Neil Donovan is (incharge) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-04-01 16:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | door: marvel comics, norman osborn |
Who: Norman Osborn
What: Doing Crane's dirty work.
Where: Midtown High, Marvel door.
When: Early this morning.
Warnings/Rating: None?
Jonathan C.'s package was retrieved at 5am sharp.
Norman liked punctuality, and he was pleased that the other man had kept his word. Tardiness was unnecessary and, frankly, suggested a lack of passion that would have turned him right off to this little scheme. He was confident that it would never be traced back to him; should Jonathan C. betray him, he would simply return the favor, but he doubted the man would be foolish enough to try crossing him. They both benefited from this; Jonathan got to test out his drug, and Norman finally had a way to extract his revenge on that ragtag group of teenagers his son insisted upon spending his time with. Harry, of course, would be given the antidote; it would be mixed in with his breakfast that morning, and the boy would be none the wiser. Of course, Norman knew better than to immunize his own son and no one else; therefore, a select number of other students would also receive the antidote through various food items and beverages; he didn't care who, frankly, and so it was entirely random. Those who had a particular hunger or thirst before class would be lucky enough to avoid what was about to befall the high school.
Once the package was in his possession, Norman let himself into Midtown High; this early, the halls were empty and quiet, and no one stirred within its walls save for himself. The package was complete in that everything was in order, which meant that all he had to do was infiltrate the school's heating/cooling system pumped the aerosol drug throughout the vents in order to ensure widespread infection.
As the head of Oscorp, Norman Osborn knew how to get in and out of a building unnoticed. A high school was a walk in the park, really, and by the time he was finished, he'd ensured that no trace of himself had been left behind. The school's pitiful excuse for security had been taken care of in advance, and if the source of the drug was ever discovered, there would be nothing tying it to Norman; it was nothing like what Oscorp developed, both on and off the books.
With his task complete, Norman slipped out of the building and set off for home to change before going to work, whistling to himself all the while. Those little brats had no idea what the school day had in store for them.