them from high above, and his helmet held an evil smile from the sight.
