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Just then, a door opened, and a rather peculiar masked man strode into the room. He wore a tattered purple hoodie, lace up boots, purple leather gloves and an undershirt that seemed to be made up of green scales. On his head, he wore a green helmet with pointed ears and yellow lenses. Within those lenses were a pair of beady little eyes that seemed to flit around the room, taking everything in at once. His expression was permanently locked in a smile, as that was the design he wore on the bandana covering his mouth. It was a wide, toothy grin.
<span class="mu-r">“Everyone, meet my new associate: The Green Goblin.”</span> Tombstone said, finally standing up from his seat. <span class="mu-r">“He will assist you in your assault on the Vulture’s base.”</span>
You were about to laugh at his ridiculous name, when you noticed the Goblin approached you with eager intent behind those mad eyes. The satchel he wore flopped and rattled against his hip with every step.
<span class="mu-g">“Say…don’t I know you from somewhere?”</span> he asked, his modulated voice cutting through the silence.
<span class="mu-r">“Uh, I…”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“You were the one who Tombsy hired to steal a bunch of Oscorp goodies. And the following day, you pranced right through the front door of their Bio Lab and swiped an encrypted drive right out from under their noses!”</span> he said, pointing at you with a gloved hand.
A shiver ran down your spine then, and you considered whether Tombstone might have really been trying to double cross you. Was there a firing squad behind one of these walls?! Or was this Goblin guy such a badass that he could take you all on?
<span class="mu-g">“Don’t try and deny it. I know, because I’m the one who cleaned up after you left. Such a messy mercenary, you are~.”</span> he said, shaking his head as he clicked his tongue. <span class="mu-g">“Do ya wanna know what I thought when I found out about you?”</span> he asked, leaning in closer to peer into your eyes. The way he spoke made him seem deranged, and his voice had an underlying current of menace to it.
You gulped, but held your ground in the face of danger. You nearly jumped when he gripped your shoulder.
<span class="mu-g">“I thought I had found a kindred spirit! Anyone who can put a knife to Norman Osborn’s throat is a real standup guy in my opinion.”</span> he said, backing away slightly.
<span class="mu-r">“The Goblin has an intense hatred for anything Oscorp related, you see.”</span> Tombstone said, walking around his desk with an amused grin on his face. <span class="mu-r">“Sometime after our first job together, he sought me out and made me an offer. I can vouch for his skills.”</span>
A quick look around the room told you that you weren’t the only one that was bothered by this guy. He looked like someone slapped a deranged homeless man inside of military grade combat armor.
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