Schultz was the last one to arrive to their meeting place. It was early morning, so traffic was a real bitch. As he opened the door, he heard Montana talking about something he couldn't make out. So, he was finally released from prison, thought Schultz a little disappointedly. As Montana got a glimpse of him, he gave him his trade mark shit-eating smile. Schultz almost sent him away but decided against it. We need the whole team of Enforcers for this one. He regretted his decision at once as Montana spoke up.
"Howdy there partner! How's the shoulder?" He said with a smirk that it made it really, really hard not to punch him in the face. Just the reminder of his bandaged shoulder made it itch again. He still had no idea what the knife was coated in, and he didn't dare ask its owner.
"Good enough to rip your jaw out if you don't shut up." While he couldn't hurt him, threatening was the next best thing." Now sit down and listen up because we got an assignment!" He said while glancing at O'Hirn and Flint who were watching their earlier exchange in amused silence.
"Do we have a lead on that Spider-fellow? Because I really wanna smack for last time!" Said Montana who only understood the sit down part.
"No, but it's related. While you were in prison for your big mouth, an idiot in a bird costume attacked the Oscorp Tower and got beaten up by the "spider-fellow". But unlike us, he had managed to escape. Since, he has spent the last week robbing shipments from our higher-ups." Schultz started to explain " The original plan was to let the police or Spider-Man deal with him, but things changed when last night he managed to get his hands on an important stolen jewel of the Chinese Triad. So, our job is to find him, get the jewel, and preferably the stolen money back and discourage him from future actions."
"I like the last part!" Said an excited O'Hirn. " But do we have any leads on where he might be. I'm in no fucking mood to run around the city the whole night."
"His name is Adrian Toomes, according to Oscorp. The police already checked his apartment but it was empty. Since then, they have come up with a list of potential hiding places. We have to check these out." Schultz replied as he handed them the list.
"Won't the police interfere?" Asked the usually quiet Flint. Schultz understood his concern. Flint didn't like hurting policemen and preferred to avoid crossing path with them altogether. Luckily, it wasn't a concern this time.
"I've been told that they have been ordered from above to cease investigation until we're finished."
"What about Captain Stacy?" asked Flint who still wasn't really convinced. It was a good concern.
"The captain is really busy, at the moment. Frank's body has just been found." Frank was also an employee of their Boss and handled receiving illegal shipments from abroad and delivering them safely. Until, of course, he messed up one too many times. "The Boss thought that he would serve as the perfect decoy to shift the captain's attention from us. He won't bother us." Said Schultz with fake certainty and hoped that he was right.
"When do we start?" asked Montana who looked just as excited as O'Hirn.
"Be ready in a few hours. By tonight, I want to know where the hell he is!"
Where the hell are you? Thought F/N as he was sitting in his biology class. He was staring at his Osberry looking for places Adrian Toomes, AKA the Vulture, could hide in. And failing miserably. He has been trying to find him for a week now with no clear success. He was even at his house after the police searched for it but couldn't find any clue. To make it even worse the guy has been seen multiple times around the docks robbing shipments that were possibly illegal. F/N was at the docks yesterday and the day before that but not only he didn't find the guy, he didn't even see any shifty-looing people expecting something out of the legal system. It was infuriating because it required thinking, something F/N hadn't really failed at before. So, he decided to spend the whole day thinking about it over and over again until he came up with something.
