Who: a shady nefarious evil doer. What: game-wide plot, unleash the beast. Ratings/Warning: it's not easy being green.
People were creatures of habit. Every day they woke up or went to sleep. They ate, usually, they went to work, usually. And took the same routes, because all of those roads led to home. It was easy to track them. It was easy to pinpoint where those routes led to. Easy to learn their routines. To plot which directions they took on a map, to take a picture, to follow from a distance.
Some were more varied than others. Some were more public or more known. Their schedules changed with more frequency. They weren't as predictable, or they had higher security or more durability. They were in the company of others. Collateral damage is what these bystanders were labeled as. They weren't targets, but if they were hit or killed in the process? Well, that wouldn't be cause for concern.
The weapons were what was important. Perfecting them. Fine tuning. Learning from each individual target, in order to make them better and more effective than before. To rid the world of superheroes and enhanced freaks. To reshape things in their own image. To maintain the status quo and keep the balance of power in their favor.
They watched. They waited. And when Bruce Banner stepped out for yet another walk on a chilly Spring day in New York City, things were set in motion beyond his knowledge or control.
A man in plain clothes stood on the top of a far building, setting down his binoculars. He picked up a rocket launcher and steadied it on his shoulder. Loaded inside was a modified missile of the same sort used to take down Iron Man last month. It had been adjusted. It was finely tuned. Everything had a purpose, and this was the greatest test subject of all.
There would be collateral damage. It was still a necessity. All for the greater good.