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Chapter 36: A Man's Thoughts and Choices
(New York City, Manhattan, Triskelion, a few days later)
Director Fury is meeting with Doctor Conners and Amadeus Cho to discuss the progression of the antivirus's mass production.
"I can barely have any unit move five feet without meeting a dozen damn Goblins. How long will it take to create a countless supply? I want these monsters shot down in the streets to bring our people back. The longer it takes, the soon whatever God knows plan Osborn in concocting…and the more likely our plans to bring them down is likely to fail." Director Fury asked.
"We have created enough to arm half of your agents." Doctor Conners said.
"Damn it! Not enough to launch any kind of retaliation against Osborn. Even if we had enough for every agent here, that still wouldn't be cause for any kind of attack. Even with every agent armed here, there'd be no chance in taking back the city. What about the aerial antivirus?" Director Fury said.
"Complete, we chose to finish that first in case you decided to try a stealth ops mission to sneak in and take Osborn's machine to utilize it to cure the city." Cho replied.
"That's not going to happen. Osborn will have his machine and its location heavily guarded 24/7. There's little chance in a stealth mission. I'm not sure even if Natasha could pull it off. With the borough firmly guarded and patrolled, stealth is practically an impossibility." Director Fury said.
"A realistic description…but an assault seems suicidal as well." Doctor Conners said.
"We are not doing some half-ass frontal assault either, we'd be mowed down like grass. Once we have the capability, we'll systematically take out key groups and positions throughout the borough." Director Fury replied.
"Good to know, sir." Doctor Conners replied.
"Alright, get back to work you two." Director Fury said.
The two scientists nodded in affirmation. Director Fury left them to their devices to continue their work, hoping they'd have more success in the days to come. He headed to his office. He sat down in his chair and pulled the report from White Tiger out of one his desk's drawers. He had briefly skimmed it the day she made it, he had to go over weapon reports, medical supplies, food and drink storages, and field reports from his agents and the outposts beyond the Triskelion. He remembered a few disturbing pieces of new reported by the young heroine.
'I really hope it isn't as bad as I think it is.' Director Fury thought in his mind.
He opened the report, his eyes scanning the details of the report, every word playing in his mind. His one good eye opened at shock at the details of the latest change the former Peter Parker had undergone. Fury growled as he tried not to slam his fist onto the table, rip up the report, or anything destructive.
'Damn it…damn you, Osborn.' Director Fury snarled in his mind.
One of his best agents had now become a psychopath, an insane henchman for Osborn. Part of him wanted to laugh that Goblin-Spidey was calling himself the law now…but it just perverted everything the true Spider-Man believed in. With the 'Sheriff' roaming the streets at eh behest of Osborn, there was no telling what sick new rules were in play.
'I should've realized that the Goblin virus would change him into a monster. With Mrs. Ayala, Mr. Cage, Mr. Rand, and Mr. Alexander were perverted and twisted…they have good characters…but Spider-Man holds such a high purpose of himself…with him twisted by Osborn…there's no telling how mad he is.' Director Fury thought.
He put the report back in the drawer and leaned back in his chair. The man snarled as he clutched his aching forehead with both his hands.
'Our work is only working in minimal progression…we need something to change the game…but what?' Director Fury grunted in his mind, frustrated by everything that has happened the last several weeks.
His mind began running with different strategies, those he'd used in the past, current plots, and possible future ideas. He smashed his right fist onto his desk. The man hollered within his mind at the frustration of the Goblins' growing plague. They needed something to turn the odds in their favor or at the very least delay the Goblins' plan…maybe even confuse their enemies somehow.
'Osborn is an intelligent man…that intellect is still strong yet twisted.' Director Fury thought.
His eye then opened as did his mind in realization.
'I don't believe this…this is the way?...God help me…and hope I'm not wrong about this…' Director Fury gulped in his mind.
(Triskelion Armory)
Director Fury put on his personal lightweight yet strong armor. His militarized belt was quickly loaded up with packs of ammo of concentrated horse tranquilizer, several pistols, and knives coated with the tranquilizer. A group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents ran into the room.
"Sir! We heard you were gearing up for a mission! Where is your backup?" An agent said.
"I'm going in alone; I can't have anyone tagging along." Director Fury said, putting on his trench coat.
"But sir, there are millions of those things in the borough." Another agent said.
"Those things are civilians that have been perverted by Osborn's personal Mr. Hyde. It's time I started pulling my weight in this fight." Director Fury replied.
"But how? You won't even get close to the head of the Goblin army. I don't see how there's any reason or possibility to get to them at this moment." Another agent said.
Director Fury turned to look at the agents.
"I'm the goddamn Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., that's all the goddamn reason I need! If the Goblins think they won't see me in the good fight…those goddamn motherfuckers have another thing coming!" Director Fury stated, loud and proud.
To be continued…