"Have ya come up with a plan, yet?" Montana asked as he leaned against the doorframe. His forced accent never left but his voice carried a worrisome tone. That pretty much described how bad the situation was. Schultz shook his head tiredly. They have been given a job. Kill Spider-man. When Schultz promised he could do it, he believed every word he said. He was desperate and still a bit high on his newfound powers. Now though, after looking through the details of their previous fight he realized that things were far, very far from easy. The last time he had two major advantages. The shockwave gauntlets, being an unknown quantity, caught Spider-man off guard and they were locked in a closed space. Next time, however, only the second advantage would be usable and even that was highly improbable. He needed to come up with a plan, involving his gauntlets, which would give him the upper hand, again. And fast because he had been given a deadline. He had gotten the command on Tuesday afternoon and had to do it by Thursday morning. A very narrow time period, in his opinion.
So he stayed up all night, trying to find a way to choose and prepare a scene where he could get the target's attention to lure him there, devise an attack strategy, overpower him, and cover any escape routes so he wouldn't run away. So far, he had a few ideas which were passable but nothing certain yet and it was already... what? He glanced at his watch, his vision a bit blurry from lack of sleep, and gasped. 7 a.m. Wednesday. He needed to work faster. He needed to think faster. He needed coffee.
He stood up, walked by Montana, who by some miracle remained silent, and went to the coffee machine that made a truly terrible product but it served his mood perfectly right now. He made one, poured it into his mug without any sugar or milk and took a big gulp from it. It was, as one would expect, hot as hell and burned his tongue which infuriated him so much that he threw the half-empty jug at the wall where it shattered, leaving a big shapeless coffee stain on it. Schultz shouted in frustration and then threw another jug at the wall, this one empty. He would have kept throwing them if Montana didn't stop his arm mid-air.
"This ain't gettin' us any closer to the solution!" He shouted. They stared at each other furiously for a few seconds, then Schultz freed himself from his grip.
"Easy for you, shithead! It's not your ass on the line." He said while walking towards the only couch in their hideout.
"You're so fuckin' selfish, ain't ya?" Montana said to his back which made him stop on his track and turn around. "You think if you fuck this up, it only gonna be you who's swimmin' with concrete shoes? Lemme clear your mind, then. You ain't!" He finished and then scowled angrily at Schultz who just stood there, feeling dumb. He's right. I am selfish. Shit, Montana is right. Things are worse than I thought. He mused and it made him smile a bit. Then he nodded to his fellow Enforcer.
"Thanks for clearing up my head."
"Don't mention it." Montana replied before sitting on the couch himself. "Relax! We'll nail this freak tonight." He probably wanted to say something else but the front door suddenly opened revealing Flint Marko.
After yesterday's excitement, Flint went to the hospital to get a neck fix and to check on O'Hirn who was still recovering from their last meeting with Spider-man. His doctor said that he would be out in a few days but it meant there were only going to be three Enforcers for this job. Schultz thought about asking Flint to stay out of it too, considering his neck injury, but they already were in a disadvantage. Besides, he probably would have refused it anyway. He couldn't afford to fail, either. The fact that he showed up this early only proved that further. He was carrying a large paper bag with him.
"Did you get it?" Asked Montana as soon as he saw him enter. Flint just nodded that made Montana grin. What are they talking about? It was quickly discovered as the paper bag was emptied on the table, revealing a yellow-red leather biker suit, a fitting leather mask and a bottle of something.
