How pathetic. The man looked like a half stepped on insect struggling across the concrete for life. Surely one little blast hadn't hurt that much? The fellow was a wimp, plain and simple. Still a threat to the operation was still a threat and his job was to deal with threats. Even the smallest of one. Why it had dragged on so long was probably due to pure idleness on Electro’s part. But the time had come to finish this silly game. It was about time he put old yeller down for good.
Electro wasn't precisely sure where the buffoon was headed, but he had a pretty good hunch. If he were in the situation he’d probably look for one of Stark’s toys to fight back and that would interfere far too much with the job at hand. Something Max just couldn't have. So Electro zapped himself into the nearest outlet and traveled along the deadline and into the R&D room where he promptly leaned against the wall. He could hear the guard now. Heaving along for the outside door. Oh boy what a surprise he was in for.