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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2016 15:10:41 GMT -7
MISTER NEGATIVE\MR. Li Mr. Negative mood continued to the next night. He pulled up a chair and looked out upon the city. The lights looked like an orchestra of life moving constantly. He thought to himself, maybe I should change my mind this would be a perfect place to build a large empire. He heard a noise coming up to his position so moving to a secured location was next on his agenda. " Lee, you failed me as head of security put your gun to your knee and pull the trigger. Don't care which one. So do not fail me again." He then made his way up to an area behind the intruder he puts the gun to a females head. Mr. Negative had 1911 from underneath the desk. He puts his gun to the intruders head. in mandarin< "Elektra... you have become lacking in your convictions did Kingpin send you? Seriously, you came all the way to talk, you obviously have an idea. Feel free to convince me why I should not kill you?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2016 15:49:02 GMT -7
"<First- ->" she spoke in Mandarin again before making her move. Within a flash faster than anybody could see, she was out of the gun's point of fire and within a few sounds of multiple guns clicking as they were dismantled and pulled from Mr. Negative's person with extreme finesse that she didn't even make direct contact with him. Once the dismantled hunks of metal glistened in the moonlight, she had her sais at her sides, as a countermeasure. "- - you can't," she said in English this time, dropping the politeness. before twirling her sais and sheathing them with but a whisper of metal. A sign of good faith. "Second," she pressed on, "You couldn't take Fisk on in your present state even if you wanted to. He has men in your ranks and you would never know whom. They would turn on you in a moment's notice if you even dared suspect foul play as well, so really at this juncture, you have no winning card to play. I can help fix that," she offered, sizing him up. His negative filtered body didn't give much to work with to tell whether or not he was intrigued so she figured to get it out before he made a move and she would have to dispose of the body and then likely have a small army hunting her down. In her own defense, the checkmate on the crime boss was one not worth a risk. Not when he could be more useful alive. "Fisk wants peace, to be sure, but that is where he is at his weakest. I have no love lost for the man who once sent another madman who put me in my own grave once before. To combat him with open warfare is a dangerous game. He has entire stashes of funds, weapons, even men, that can be exploited on the quiet, won over, taken out, however you need them to be. The handshake can be more deadlier with a knife in the other hand than a man with a charging sword sometimes you know," she said before cupping her lower lip with her index finger and her thumb, as if playing thoughtfully. "And then there's the other crime bosses to consider. Norman Osborn is running for President I hear these days. But who wouldn't when his victory comes assured at the end of rope with a nuclear device attached to it? True, the Hood could likely find it with his teleportation skills and the fact he controls the rest of the streets I hear, but why trust his biggest competition?" she said, playing her cards carefully, letting each card dealt fall slowly into place. Obviously the Green Goblin didn't actually have a nuclear weapon, but Negative didn't know that. Whichever Negative decided to do, she was ready, including if he tried for the approach of just trying to kill her.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2016 8:07:04 GMT -7
MISTER NEGATIVE\MR. Li Mr. Negative was not surprised by the Women's skills. He had no respect for her having no problem killing her just for laughs. She obviously underestimated him. His men were waiting outside of the room on his orders. He then began to wonder if she noticed the gun had blanks in it. He knew she was there shortly after she entered the building. He had to respond to her he never pulled out his sword but it seemed like she was tempting him. "I can't take on Fisk... really. Do you even know who I am? As for traitors they have already been dealt with... hell I can make them work for me. My Inner demons are unstoppable they have already dismantled two groups of the hand. If I recall weren't you in charge of them at one time. Check out the monitor roll footage three hours ago. " Footage comes on Mr. Negative pulls out a negative energy sword out of thin air and kills four armed assassins in less than thirty seconds. He touches one of his hired hands they seem to turn into something else and rat out two others there with him. Then he begins brutally killing two traitors by hacking them up. " Now that I have your attention. There is a box for kingpin and one for Hood. Norman knows not to try and infiltrate me. I almost had his own powered henchmen kill him. As for weapons, I do not care for such weapons only puts a bullseye on me. Oh, that is right you know... Bullseye. I tell you what... you want to work with me prove it. Starting after your next response, I'll give you three minutes to prove me wrong about you. You and me three minutes my men will stand back. So when your ready let's began."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2016 20:56:14 GMT -7
Elektra wanted to laugh. Good. She considered for a fraction of a second to allow him his relish in that. Nevertheless, she decided otherwise. Even after watching a few lesser assassins get gutted by magic, she was particularly non-pulsed. Still, she allowed ten seconds to pass, to draw it out. Theatrics were a useful tool when used correctly. Yes, she needed him to blow his top and declare war on the rest. But not yet. She made her choice. "You never had my attention. Bullseye did, once. You? I just felt you were worth more alive. Unlike the guards you had positioned at the door with their heads separated from their bodies. Or the ones in the stairwell. Or the one hung from the ceiling fan, the ones whose bodies are cooling on the concrete below, you get the picture. See, I'm not actually in your office. I never went in. I merely made you believe I did. You think I'd be that crazy to infiltrate a crime lord's office without leverage? Especially one whom even the Hand has considerable concern for? But, I'm a fair sort, since as pathetic as your attempts to control people are, you have your uses. There are documents planted in the bloodied corpses outside your door. A few names from Fisk's detail in each of the factions, including yours, the Hood's itinerary, and proof of Norman Osborn having access to a nuclear device in case you try to screw him. Not even you can survive that, I'm sure. By the time you finish, every, oh what did you call them, "Inner Demons" will be dead in ways that most of the ones present won't be regenerating, and I will be long gone."The illusion of Elektra, as if to prove her point, put her hand right through him and it vanished. Not long after that, the guns on the floor did as well. "The fact I told you all of this instead of just letting you find out for yourself shows I am serious in my intentions. It is entirely up to you now, what you decide to do with them," and with that, the illusion of Elektra vanished entirely. A pool of blood began to seep into the office underneath the door. --------------- As Elektra leaped from the rooftops deep into New York's concrete jungle, she grabbed her stomach as she made the landing with an awkward roll. She was hurt. Badly. Taking on fifty soldiers with regenerative capabilities was tough no matter what skills you have, and no matter how many means you have to negate healing factors. And even then, she knew she didn't leave enough of injuries in some of them to kill and would likely be up and running in a few days once the anti-healing poisons wore off. Her experiences with the Hand taught her that much. This would require extensive healing and rest. She was leaving a trail, so going back to Matthew's was out of the question, especially since he would be concerned with her state. She felt a lot worse than she looked, and she looked pretty bad. She knew how to squash a trail. She considered for a moment, however, of what happened above. If Negative continued to act alone, the other gangs would have his entire organization destroyed before the week was out, especially since she just set his defenses back by a noticeable margin for the next few weeks. And she couldn't have that, Negative controlled the military might of New York. He provided the weapons, the Hood provided the men, Goblin provided the political connections to block Avengers and SHIELD interference, and Fisk was the bomb needed to make them all tear each other apart. But even a man of his stature had to know that wiser tactics were available. She was counting on him to act smart, but she needed a Plan B in case he didn't. It was time to speak with the Green Goblin himself. But first, healing. She rappelled down the rooftop's side and found a manhole. In her current state there was no way to open it with force. Bomb will have to do. She pulled out a few of her explosives and placed them, blowing it up, and causing a scene. Perfect. Well, they won't last. She dropped into the sewers below. The trail would be cold by the morning.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2016 11:04:17 GMT -7
MISTER NEGATIVE\MR. Li Mr. Negative was waiting for a response from the attractive assassin. He stood there in a passive defensive stance. The fear if any was she would not cooperate and it would end like that. Very different from what he planned the minute he realized she was some kind of shadow play. She did answer his challenge in a strange but impressive way. What an impressive display. Elektra you have my partnership. The peace will begin but unfortunately not sure how long. Your ninja skills have intrigued me." He bows out of a show of respect. Both his hands are crossed in front of him as he bows not lowering his head. Mr. Negative stands there looking out the window waiting for his Innerdemons to come back in. After five minutes he walks around looking for Lee who was decapitated. He walks over picks up his head and puts it back on his body taking out a syringe he takes blood from what looked like a dead body then injects it into himself. After almost falling to a knee, he is then healed. He then places his hands on Lee. Lee starts to stir as he begins healing as if nothing happened. " Lee, you are horrible at security. My enemies can't just walk up to me like I'm the freaking ice cream man. Now...(He takes his sword and disemboweled Lee. Then he puts his hand on Lee triggering his cancer which was considered to be inactive now full blown. And he triggers convolutions in Lee.)... Lee, don't fail me again as you will now live in severe pain for now possibly days." Lee doubles over in pain trying to keep his lower intestines from falling out. Cancer causes great pain throughout his body as he has blood moving out of his mouth mixed with vomit. Mr. Negative continues healing 9 more of the innerdemons.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2016 22:00:08 GMT -7
Two Days Later...Elektra, dressed up in a simple but elegant business suit, was waiting outside Norman's office. The fact he had all of this despite being outed as one of New York's most notorious criminals, she admitted, was impressive. It was amazing what a good press agent could do to one's image. She didn't need to bother with such things, but it was neverthelesss impressive. She had been waiting there for roughly forty-five minutes. She checked her watch: half past two. Her meeting with Osborn was at two'o'clock. Sure she could have met him in a more informal way, but as she learned, everybody needed a different approach. For this one, a formal one was more required given her lack of experience with the man. She had fleeting knowledge of his life as the Green Goblin, and she was undoubtedly positive he knew of her (word travels fast in the crime circuit.) "So sorry to keep you waiting Miss Ketterman; Mister Osborn will see you now. He's just wrapping up another meeting," said his secretary. She nodded and followed her around the bend and into the office. When she entered, she saw a wide office room with plenty of space save for a desk overlooking the Hudson, and two men sitting at it. One she recognized immediately as Norman Osborn, and the other she knew even more intimately even if she wasn't already doing business with the fat man himself: Wilson Fisk. Bastard. She masked her outright fury with a smile. "Gentlemen," she said politely, knowing she just walked in on a meeting she should have known going on, especially with Fisk and his "peace talks," she should have bugged the area. No matter, stick to the plan, she thought.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2016 8:27:02 GMT -7
The sun beamed through the spotless window, illuminating the spacious office and giving the meeting room a rather cheerful, light-hearted appearance. It was quite a contrast from FIsk's own office from the night before, darkness surrounding the room as the shrouded cityscape rested in ever-patient silence beyond them. Here, Fisk and Norman Osborn sat at Osborn's desk, much like Fisk had done with his own meeting just forty-eight hours prior. Fisk leaned forward as he speak, creating a more intimate social stance considering their uneasy history together. Now was not the time for digging up old dirt. Now was the time for more positive keynotes.
"...So, Norman," a first-name basis bringing the personal touch to help further along Fisk's cause, "just to reiterate the point thus far: all of this violence is...tiring. It benefits no one in the end. Most of all this city. The time of settling disagreements with guns is archaic in this day and time. You're an intelligent, civilized man. I think you understand this more than most. We can do so much with just a handshake and a mutual agreement. I--"
The door opened and Elektra stepped in. She smiled and greeted the men. "Elektra," Fisk said, turning to her. "So glad that you could join us."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2016 10:47:31 GMT -7
Green Goblin\Norman Osborn [[Norman had a hell of a week being humiliated at the heart of the New York presentation. He just announced he was going to run for President. His time just ended as an interim senator after an unfortunate death of the Senator he despised. It was a sunny day he just finished a meeting with the Thunderbolts via Oscorp new tech PLC (premium live chat) done with virtual reality. His next meeting would be for the future of New York. Hells Kitchen would be the main topic. First to arrive was Wilson Fisk the Elektra. Mr. Negative and the Hood have yet to arrive. A server robot moves in to offer to bring drinks or food. Appetizers are set on a few surrounding tables chicken, cheese, vegetables, meatballs, nachos and other appetizers are presented. A pitcher of crystal clear water is set near Mr. Osborn. " Afternoon, Mr. Fisk and Elektra ... I mean Wilson if we are going by first names here... great to see you both under good circumstances. If you are thirsty just ask the robot. Your absolutely right about all this unnecessary violence, I would like to see a prosperous city mainly starting with Hell's Kitchen. Elektra comes inside... please take a seat there is a robot that can get you a drink if you wish just order. I mainly want to keep my tech moving through New York as a whole. I do have thugs throughout the city but right now there on the defensive because of Mr. Negative and the man who claims to run this city the Hood. My apologies . Go ahead Wilson I believe you were about to say something else did not mean to cut you off."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2016 19:35:17 GMT -7
Elektra went across the room to the mini bar and took from Osborn's whiskey tumbler, pouring herself a generous glass as she watched Fisk and Osborn hash it out. She sipped and reminisced about the situation: Yesterday, the Enforcers were caught once again by Spider-Man in an open robbery; while that was going on, Mr. Negative's weapons depot was attacked by the Hood's men. She expected this given the numbers to weapons ratio. Little did Fisk realize the Enforcers believe they are working for him, when in truth, she hired them explicitly to get caught and cause a mess of things. Especially with Osborn's campaign rally tomorrow, she realized. However their returned presence puts them in a very unique position. Normally they would indeed be working as Fisk's muscle, so if she worked this right, this would accelerate her process of having Osborn turn on Fisk. But then she had to factor in the Hood. He had the manpower that the Enforcers would not. And Negative has recently shown his willingness to go along with her plan. This plan was getting trickier by the minute. She took a sip and watched the conversation unfold. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Hood sat at his desk in his office in a warehouse on the far side of Manhattan. While he normally preferred his posh space in Tribeca, the fire across the docks forced him into hiding. Mr. Negative would be on his tail now after losing all those weapons. True he could probably spin it into pointing out the heroes that got involved were responsible, but that wouldn't excuse the fact he sent a hundred men to extract the weapons from the Chinese demon. It was rather disappointing that he couldn't acquire the weapons himself, but at least out of the hands of Mr. Negative was a net profit in his eyes. "Braum," he said to one of his enforcers. "Yes, boss?" "Look, for a guy who lumbers like a dumb brute, I have to give you credit for the idea for yesterday's heist," he said, and he was being truthful; it was a good idea. Braum patted the back of his neck. "Yeah, sorry about that boss. The damn Porcupine got involved - -" "Wait, Porcupine!? I thought you said it was Daredevil and that freakin' mutie with the wings!" exclaimed the Hood, color quickly draining from his face. The Porcupine was an ex-con himself. Probably was tipped off and wanted in on the score. Can't say he blamed him, but that meant another player. "Well, yeah, they were the bigger problem, but the damn yellow rat was first on the scene and caused a lot of damage. Whole damn thing went up like a Chinese firecracker," he said. "The irony escapes you, I'm sure..." replied the Hood. "Alright. Fine. We need a new plan. Now I'm on good terms with Osborn, and if Negative's going to make a move, getting in with him would be a wiser decision," he continued on. "Osborn? Why? I heard he was campaigning for President! Wouldn't he take a larger cut of ours to fund that? That's not going to go down well with the boys, boss," said Braum, and that was when he went a step too far, as he got a bullet right between the eyes. The Hood let the gun smoke and hang in the air for a few seconds before doing a gun twirl and holstering his weapon. "I know..." said the Hood. He walked over to Braum's fresh corpse and after plucking the bullet out, placed his hand on his chest and closed his eyes. Within seconds, Braum inhaled deeply and was brought back to life. "Wha-what the hell just happened!?" asked a very shaken Braum, who then coughed and began to struggle to his side. "I got angry and shot you in the head. And then I brought you back. Sorry about that," said the Hood, speaking more as Parker Robbins than his alter ego, but nonetheless, helped the big guy to his feet. "Unlike you, however, most of our men only have one use. If they don't like it, tough shit. We need to speak with Osborn," said the Hood, who began to pace around the front of his desk. "Well I heard he has a campaign stop right here in New York around lunch time tomorrow. We could try and send a few men there," suggested Braum, who was trying to wipe the blood off of his face non-chalantly. The Hood stopped and cupped his chin. "That's actually not a bad idea. Fine. Send a few men out to meet with his intermediaries and have them set up a meeting. We won't interrupt his speech and just talk with him after. Figure if we get funding he might leave us alone," he said. "He might not though, boss," replied Braum. The Hood paused for a few moments and then nodded. "No, he might not," he conceded.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2016 20:07:01 GMT -7
Fisk nodded and declined a drink with a light wave of his hand when Osborn's robot came by. Osborn briefly turned his attention to Elektra and Fisk watched as she made her way over to the minibar and poured herself a drink. Fisk returned his gaze to Osborn and clasped his hands in front of him. "Ah, yes, our associate Mr. Negative. I spoke with him the other night. I must say he does not hold the same views as you and I, I'm afraid. He only wants violence. To turn this city into nothing but ashes, to paraphrase what he told me right before we parted for the night. It seems that you know something of his intentions, as well. And Hood? Both of them are thorns in my side at this point. But, as I said, I'm trying to prevent violence, not cause it. While those two may not be reasoned with, I have faith in you, Norman."
He walked over to the window, mirroring his stance the night of the Negative fiasco. He turned back to Osborn. "Now, I understand that you're very busy these days. Not to forget your rally tomorrow. So I do not wish you to feel any pressure towards this meeting. We discuss what we can, and hopefully reach a mutual agreement for our benefits and I will leave you to prepare for what I am sure will be an exciting time for you tomorrow. Put simply, no matter what anyone else says, no matter what you might hear, my intention is clear: to bring peace to this city. Violence isn't the answer. That will keep us in the figurative Dark Ages. No, we must work together to achieve a new age and bring this city to its rightful place as a beacon of progress and commerce."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2016 12:22:57 GMT -7
[/p] Green Goblin\Norman Osborn Norman heard news of one of Mr. Negatives shipments being taken. He looked amazed that Kingpin did not seem to know of Negatives truce at the moment he sat in the waiting room nearby waiting to come in as for The Hood still a no show. "So we are where we started. See I know many things that go on in the city. As much as I want to kill Mr. Negative this needs to work. He approached me a few hours ago and said he will go on with the truce for now. My question is... there is still the Russians, Italians, Triad, and the yakuza to deal with. The Irish are working for me for now. Negative controls the Triad and if I'm correct you control the Italians and the Yakuza maybe. The Russians run with the Hood and Hammerhead is in the process of taken away your Italian connections. I will wait for answers."
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MISTER NEGATIVE\MR. Li Mr. Negative walks in with a sadistic evil smile. He moves very quickly and sits down. He smiles over at Electra and nods with approval. He crosses his hands as a almost glittery gesture. " How Negative of you to do this without me. Don't look so happy to see me. Now that I am here let's talk. I want control of all surrounding areas of Chinatown that includes Little Italy, Tribeca, Soho. You can fight over the upper and East side. Also, I will allow shipments through my area with a flat tax of ten percent. So do we have a deal the war is now over? I would like my weapons back as a token of good faith there is still room to talk."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2016 17:10:02 GMT -7
Elektra took another sip of her whiskey and raised her eyebrow's at Negative's comments. "I do hope you realize, Mr. Negative, that getting your weapons back are easier said, than done. A group of New York's masked vigilantes were seen at the docks along with several police officers in a skirmish. Most of your weapon stock went up in flames along with the buildings, and the few they did manage to recover are currently being held in lockup. Getting what little they were able to salvage back would cause quite the stir," she said, speaking for the first time this whole meeting. "What? I did a cursory scan of the fallout," she said as she felt eyes from all sides around her. A moment passed along with what appeared to be an attempt at rebuttal before the main office phone went off, allowing Elektra to slink back into her cat like poise. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Hood tapped his fingers nervously on his desk. It cost him a few men to get access to Osborn's private office number on a clean NSA-free line, this had better not be a waste, he thought. The receiver clicked. "Mr. Osborn! It's Parker Robbins; So glad you could take my call, I know you must be quite the busy man, just wanted to touch base with what has been going on these past few days. Super tights running amok, government collateral, the gun smuggling fiasco, terrible, terrible thing," he said, being as diplomatic as one is when you speak to a fellow caretaker and rival.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2016 7:54:30 GMT -7
Fisk turned away from the window and took a few steps toward Osborn when he brought up his own meeting with Mr. Negative. Fisk's own talk with the man had not gone as positively as he had desired, though Negative still seemed to be going along with him, though begrudgingly. Osborn, on the other hand, had been much more diplomatic in this process. While he and Fisk had held a shaky truce and strain in their relationship as of late, Fisk could always count on him to be a logical man. Think things through instead of running on instinct and acting on impulse. However, he was unable to respond for none other than Mr. Negative himself burst into the room. He was already going on about his power trip, making demands. He sat down in a chair without invitation. Fisk found this most undignified.
To his mild surprise, Elektra was the one to speak up first. Fisk watched her. She did not say much, but he respected her enough that when she did decide to say something, it was usually wise to listen. She informed Mr. Negative of what had happened to the weapons he was craving and Fisk's eyes were the only sign of a smile. This vanished almost as quickly as it had appeared when Osborn's main line began to ring. Fisk glanced at the desk. Osborn answered. Fisk looked at Mr. Negative now. "A pity. What is your plan now?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2016 7:49:45 GMT -7
Mr. Negative was in shock that all his stuff was gone this angered him. He smirked and was about to speak. He then was interrupted by Fisk. "Hummm... what is my plan you ask? I say we join forces and take out the heroes starting with Spiderman and his annoying friends. We will need bait. Does he still run with the black cat women, Fisk? Does she still work for you? We will strike fear and turn the people against them. No public support... yes, get that crazy man at the Daily Bugle to write up some bad articles on Spiderman and the heroes. Then we can have this peace while the heroes themselves become the bad guys." Mr. Negative looked over towards Norman with a snear on his face. "How is that for being Civil? So where is the Hood? Guess he is afraid to show up here."---------------------------------------------------- Green Goblin\Norman Osborn Norman looks at Mr. Negative clinches his fist then releases it realizing. He has to keep his cool. " How dare you enter my establishment as a complete uncivilized baboon. Sit down and be civil or you will be asked to leave. Mr. Negative we are here to work together in the common interest of the city, we can divide the city in negotiations later. Now say what we originally talked about drop the rude attitude we are all adults here. Excuse me a second I have a call."Mr. Negative started speaking again when Norman picks up the phone. # "Hello Mr. Robbins, I appreciate your understanding. Well actually let me put you on Speaker phone... hahaha."# Norman laughed as he put the speaker phone on as Mr. Negative was speaking. Knowing Negative did not know was the best part.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2016 11:52:34 GMT -7
The Hood's voice came from over the speaker quite audibly and quite abruptly. Elektra saw that Osborn had switched the call over to speaker, but the others didn't, and it was quite startling to hear. For the others at least. "One more word out of that photo-shopped filtered head of yours, Mr. Li, and you will be gutted and your head mounted on a wall in a Montana's Steakhouse next to the fake five point buck they always keep faster than any of your hired help could save you," said the Hood's voice, which even over the phone sounded oddly demonic. Elektra was sure the only other person who noticed was Mr. Negative himself. Now she saw why the two were rivals: The cloak Mr. Robbins wore was clearly used for more than just teleportation. The line paused for a moment and a sigh was heard. "I apologize, Mr. Osborn. I did not realize you were in a meeting already. I would pop over, but somehow I have a feeling even your insurance premiums would not cover the collateral. Perhaps we can set up a more private meeting? I happen to have some business not too far from your campaign rally site tomorrow and we could meet some time after," he said, awaiting a response. Elektra glanced over at Fisk. He looked nonplussed at the threats of violence between the two crime lords. Probably because he was no stranger to violence himself, and didn't look particularly amused by Mr. Negative's arrival or demands. Osborn was cackling behind his teeth in amusement. Typical for a Goblin, even without the garish mask. She took another sip, draining her glass. So far, so good.
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