OSBORN Norman was a bit shocked by Fisk's bluntness in his proposal. In truth, he had toyed with the prospect of extending his military services into domestic operations, but at the time, the risks and hassles outweighed the benefits. It was one thing to know that PMC operators were carrying out missions and neutralizing threats in some insignificant corner of the third world, but to have a privatized military force on American soil would turn the public against him. "It's an interesting proposition, Mr. Fisk," he said with a sigh, "but I doubt the general public will support it. As inefficient as government programs may be, as incompetent and corrupt its officials can be, people will always defer to some form of ordered authority rather than risk the uncertainty of the free market. 'Oh, but who will build the roads,' and all that. It's a disappointing aspect of human nature, but one that's nigh impossible to shake off. Even when the services you and I could provide would be vastly superior, the sad truth is that your average citizen wants to feel that his rulers are there to protect him." Osborn's eyebrow arched, a moment of inspiration upon him. "Unless......" he mused, "the threats facing the public become too severe for the government sector to handle. If the police are routed, the military and HAMMER stretched too thinly, well, they'd have to turn to the private sector for alternative methods." Osborn found his mind racing. Those projects he had commissioned from Connors and Warren and Smythe. The prototype hardware he had acquired when buying out lesser innovators like Abner Jenkins and Adrian Toomes. With the right combination of firepower and enough layers of deniability to avoid suspicion, he could create an ideal scenario. A city-- a country, perhaps-- in panic, eager to find anyone who could turn away forces that outgunned their paltry defenses. The profits would of course be unimaginable, but more importantly, the power that could be attained from such a system...... "If you'll excuse me, Mr. Fisk," Osborn said, glancing back into the room of empty-headed dilettantes, "I believe I need to check up on my son before he gets too carried away with himself. Still, I thank you for the stimulating conversation; it's given me several things to think about. I should be in touch before long with some ideas on your proposal. Until then, good luck....or should I say, good hunting."