Room 503, Sunday night
After seeing Miles off and letting him know that he can call if he ever needs something (and reminding him once again about power and responsibility), Jessica went back to her room and started doing some online research. Sure enough, Dr Conrad Marcus was on staff at Roxxon. In a way, it was refreshing to know that she wasn't insane. Reed Richards' doomsday plot delayed their plans a bit, and the assassin thing was a slight diversion, but they were still mainly in the business of creating monsters.
Unfortunately for them, Jessica was one of the best monsters they ever slapped together. She was going to need proof of all of this illegal crap, though. Hard proof. Not just that Marcus worked for them, but that he made a Venom for them. That they were in the business of destroying lives for profit. And she couldn't just pop back to New York constantly to do the work because President Cap wanted her here in Fandom.
She was going to have to be clever about this. And so she started looking up private investigators.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post. What she's researching is NFB, please.]
Unfortunately for them, Jessica was one of the best monsters they ever slapped together. She was going to need proof of all of this illegal crap, though. Hard proof. Not just that Marcus worked for them, but that he made a Venom for them. That they were in the business of destroying lives for profit. And she couldn't just pop back to New York constantly to do the work because President Cap wanted her here in Fandom.
She was going to have to be clever about this. And so she started looking up private investigators.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post. What she's researching is NFB, please.]