Bill Maxim was walking through the foyer of Wilson Fisk's condo when Shoker walked out of the shadow. Startled, Bill Maxim jumped, and breathed heavily. "Don't do that! Well, did you dispose of Spider-Man?"
"Yes, speak up!" Wilson Fisk said, walking out of an elevator, smoking a Cuban cigar. "I much want to hear that you have disposed of that wretched Spider-Man."
"Actually, no!" Shocker scratched his head. "I had him where I wanted him, but this lady in a black costume saved him."
"Another superhero? Is Mr. Fisk suppose to believe that or that you are just incompetent? " Bill Maxim snapped.
"Don't you dare call me a liar, Maxim! She called herself the Black Cat or something like that."
"You don't say!" Mr. Fisk stayed calm as he rubbed his huge chin. "I know of this Black Cat you speak about. I have underground businesses there in France, and I have heard from my clients that for the last six months, a woman in a black costume with white hair and a black mask, who calls herself the Black Cat was costing them millions of dollars. So it seems that she has come here to America now."
"Why would she come here to America? Do you think she's after you?" Bill Maxim asked.
"That is a possibility, but I think it's more for the reason that she is here to meet Spider-Man."
"So what do we do know? The wrist bands were destroyed, and it will take our scientists two to three weeks to construct new ones."
"That will be good. By then, I would have bought the New York Science Complex. As for Spider-Man, I think to dispose of an arachnid, you must him up against a stronger arachnid. You are dismissed Shocker. Bill, to the lab."
Bill followed Mr. Fisk back into the elevator. Mr. Fisk pressed the button to take them to the lowest level of the tower that only he had access too. "His failure comes to me as no big surprise. He is a mere average person with high tech gadgets, but to destroy a threat with beyond mortal powers, you must have a beyond average person." The door slid open and they entered their science laboratory. Up ahead was a chamber just the right dimensions of a average height male. Inside of it, locked to the back was a middle-aged man of about thirty with red hair. He had a pair of boxers on, and that was it.
"Norman Osborn was a genius coming up with the human enhancers. It is a pity that he had died, or I would have asked him to work together on the completion of the human enhancers. After Osborn died, we continued his research and perfected it, while the world has forgotten all about it. We perfected it to the point that we can control what powers we want to give.
A scientist inserted the tube of green human enhancers into the hole on the side of the chamber. Bill Maxim followed Mr. Fisk to a table, as he picked up a vile of black liquid. "And now for the final ingredient!" He poured the liquid through a cylinder on the side of the chamber. After the vile was empty, a near-by scientists took out the cylinder, and covered the hole. Another scientist pulled the level and the gas began to fill the chamber. Mr. Fisk grinned as he showed Bill Maxim the vile. On the side of the vile was a black symbol of a scorpion.
"Yes, speak up!" Wilson Fisk said, walking out of an elevator, smoking a Cuban cigar. "I much want to hear that you have disposed of that wretched Spider-Man."
"Actually, no!" Shocker scratched his head. "I had him where I wanted him, but this lady in a black costume saved him."
"Another superhero? Is Mr. Fisk suppose to believe that or that you are just incompetent? " Bill Maxim snapped.
"Don't you dare call me a liar, Maxim! She called herself the Black Cat or something like that."
"You don't say!" Mr. Fisk stayed calm as he rubbed his huge chin. "I know of this Black Cat you speak about. I have underground businesses there in France, and I have heard from my clients that for the last six months, a woman in a black costume with white hair and a black mask, who calls herself the Black Cat was costing them millions of dollars. So it seems that she has come here to America now."
"Why would she come here to America? Do you think she's after you?" Bill Maxim asked.
"That is a possibility, but I think it's more for the reason that she is here to meet Spider-Man."
"So what do we do know? The wrist bands were destroyed, and it will take our scientists two to three weeks to construct new ones."
"That will be good. By then, I would have bought the New York Science Complex. As for Spider-Man, I think to dispose of an arachnid, you must him up against a stronger arachnid. You are dismissed Shocker. Bill, to the lab."
Bill followed Mr. Fisk back into the elevator. Mr. Fisk pressed the button to take them to the lowest level of the tower that only he had access too. "His failure comes to me as no big surprise. He is a mere average person with high tech gadgets, but to destroy a threat with beyond mortal powers, you must have a beyond average person." The door slid open and they entered their science laboratory. Up ahead was a chamber just the right dimensions of a average height male. Inside of it, locked to the back was a middle-aged man of about thirty with red hair. He had a pair of boxers on, and that was it.
"Norman Osborn was a genius coming up with the human enhancers. It is a pity that he had died, or I would have asked him to work together on the completion of the human enhancers. After Osborn died, we continued his research and perfected it, while the world has forgotten all about it. We perfected it to the point that we can control what powers we want to give.
A scientist inserted the tube of green human enhancers into the hole on the side of the chamber. Bill Maxim followed Mr. Fisk to a table, as he picked up a vile of black liquid. "And now for the final ingredient!" He poured the liquid through a cylinder on the side of the chamber. After the vile was empty, a near-by scientists took out the cylinder, and covered the hole. Another scientist pulled the level and the gas began to fill the chamber. Mr. Fisk grinned as he showed Bill Maxim the vile. On the side of the vile was a black symbol of a scorpion.