CHAPTER 10: ALTERNATIVE SOLUTION

A crime boss typically possesses complete or nearly complete control over the other members of the organization. They are also often greatly feared or respected for their astuteness, strategic thinking, and/or unwavering determination. To take lives in order to exert their influence and derive profits from the criminal activities in which the organization engages.

Certain groups may have as few as two ranks, consisting of a crime boss and their loyal soldiers. Conversely, other groups exhibit a more intricate and organized structure, which may vary depending on cultural background. Organized crime enterprises originating in Sicily differ in structure from those found on the mainland.

Some groups often adopt distinct structures when compared to the White Fang, while gangs frequently exhibit unique organizational patterns in contrast to gangs in Vale. Furthermore, the size of the criminal organization plays a pivotal role, as regional or national gangs tend to possess significantly more complex hierarchies.

Wilson Grant Fisk knows this more than anyone.

Fisk was one of the most feared, dangerous and powerful crime overlords in the underworld of Vale. His reign was preceded by ten years, his rise in power beginning at the age of seventeen. At that point in time, he possessed a reputation so vast that even his peers considered him to be a legend, something to be reckoned with and admired. He held a high position within the criminal hierarchy, and his exploits were legendary. It was rumored amongst his gang leaders that Fisk killed a couple dozen people, both Human and Faunus, each for daring to double-cross him.

Fisk stood gazing out of the window on the highest floor of his office, which provided a commanding view of the vast expanse of Vale and Beacon academy. His attention was drawn to the bustling cityscape below, where a multitude of vehicles swiftly traversed the streets, ferrying passengers to various destinations within the metropolis.

Individuals of all genders gracefully strolled along the sidewalks, accompanied by their children who hurriedly tried to keep pace with their parents. Engaged in lively conversations, they joyfully exchanged laughter and animatedly discussed subjects that remained a mystery to outsiders. The harmonious blend of their voices created a symphony of sound, resonating throughout the urban landscape.

"Wilson."

Wilson looked over his shoulder, and saw Roderick Kingsley standing across his office desk. He and Roderick had met two years ago, when they formed a partnership between Astro Tech and Fisk industries. Wilson had an interest in the advanced technology that Roderick was developing into an extremely sophisticated system. In fact, it was because of this passion that Wilson had offered Roderick his resources that would meet the demands of his company.

In return, Roderick provides Wilson with expertise, support, and the freedom to experiment, test, improve, and develop his ideas for better weapons systems and technology applications. They were both men dedicated to achieving their goals. But Wilson wouldn't consider Roderick a friend, despite them having similar goals and ambitions, especially now that they were in business together. While there wasn't any animosity toward Roderick, Wilson didn't think much of him as anything but a pawn. Wilson never considered himself to be particularly friendly to other individuals, nor did he feel obligated to make up with those whom he considered beneath him.

Wilson returned his gaze to the scenery outside the window. "What can I do for you, Roderick?"

Roderick started towards his desk and sat down on a chair.

"Well, I have a situation. One that I may need your assistance for." Roderick said.

"Oh really? What sort of situation?" Wilson asked, raising an eyebrow. This was an unusual request, considering that Roderick rarely requested favors from Wilson due to the nature of what he wanted from him.

"I'm sure you remember the blueprints to the glider that me and my employees have been working on?" Roderick asked.

Wilson nodded. "Yes, I recall. That prototype has taken quite some time, yet you're still waiting for approval to test its full capabilities. I know the specifications perfectly well."

Roderick glanced at the floor.

"Well, two months ago… the blueprints were stolen." Roderick stated. "It happened at 5:02 AM at night. Through the past two months I've been trying to figure out exactly who the thief was; day after day I would look through the security cameras around the cafeteria, halls, laboratories, and my office. But thanks to our new security improvements that were added today, I believe I now know who stole them."

Wilson turned his gaze towards Roderick.

"Who?" He inquired.

"WalterHardy." Roderick replied. Wilson's faces transformed from surprise to solemn.

"Walter…" Wilson breathed, shaking his head in utter disbelief. "So that traitor is still alive."

Roderick blinked. "You know him?"

Wilson nodded his head.

"Yes… he used to be an associate of mine," Wilson explained. "He was able to make the impossible possible, which made him one of my valuable assets. Until one day he betrayed me and stole one of my treasures. So I sent in one of my employees to assassinate him," Wilson added grimly. "But now I see they didn't do a good enough job…"

Silence permeated the room.

Roderick scratched the side of his head. He parted his lips to speak, as to say something but quickly shuts it when Wilson fully rolled his body to face him. Wilson slowly sat down on his giant chair and rested his elbows on the armrests. With a sigh, he let out a heavy breath. Wilson closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again.

"It is indeed unfortunate that your blueprints were stolen. But do not threat, Kingsley. I know someone who'll be the alternative solution to your problem." Wilson declared, a smirk gracing his lips. A brow arched on Roderick's face.

"Who?" He inquired, looking at Wilson curiously.

Roderick perked up at a dinging sound that emanated from the elevator behind him. Roderick looked over his shoulder, and saw a figure exiting from said elevator. The figure donned a purple costume, wore a mask over his face, and a cape encircled around his neck. His hands were encased with spiked gauntlets and his gadgets were situated around his utility belt.

"Kingsley, allow me to introduce you to my number one employee." Wilson gestured his hand towards the man approaching Roderick's side. "I can't say his name since he wishes to keep it private. For now… you can call him Prowler."

Roderick glanced up in time to see Prowler looking down at him. His eyes narrowed at him, which caused Roderick to instinctively shift back a little. After observing Roderick, Prowler redirected his gaze back to Wilson.

With a deep and unsettling voice, Prowler spoke.

"Got another job for me, sir?"

Wilson's smirk slightly widens.

Adrian Toomes traversed the room while the other men remained seated. One thug positioned himself against the wall, arms crossed and head lowered. The armored goons in their seats discreetly observed Adrian, while others casted their gaze elsewhere. A female armored thug stood behind her fellow companions, her countenance devoid of emotion, also observing Adrian.

Adrian gritted his teeth. When he and his men were assigned to capture the girl with silver eyes, they were so sure of themselves. They thought their task would be a walk in the park, taking down a few kids and taking the girl with ease. Quick before any of the feds would arrive on the scene.

That was until he encountered Spider-Man.

Though he managed to escape, he was both infuriated at Spider-Man for disrupting his plans and at himself for his failure. Adrian had spent so much money building the mechanical suits for himself and his men. Said suits were made to fight against armies and maneuver through any obstacles. Yet this Spider-Man took him, along with his men down like a lawnmower mowing down grass. It was absolutely infuriating and was very evident in his countenance.

"What do you mean the deal's off?!" Adrian shouted at the person on the other end of his call.

"Like I have already established to you Mr Toomes, your job was to capture the girl with silver eyes and bring her to us. Which you and your boys have ultimately failed to accomplish." The person on the phone chuckled. "But I'm honestly not surprised. Be grateful that you don't have to speak to my master, to account for your failure."

Adrian raised his hand up out of desperation.

"Wait!" Adrian desperately shouted. "I know I messed up, but I promise you i can—"

Adrian blinked. Realizing that the person on the phone hung up on him, Adrian angrily slammed his phone onto the table, causing everyone in the room to jump. Adrian placed his gauntlets on said table and hung his head low, letting out a frustrated groan.

"So what now boss?" One of the goons asked, electing Adrian's attention away from his phone.

"The plan doesn't change. Forget about the girl, we have one important matter to attend to," Adrian announced.

All the goons' nodded their heads.

"I want everything ready by tomorrow morning." Adrian ordered. "Because tomorrow night… we have a party to crash."

Adrian turned his gaze towards a photo pinned to a board on the other side of the room.

He scowled whilst glaring at the picture of a smug smiling Norman Osborn.

A/N: And that was chapter 10 young readers! Thought I had the Prowler himself make an appearance in this story while also showing that Vulture is still on the lose, and is already planning to infiltrate Kingsleys' wife's birthday party. Just to get Norman Osborn. Before I end this note, there's something that I wanna make clear. I am well aware that some parts in this story have some form of similarly to another story that you all are familiar with. I already know that someone has already done this before me, and sure our stories have similar vibes there's no denying that. But I have NO intention on making this a carbon copy of anyone's work! That goes against what I believe in, and as a writer who writes fan-fiction. With all of that said, I'll be taking my leave.

See you all in the next chapter!