A New Partner

by General Slaughter

"It's almost done!" Osborn said aloud through his protective visor. He stopped his blowtorch, pulled up his visor and marveled at his almost complete Armor-Platted Battle Van. It was a fortress on wheels. It was built like a tank, complete with cannons but the average speed was 90 miles per hour. It could moniter almost all places of the city with the high tech monitering system. But there was one thing missing. He needed something to fill the empty space where the windows were. And he knew what it was. His underworld compainions had informed him of a new kind of "Jet age plastic" that was going in for testing in Ohio. It was going through New York today.

"Enough with this." Osborn said. "I have to catch a armored car." With that Osborn pulled on his Goblin mask and began loading his satchel up with pumpkin bombs. "With that battle van, Spider-Man with be dirt under my feet!" A roar of the engines cut through the air and Osborn headed out for Manhatten.

Sean Cooper drove through Manhatten a little under the speed limit. He had heard New Yorkers were reckless drivers and didn't want to be going a speed which would totally kill him and his partner.

"So what's the deal with plastic shit?" Mike Wicker asked. He had been Cooper's friend ever since they were assigned to deliver their cargo to Ohio. They both had alot in common. They were both divorced, they were both around 40 and both felt they had to cuss alot.

"How the hell should I know? I don't really ask questions. Some of their answers scare the crap outta me."

"Ya know what I heard Sean? I heard this will be the new shit that goes on police cars! No bullets will even scratch this stuff."

"Well, I wonder why they put it in a fuckin' armored car?! Who'd want--" Cooper stopped talking when he saw a monster explosion right in front of them.

"Holy shit! What the hell is that!?" Cooper screamed as the car lost control and fell into the small hole Osborn's pumpkin bombs made. Cooper and Wicker hopped out of the car and fled the scene as quick as they could, when the saw the figure of Osborn flying straight for them and blow off the back door.

"It's here. All the renforced jet aged thing I'll need!" Osborn said as he walked through the back part and admired it's contents. His joy was interupted when an all to fimilar enemy shot a web line on his back and pulled him to the ground.

"Okay pal, come out with your hands up." Spidey shouted at the figure which he couldn't see all to clearly. As Osborn stepped out of the shadows Spidey's eyes widened. "You! Green Goblin I thought you were dead!" He said, thinking back to when the warehouse collapsed on him.

"Osborn chuckled and said "I'm not. But your going to be!" as he threw a pumpkin bomb at the colorful hero. Spidey jumped away as the bomb exploded and Osborn jumped on his glider with as much plastic as he could take. Flying off, he didn't want anyone else to get their hands on the power that was rightfully his so he emptied his whole satchel of pumpkin bombs on the van, elminating it and it's contents leaving a very confused Spidey to clean up the mess.

A little while later Osborn reached his hideout by the docks. He had an extremely important meeting with Lucky Lobo and had to dump his special plastic here.

"No time to put this into my van. I'll find the time after I control Lobo's gang!" Osborn thought to himself as he flew off to meet the gang leader.

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The next day Osborn stood alone listening to the police report on his radio.

"--In one of the biggest hauls of the year, the police have arrested the entire Lucky Lobo gang! Acting on an anoynmous tip, they--" the annoucer's report wasn't finished due to Osborn turning it off with an anger burning in his eyes.

"The entire gang??!! Then it was all a waste!! I was too successful! If the whole gang is in jail, I've nothing to take over! I'm no better off than I was!" Osborn screamed with frustation in his voice. He was silent for a few minutes, then rage over came him once more. "That accursed Spider-Man!" Osborn shouted smashing the radio in his hands. "He always screws up my plans! First with the Enforcers, then with Dr. Octopus and now with Lobo!" Osborn began wrecking his hideout, leaving no items entact. "My world is crumbling before me! It's not fair! I swear I'll kill you Spider-Man!" he screamed turning over chairs and breaking various furniture. Moving over to a bulliten board cluttered with newpaper clippings of Spidey, Osborn drove a razor bat into one of them.

"I loathe you Spider-Man! You are nothing! Less than nothing! Yet you always get in the way of my superiority!" He screamed right before the door was kicked down. Two men entered dressed as typical gangsters before a man in a sinister looking mask walked in.

"Greetings Green Goblin. I am the Crime Master. And these are my assistants.....errrrr...their names escape for the moment. Charmed I'm sure."

Insecurity over took Osborn and blankly stared at the masked stranger for a little while before saying "Never heard of you."

"That's understandable." Crime Master said as he pulled off his mask revealing the face of Nick Lewis. One of the most powerful crime lords in New York.

"Nick Lewis?! What are you playing dress up for?"

"You should talk Goblin. I've come to propose a partnership. With your super powers and me knowing the inner workings of the underworld, New York will be at our mercy!"

"Gee...that's too bad. I'm through allying myself with others. I've met with nothing but failure."

"Goblin, you don't understand. You saw my face. Not even these two bozos have seen it. And this is what happens to those people who just walk off from my offers." Crime Master said pulling out a hand gun and proceeded to shoot both of the other men in the head, protecting his secret.

"Well when you put it that way, how can I say no?!"

"Knew you'd see it my way Goblin! Now come with me. We have bussiness to discuss."

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Crime Master's home base was nothing too exciting. It was a closed, worn down diner that may have been popular back in the forties.

"This is it?" Osborn asked in disbelief. "This is your big bad hideout?!"

"No. This is just one of many that I have and it was the closest one from your's. Now enough questions. We need to talk. As you may know, my alter ego was one of the most powerful kingpins in New York."

"What do you mean was?"

"Just what I said. I crawled my way up in the rackets to become the crimelord of the underworld. And I could have done it too! The Big Man was Fredrick Foswell...and if a pussy like him could control a crime wave, so could I. But that all changed when costumed idiots like Dr. Octopus, Electro, Chameleon and you appeared!"

"I see your point Nicky boy but don't blame me for your downfall." Osborn said as he hung upside down on his glider. He uprighted himself crotched down to be eye level with Crime Master.

"You have power Goblin. Power that most men can only pray for. I have enemies. Many enemies. And with you I won't have as many."

"I see your point Nicky boy." Osborn said again. "But what do I get if I get rid of them?"

"Why Green Goblin, you'll be partners with me the whole time! What could be better?" And so began an important (yet short) allaince in Osborn's life. That was just screaming to end in failure. The End

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