Twin Hybrid
(A Green Encounter)
The elegantly decorated, and dimly light dinning halls way lead to the lively dining area, for the many guests. One guest in particular, was no guest at all, but merely a well-dressed intruder. Her thick brown hair was adorned with a flower pink diamond clip to match her pink flowing dress. She twirled and giggled as the guard let her into the main room. She carried a large ugly brown purse with her. Each step in her fancy, almost glass like high-heels, made her smile even more. She hugged her purse closer in thought. The purse was her best witness. This young lady knew its capabilities (to eavesdrop on the delightfully secrets of her guardian's enemy).
A bright green 'O', much like something from the "Wizard of Oz," hung over the stage, above the spot where a future speaker will speak. She sat not far from the front, seeing the large letter and folded her arm to her face; she covered her face keeping others from seeing her mischievously look.
She smirked. "Well, Mr. Osborn are you casually late? Has my last stunt spooked you?" Her inner question was a joy to revel in. The guests chattered amongst the slowly dimming lights. The show was soon about to start, with her mind still wondering about Harry.
Guards gradually stepped out from side entrances and blended into the audiences that were gathering.
"Now, that is more like it." Her lips curl up.
She angled the purse just right. The blinking record icon flashed as a man took the stage. He took the microphone and greeted the audience. "Sorry about being a bit late, it seems that my driver thought the party was at my house, not at an actual dining place. I do crawl out from my rock you know."
The audience let out muffled laughs.
Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead. "And to begin business. Why have I welcomed you all here? I want you to see all that our company has done and to thank the major donors to Oscorp."
"Due continue on Mr. Villain," she smoothly whispered.
"Recently, a certain reporter has ruined the press conference and said that well," he laughed in embarrassment, "—our company is corrupt. So, I'd like to show what Oscorp has done that I can say leaves our conscience free at night. The "Flower an Hour" project was created for those who are homeless to plant flowers around the city. Our next project was—" his phone rang. "Please excuse, me." He took off stage to answer it. Not long after, he returned smiling. "The young lady who interrupted our report is not here. If she is, she will be escorted out." Harry paused for a second. "If you are here, we could chat after the meeting alone. I do have time to meet with potential partners." The crowd laughed. "After all, a former business foe can be the best business buddy." He clicked his tongue.
"Oh, Harry, innuendoes aren't good for a public interest. And besides, I'm not your age. I guess all men are alike."
He waved his arm out, "I have other projects to name. The most promising project is the Alloy Project, which this miss reporter has stated as being evil--" He yanked out a projector remote, clicking on a hologram that arose from the floor. The image was of a mini chip with pink wiring.
"This is no evil. Humans have wondered for centuries what they could to do to be better, faster and stronger. We all know that a certain crackpot professor had one in his spine; unfortunately, he didn't think to carry a back-up. This shame has haunted Oscorp industries for about 17 years now. This chip isn't for tentacles at all. This chip's purpose is to provide the best resources to save a life. The small circuit reads vital signs can induce shocks and adjusts the body temperature. It not only can do that, but release nanobots if there is an injury. There is more, but that's all I can say for now."
"Daddy will be proud," she whispered and then took a sip of water.
He clicked on the other button allowing the chip to rotate. "More endorsement means more perfection. This is only a prototype. I'd like to thank all over you who have taken the time to come see what Oscorp is doing."
Seeing that he was wrapping up, she gracefully got up and walked not two steps when a guard grabbed her arm. "Miss, I think Mr. Osborn would like to talk to you."
"I'm afraid it's not the best time."
He whispered foaming anger, "Then make time."
She turns and glares. "I'm not a baker. You don't want me to make a scene, now do you?" She tilts her head, cracking her neck. Her left hand forms a fist of cracking knuckles.
The tall mean smirked. "You think you can take on me?"
Seeing that it would be not classy to make a scene, she winked and said, "Ok, big boy, I'll see what Mr. Osborn has to stay. But don't expect anything to go his way."
"That's more like it." He lead her out a back door, down a black hall way to a helicopter that was outside.
"I see Mr. Osborn likes to use the best travel means. You don't get traffic do you?" She trotted heavily and awkwardly on the gravely rooftop with the hand of her kidnapper on her shoulder.
Harry Osborn rushed from another exit and opened the door for her. He winked and noticed she drew a dry smile. The lady rolled her eyes upon seating her bottom on the seat. She blew kisses at the guard who closed the door for her. Harry Osborn buckled up at the same time she did. She drew in a breath and waited for his answer. He places his hand around her shoulder, as an irritated glance leaps out from her eyes.
"I know you are the reporter lady who likes to drop in and see what operations I'm doing. You somehow they are morally wrong? Care to share what information you have gathered?"
"You cannot scare me into saying a word. I don't fear you."
"You see," he pulls out a few hundred dollars from his fancy coat pocket, "I can explain in simple terms that my projects are safe and are not harmful to anyone."
"Is that bribe money, Mr. Osborn?"
"Oh, this?" He expresses a playful smile, "just some getting to' know you money'. I want to show you I'm generous. I can't have you accusing me of not giving to funds. Care to say what funds are in need of money?"
"You're so obviously trying to bribe me, you buffoon, that it's practically dripping from your hands." She points her nose a little higher.
He sucks in air. Harry places the money into her hands. She withdraws her hands and folds them. The helicopter dips a bit, making her bounce forward, giving her a jolt, as he asks, "Do you have a name? Or do you prefer the name Miss Truth Seeker?"
"I do have a name. I have several names in fact. I don't think that telling you would be a good thing. Care to tell me why you are kidnapping me? Also, where are we going?"
"We are going to my mansion. If you wanted to see what horrible distortions of law; then you have to go to the source. You can look around all you want."
She laughs.
"A good reporter never lets on to when she'll do her investigation. And by the way, I have to wish good luck. I have to be getting home for the night. Father doesn't like it when I stay out to late."
"What father is that? The town mayor?" He lets out a smile, as hers only grows. She gives him a little wink. Her hands unbuckle her seatbelt.
"Oh, he's way more important than that--"
"The president of the United States?"
"Ha! He wishes he could run the state. You've met him before. It was a shame you never did see how far he could really go."
Harry's brow twitched upward. "I'm intrigued."
She blew him a kiss. "Goodbye, but not for long. He might visit you sooner than you think."
The young lady punched her fist through the glass and twisted the door open. She flew backwards in the air. Harry stared wide-eyed.
"What? What!"
The wind whipped her hair as she fell. She pulled a cord that flipped a up the sparkly back part of her dress, having revealed a pink parachute. Miss Truth Seeker landed on the roof and tumbled to a stop. A few silvery tendrils waved near the edge as she leapt off.
"Bernard Jr. I need some bourbon. It's been a long day!"
The moon lit up the night, as the stars echoed the same brilliant light. Not all was quiet, not all was right. This night belonged to an old partner long forgotten, long thought of as gone. The funny thing at night is when dreamers dream, not everyone at night sleeps. One person in particular, waited for this hour, waited for the chance to use the darkness to seek out what was needed, desired, for the biggest step for redemption—redemption in the technological world. A chance, during the unsuspecting hours, to gain back the glory that was stolen at the death of a cherished one by this person's nemesis. And to gain back honor in the community, honor taken when the work this human being did was ruined by the interference of a red and blue suited nuisance. This all was contemplated under the pale light. It reflected off of the darkened glasses on the wolfish-smiled person, as he waited in the cool shadows of the Osborn mansion..