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[TWO]
Inside a Town Car Traveling Down a Dirt Road
30 Miles Outside of the Iga Prefecture, Japan
10:17 PM EST May 1, 2015
The cherry blossom trees, Japanese maples and pines were a blur as the convoy sped down the road. Fallen leaves, dust, and gravel kicked up as the vehicles continued their voyage towards the mountains of the Iga Prefecture.
In the lead vehicle, Norman Osborne's brilliant mind was silently contemplating his next move, while Hiro Tanagwa was meditating quietly beside him.
This game of ours has reached an all new level Spiderman. So many years and energy has been wasted on our dance. Now that I have the means to finally break you completely, as I believed I had before with our dear Gwendolyn... we shall change the tempo. Hahahhahaha!
Hiro Tanagwa opened his eyes and glanced over at his companion. He again notices the maniacal glint in his eyes and wondered what Norman Osborne had planned for the Gaijin. Closing his eyes, quiets his mind and returns to his meditation.
Outside the dust picks up from the convoy heading off into the mountains, and the cherry blossoms dance in the wind.
Norman reaches into his inside jacket pocket and pulls out a cell phone. Clicking on the name of one from his list of contacts, he pushes the send button and awaits for an answer on the other line.
After a few rings a deep voice responds, " You left the country so soon, I thought the ''King' was never supposed to leave his Kingdom."
"Yes well, you of all people should know that sometimes if the King does not leave his Kingdom from time to time, the Realm will fall."
"True enough. What do you want 'Mason', or shall I call you Norman again as the Banks alias is no longer being used I take it?"
Keep calm and let him gloat. "I need a favor my old friend."
"Ha! Of course of course you do. Everyone eventually needs a favor." The deep inhale of a Cuban cigar could be heard.
"I need ten of your Hand ninja to be at the base of the mountain range in the Iga Prefecture of Japan. Just for a precaution. Not yet sure if I will need their services or not."
"They are multi-talented, and offer a wide variety of services."
"Yes, I know this. I am just not yet sure what their involvement in the matter will be."
"Very well. I will contact the head of the Japanese branch there and have a group of ten arriving within two hours. The regular fee will be required and payment will be needed to be wired before their arrival."
"Ever the businessman. I will wire the payment into the account as soon as we are done here."
"I am sure of that Norman, you have always paid your debts on a timely manner in the past, but this is business my friend."
"Understood."
"Before you come back home, you may want to change your face and identity again Norman. The Federal government and Interpol still have you on the Most Wanted list."
"Well aware of this, and I am already scheduled for getting some work done, and a new alias is already assumed now. But thank you for your concern anyhow,"
"Not concern, just business Norman. Good day." Another deep inhale and exhale of the Cuban cigar could be heard as the call was disconnected.
Norman smiled to himself as he transferred the funds from several of his dummy accounts into the offshore account that he had been paying for services rendered for almost twenty-five years now. Yes it is true that when he induced himself with the Goblin formula all those years ago, he had lost his fortune and his acquaintances due to his identity being exposed. But he had always been able to rebuild. And he had always had one "friend", when they were not trying to kill each other because it was "best for business".
[New York City, New York USA]
The 'Rose' high rise grew out of the depths overlooking Wall Street, and looked like a beacon of hope to those who were easily manipulated and believed whatever they were told. In this particular high rise, the top five floors were restricted to all that did not have a special numerical code, and digital palm scanner that was required to gain access to these floors. Armed guards either wearing Armoni suits, or tracksuits were positioned throughout the floors, and two were posted at the elevators on each floor. Sitting behind the centuries old Black Oak table, in a $20,000 wingback chair, was a menacing look man. His huge bulking frame which appeared to be fat, but was indeed hidden muscle. His clean shaven bald head, and glaring eyes revealed him to be a shady character indeed like most politicians and corporate bigwigs. His very expensive and immaculate white suit jacket, tailored to fit his huge frame, was all the more impressive by the huge ruby on his tiepin. Looking at the multiple hi-def screens before him, he inhaled his Cuban cigar and smiled. Wilson Fisk "The Kingpin" had already ended the phone call with Norman Osborne, and dialed another number.
"Victor, I need ten men to be waiting at the mountain base of Iga Prefecture within two hours..."