Brown hair flew past the woman's dark face. She quickly brushed it away as she ran after the driver. She started shooting at him, but to her surprise, he was a damn fast runner. The driver-known as a NASA scientist named Morgan-began throwing a stack of cards at her wildly. Some of them were ordinary cards that he had flung at Spidey while others were miniature bomb-like devices that gave off tiny explosions once they made contact with any solid object. Despite this, the woman was still able to remain calm.

She aimed more bullets, but they hit the corner of a brick building. She saw Morgan ran into a dark alleyway. She quickly turned, but no one was there. The only thing she saw was the last of Tarot's cards flying high into the air. It was one of his signature moves-it meant that he had successfully completed his mission. She angrily thrust her gun onto the sidewalk and pulled out an old-fashioned walkie-talkie.

"Jan to Fury-Tarrot escaped."

Morgan breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the familiar dark room. The room was dark and surrounded by oddly shaped jars and urns. He wiped his bloody hand onto his jeans and quickly pulled out a tissue to cover his nose. He silently cursed at Spiderman. A single fireplace was in the middle, and the crackles cast soft shadows onto the room's pale green walls.

"Ah...Tarrot," replied a cold voice. Morgan turned to see a tall, lean figure with a sleek wooden cane emerge from the shadows. Brendan Fisk's violet eyes narrowed into thin slits. "You're late."

"Well, I wouldn't be late if you had pressed the button for the teleportation device earlier. Not only that, but Spidey and this woman from SHIELD interfered."

"That doesn't make a difference. You're late," stated Brendan as he stared down at his Rolex watch.

"Look, I know you wanted it at 3:00, but come on, chill out. Cut me some slack-I got punched in the nose. Besides, I'm only one minute late," replied Morgan as he stared at the clock behind Brendan, which confirmed his statement.

"Tarrot, I gave you those cards for a reason. I gave you that robotic arm of yours for a reason. You were supposed to bring me the symbiote by 3:00."

"Come on. The mission was still a success. I risked my ass to get what you wanted-not to mention that I could have gotten crushed to death by the Kingpin," said Morgan as he flashed the bag in front of Brendan. Brendan didn't move, though. He just continued to stare at Morgan.

"That doesn't matter. When I want something at 3:00, I want it at 3:00. Not a minute later."

"I'll make it up to you next time, boss," replied Morgan with a wave of his hand. His nose had stopped bleeding by now. He hurriedly wiped the rest of the blood away from his face, crumbled the tissue, and carelessly threw it onto the floor.

"There will be no next time."

"What?" asked Morgan, who looked up and smirked at Brendan, "What are you gonna do about it now? I could take you down right here, right now."

Brendan didn't reply. Instead, he simply pressed a button on his cane. Glass panels surrounded Morgan instantly. Morgan dropped the bag and banged on the glass with his fists and shouted curses at Brendan. Brendan slowly walked toward the glass and looked at him.

"Do you know what happens when you mix calcaticium with nefertitium?"

"Of course I do, you bastard. It makes toxicatic gas."

"Good. Then I don't have to explain what you'll be seeing in the next few seconds," stated Brendan as he pressed another button. A long, silver claw reached out from the ceiling and grabbed the plastic bag that Morgan had dropped. Seconds later, the claw disappeared and reappeared next to Brendan, who took the bag and pocketed it into his suit.

"You've got to be kidding me. I'm your greatest apprentice. How can you do this to me?!?!"

Brendan turned to Morgan with pleasure and delight twinkling in his eyes.

"You're useless to me now, Tarrot. I have someone else who's much more well-suited for future jobs."

"You were the one who didn't push the button! If you did, then-" Morgan stopped as he saw a small flash of what looked like lightning combine the two gases to form the deadly and ever so painful yellow one.

"AAAAGGGGGHHHH!" screamed Morgan as the gas entered his nostrils. Absolutely nothing could compare to the pain that Morgan was feeling now. Morgan slumped to the ground, clutching his throat-his eyes tearing, his heart beating ever so faster in fear and panic, his lungs burning. Any normal being would have felt his heart wrenching in guilt, but Brendan didn't even wince. He just walked out of the room and slammed the door behind him. Two bodyguards on either side of the door walked out of the way with their heads bent toward Brendan-as if he was some sort of god.

Brendan stepped forward. Then he turned his head slightly to his right.

"You know what to do," he replied. The bodyguards nodded. Brendan walked away with a smile playing on his lips as Morgan's blood-curdling screams continued to reverberate off the pale green walls.

Author's Note: Well, here is your new chappie! I know it took a while, but school has been torture. Lot of work and everything. Please reviews a must! This isn't going to be as action-packed as my old story, so I'm sorry to disappoint anyone who wanted a lot of action. Thanks again!