WHO: John Constantine, Edward Nygma, and the Goblin.
Where: Office inside Osborn Enterprises.
DATE: Monday, Sept. 28th, 10 AM-1 PMish?
WARNINGS: idk will edit if needed
SUMMARY: Osborn is calling in his debts.
STATUS: closed | incomplete
I tapped the top of my desk as I waited for word from any of the men I sent out; Ox and Montana were the most reliable by this point. None of the others -- not Kraven, certainly, and not Vulture, were consistently dependable anymore. Such was the nature of this business, but it was a waste. They may as well still be dead. There were only three men I sent out on assignments like this anymore.
Nygma was reliable to an extent; if I have my eyes and ears extended around the city, I still need a mouth in order for things to remain as they should. And Constantine was, for the most part, useful. Useful in the way Urich was useful; which meant it was important to keep him in line. Sitting back in my chair, I waited for the man to be brought in.