Mr. Johnson sat in the comfort of his office.It was large by office standards. The black colored walls with european pantings on each side, gave it a dreary feel. The doors were huge, redwood with brass handles entering and exiting. The hardwood floor below creaked as it always has all these. A fishtank was on the left side of the room. It variations of different colored fish were a slight to behold. His desk had the normal nameplate, papers and pictures of family. His attention was focused on the wide, clear windows. The skyline of Queens could be seen. The sun was its burnt orange color, setting on another tiring day. Johnson himself was in a standard navy blue suit, white shirt and, red tie. His hair lay flat on his head, jet black. His eyes were a eletric blue, formulating plots and plans. He walked back to his desk, starting lifeless at the papers that awiated him. High on the 25th floor of his Szytec Inc. Unfortunately for him, Spider-Man could give a damn about the place.
"Gah!" Johnson said nearly falling out his chair.
"What, no 'hi how are you?' Just a scream of terror?" Spidey asked hanging upside down outside the window. Johnson face twisted into a scowl.
Typical coorperate big man response.
"What do you want bug?" He asked Spider-Man.
"Bug? no, no I'm an insect. I hate when people confuse the two." Spider-Man said. "I'm here delivering cookies from building to building, care to buy?"
Johnson, sat in his chair, unwavering. "I don't have time for your bullcrap, what do you want?"
That one always works...
"Your perfect employees told me about the necklace." Spider-Man replied. How did he-? Johnson thought. "Never hire supevillains to do a man's job." Spidey quipped. "Why do want the necklace?"
Johnson shifted in his chair. "To better help my clients, Spider-Man. We're both in the business of saving lives."
More high and mighty crap...
"What does saving lives have to do with that necklace? You already have the biggest robotics technology, next to Stark Inc. why to you need more?" Spider-Man said.
"Simple, Spider-Man, I want to give people more than robotic limbs. I want to give them back a part of their lives, something can't be used or installed." Johnson replied.
Spidey groaned slightly under his mask.
Another piece of work...
"If thats the case, why hire Venom and Doc Ock? If honesty is your game then why not do it legally?" Spidey asked.
Johnson stood, walking toward the window. "People have searching for that necklace for generations. If I announce that, then bounty hunters, treasurers, arcologists and my competiors would try to beat me to the punch. Having those two my job for me..."
"Makes it looks, like its any atempted search on them." Spidey said.
Nice, this would make an alibi if they came back to him.
"Excatly." Johnson said. "You if you don't mind I have things do to." turning to his desk.
Spidey swung away. Oh boy, that sounds fishy, Well I'm feeling a little ill..and MJ cant help this remedy...