New York City (Wilson Fisk's Office)
Wilson Fisk
Wilson Fisk relaxed in his top-floor office, staring out the window at cars and people that scurried about their everyday lives, blissfully unaware that they were only alive because people like him allowed them to be.
On any given day, someone like him, someone at the top of the societal food chain, could destroy a couple lives without any repercussions whatsoever.
Wilson waited patiently for his Henchmen to arrive.
Wilson had been a patient man almost all of his life, that was partially the reason he could take over New York City without fighting his adversaries in huge wars that could have ruined his drug foundations.
Patience and strategy made him a victor in almost every aspect of his life and now he was reaping the benefits of such a fulfilling investment of his time.
knock
knock
Wilson waved his hands "Enter!"
The door swung open as three Hydra Soldiers dragged two of Wilson's former henchmen into the room.
Wilson frowned witnessing the state of his henchmen but didn't care for the state of men as much as he did for his Armani floor carpets.
"Is everything in order?" Wilson asked nonchalantly, rising from his seat to tower over everyone inside the room.
"Yes, Great One!" The Hydra Soldiers answered simultaneously "Hail HYDRA!"
Wilson frowned in displeasure at the Hydra Soldier's fanatical attitudes since he was never someone to identify with the 'Hail Hydra!' bullshit.
Wilson sighed as he looked at his Henchmen "Ike and Rus...I am sorry to force my two most loyal henchmen out of retirement but it was a necessary disrespect since you disrespected me first..."
Ike banged his head against the ground in a kowtow "I, Ike – The First Henchman, have never once disrespected you, sir! I have completed all my orders to perfection and even when everyone else stole a dollar or two to buy ice cream that day... I was not one of them..."
"I did steal the money to buy the ice cream sir but I paid the $5 back the next day and came to personally apologize to you!" Rus added quickly, not willing to be outdone by Ike.
Though they were both friends, both men had seen Wilson crush the heads of previous Henchmen with his bare hands.
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Wilson's huge hand smacked against his office table "Why the fuck will I force you here to talk about a few ice cream cones? I liked you two because you never skimmed off the top and always completed assigned tasks to perfection ... so tell me why is this kid still alive?"
Wilson tossed a tablet with Tyrone's picture onto the floor, waiting patiently for an explanation as Ike and Rus squinted their eyes to identify the boy.
Ike was the first to remember that specific mission "I remember him... Tyrone Johnson! You gave us the instructions to kill the boy..."
Wilson was about to shake his head in disagreement but Rus finally recalled everything "NO... The boss told us to test the boy for the mutant gene and if he was positive, we were to send him to the Essex Mutant Executives at the secret facility in Norway...
However, if the boy was negative, we were supposed to kill him and dump the body in the mountains where it could never be found..."
"Then why is he still alive?" Wilson asked, walking forward and caressing Ike's and Rus's heads with his massive hands.
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