Greenest Night Part 3
Who: Norman, Wilson, lots of random scrubs When: June 16th, late night Where: Various places around NYC What: The birth of a monster Rating: R for lots and lots of bodies
OOC: Last installment, it took a while but I think it came out pretty well :)
The Hammer Tech offsite testing facility was quiet this late at night. The bigwigs had left, leaving a handful of interns, janitors and security guards to roam the empty halls.
Outside a low humming could be heard in the night sky, causing one of the patrolling guards to look up from his path just in time to be impaled on the spiked front of a wide, flat flying device with a green-armored figure balancing on it. A maniacal laugh echoed across the grounds as the figure dropped from the glider, leaving it to slam into the building and pin the guard’s body to the wall next to the front door. The guard’s partner was grabbed by the throat and thrown bodily into the concrete wall, falling to the ground with a sickening crunch. The steel door burst inward to a mighty kick and Norman Osborn strode into the facility, covered head to toe in the armored flight suit that had been designed for the Tactical Combat Glider. Neither one had been combat tested yet, but this seemed as good a time as any.
Just inside the door another guard had been coming to investigate when the he had been knocked senseless. “Hang onto this for me, will ya sport?” Norman handed him a grenade and walked past, stopping to look at the facility’s directory map as an explosion rocked the entryway behind him. “Ah, here we go.” The main lab was that way. Down the hall and around a turn were two more security guards rushing to the entrance to see what was going on. Their bullets pinged off Norman’s armor as he sent them crashing into the walls, delivering a skull-crushing kick to one of them as he walked past. “Note to self-sign up for karate or something. I’m too refined to fight like a common thug.”
The door to the research lab was no more barrier to him than the front door had been, and a janitor sweeping the room was met with a punch that cracked ribs and sent him gasping to the floor. There it was-Hammer’s sad attempt to recreate Stark’s Iron Man armor, and the product that had one them the defense contract over Norman. The government was willing to accept even a pathetic imitation over the nothing that Stark was giving them. “Not for long!” Norman cackled as he threw a pair of grenades at the prototype, reducing it to a charred husk before turning to find the computer system. Justin Hammer liked to brag that his plans were thief-proof because his testing facility wasn’t wired to anything else. Of course that also meant they had no way to back up their data, and Norman would make them pay for that. His canned hacking program took only a few moments to break their system and wipe it, leaving Hammer Tech with no prototype and no schematics to recreate it.
He was turning to leave when a rattling noise caught his attention. Ripping the door off a supply closet he dragged out a squirming figure by the throat, pinning him to the wall. Norman paused there, looking the young man over. He couldn’t be older than twenty. No older than…
“What’s your name kid?”
“J-Jason,” the intern managed to choke out.
“Today is your lucky day Jason. Go buy a lottery ticket or something.” Norman dropped him to the ground in a heap and strode from the room, armored boots thundering off the floor. Well, this had been a productive night. He had dealt with the General, now he had dealt with Hammer. That only left one more loose end…
“Freeze!” A squad of guards blocked his exit from the building, taking up positions along the walls and leveling automatic weapons at him. Maybe Hammer’s security wasn’t as incompetent as he had thought.
“Sorry guys, I think I got separated from my tour group.”
“On your knees! Put your hands behind your head!”
“Alright, alright. Take it easy.” Norman did as they instructed, using it as cover to press a series of buttons on his wrist. Outside his glider hummer back to life, pulling itself free from the wall. As the rear guards turned to investigate the glider launched a pair of smoke grenades, filling the corridor with thick billowing smoke. With the armor’s thermal sight it was over in a matter of moments. The last of the guards fired his rifle wildly as Norman snapped his neck and dropped him to the ground. Whistling merrily he hopped back on his glider and zipped off into the night.
Wilson stood on the roof of Osborn Industries, waiting for his boss to return. He didn’t know what Norman was up to and he was pretty sure he didn’t want to. Only a faint humming warned him of Norman’s return, and then he was plucked from the rooftop with a yelp.
“Wilson! Didja miss me? Come on, I’ve got something to show you.” Norman pushed the glider to top speed, zooming across the city. “I’ve been working late tonight.” He came to a hover a hundred yards above street level, where emergency vehicles were clustered around the flaming wreckage of a limo. “That’ll teach the General to turn down Norman Osborn huh?”
“Wha…what?” Wilson stared at him.
“Oh, don’t be such a pansy Wilson. It’s just a little assassination and corporate sabotage. If anything you should thank me for cleaning up your mess.” He turned the glider and took off across the city again.
“Are you going to k-k-kill me too?”
“Of course not Wilson, don’t be silly.” Norman’s assistant relaxed visibly, trying to catch his breath. “The fall’s going to do that.” Wilson didn’t even have time to scream before he was dropped from the glider, plummeting to the dark river below. Diabolical laughter was drowned out by the sounds of the city night as Norman flew back towards his home.