"Yes, sir."
"I'll be going now."
"Wait, Harrison, how's Harry?"
Your son is not showing any signs. Of the condition, but that also means when he starts it will be worse than what you will go through. in the beginning stages, sir."
"The Osborn curse"
"You've seen the records, Harrison. How long do you think he will have before his time is up?"
"Sir, from what I've seen, he won't make it past 30, and if he does, he will die shortly later."
I see, and when the vile is ready, how far can you get the success rate before Harry dies?
"Harry is 22 right now, so I can probably get it to 10 percent; I'f no major problems."
"I see, well, all we can do is wait now; you can now proceed to what you were doing. Harrison"
"Alright, I'll go now, sir Osborn."
"Wait, Harrison, before you go, how has Harry been lately?"
"Ahh, that question. I've been waiting. He is fine and healthy for now, but you may have spoiled him too much as a kid and became quite arrogant."
"I see, well, being a little arrogant doesn't hurt, right, Harrison."
"Depends on what context, sir."
"Nothing, just leave it, that's all."
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"Good morning, New York, John Jonah Jameson here with you this morning, and welcome to the JJJ podcast to any new viewers!!!"
Lately, the so-called superheroes have been getting in the way of law enforcement as well; their presence has brought many who call themselves villains
"Now the savages, who ironically call them, self the savagables. They have been going around ruining private and major corporate businesses."
"Enough of that for now," I say, turning off the JJJ podcast
As I stand up, I turn around and walk to the windows, which in return reflect my image.
"Not bad, I really made this suit come alive," I say while rubbing my chin and checking how it looks.
Starting with the mask, it has big white eyes and lenses outlined by black with black lines. Going through out my whole suit making intricate web designs, the mask bottom half is red, but moving up it slowly fades into white around the eyes of the mask.
The rest of the suit is red with a giant white spider logo on the chest; the arms are shades of white and red, then going to the forearm, light blue. Colors start to mingle with added padding so I can add more force to my punches and for useing my arms to guard.
Above the suit is an armor-padded white and gray hooded coat for extra protection against bullets.
Moving on I have on some high-grade gray military cargo pants. With a pair of pure white shoes with red laces.
Personally, I'm happy with my suit outcome for a first-timer. "Who knows, down along the line, I'll have to switch to another suit one day. Hmm, maybe I'll make it black this time?
I guess I should give the suit a swing as I move closer to the glass. I turn and start running to the edge.
"Swoosh" "Fwip"
"Hahaha, this never gets old."
As I swing across Queens, I can feel the wind pushing against me, the air in the sky filling my lungs.
"Fwip"
"Freeeeeedoooommmmm," I yell, swinging which attracts. More attention from people while I swing down the streets.
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"Mommy, look, swing man," said a little 6-year-old girl.
The mom distracted and asked, "What swing man, dear?"
"Up, mommy." As the mom turns her head to see what her daughter is pointing at, she sees a man swinging through the streets at that moment.
""BOOM!!!"" a giant explosion goes off with a few other smaller ones.
"ahhh"
"H, help me!"
"Please somebody help," said a yells a lady, crying with her legs stuck under wreckage.
"My daughter, where's my daughter?" yelled the woman who was with her daughter a few moments ago.
"Mommy, help," said a girl with a faint voice trapped under a bunch of debris.
" OMG!! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP!" The mother cried out as she tried to lift the metal pillars and stone.
"BABY, YELL WHERE YOU ARE PLEASE," yells the mother as she tries to push off anything she can, cutting her arm on a nail.
"Ahh, Dammit It."
"M m mommy," said a girl with a weak voice.
As the mother looks around, she sees a small blood puddle starting to form.
"O god."she said with a face of panic
As she runs over and looks through the wreckage, she sees her daughter bleeding from her head, trying to crawl but can't.
"O God, O God, Baby, don't move, please. Mommy will get it out. Just try to keep your eyes open for Mommy. She cries, trying to see by wiping her tears.
"Okay, mo mmm y," said the little girl in broken words.
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"Sir, we blew up the bank and added some smaller explosions on the adjacent buildings to stall for time."
"Good, what about heroes or anyone trying to stop us?"
"No sir."
"Good kill anyone who dares to interfere, understood."
"Alright, I'll do as you say, sir."
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"Fwip"
"Hmm, nothing seems to be going on today. Well, I guess that's good."
""BOOM""
"What the fuck? I guess it was too soon to speak."
As I swing around thw corner, I see the bank just down the street was the one blown up.
What the hell? As I look around, I can see smoke coming from 4 other locations.
"Dammit, today is going to be a long day, but finally I can see what I can do while in action."
As I swing to the nearest location near me, I hear people calling out, and the first voice I picked up was that of a mother and her little girl.