Mr. Fink wasn't a fool - he knew that Norman Osborn was, well, volatile to say the least. Even so, the benefits HAMMER (and, via negotiations, AIM) had brought them well outweighed the negatives. Osborn, just by himself, had revolutionized their Happy
Gas and means of dispersing it, not to mention certain other tweaks to their formulas. Who knew the former Green Goblin remembered so much of his former life as a chemist? Of course, the man acting as Fink's business partner wasn't his major concern - the
people who were about to smash into his nice building were.
"These SHIELD people have to know by now that you've done something to Potts and Hand. What exactly did you have in mind when they rush this place or, worse yet, send in a battering ram like that Ms. Marvel woman?"
Osborn just chuckled.
"I know SHIELD - they'll send in some ground troops to "secure" the building and someone to smash their way inside but they're all just distractions. The real issue will be The Black Widow skulking about and getting into all the nooks and crannies."
Fink nodded.
"Luckily, Mr. Fink, we've got it all under control, thanks to our secret weapons. I assume you've got them prepared?"
"Yes, it's a good thing too. I had thought you were being too risky by bringing them in so soon but all those false leads worked beautifully. Neither The Avengers, Thunderbolts or X-Men can seem to find them. I'd ask how but I'm not sure I want to know."
Osborn chuckled.
"Of course they did. Those women don't exist anymore. They're all ours now."
With a press of a button, the sleeping superbimbos awoke from a cryogenically induced slumber, their huge tits heaving as they yawned and giggled.
The former Emma Frost, She-Hulk, Titania, Rogue and Songbird all giggled, awaiting orders from their Masters.
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