IC Max Dillon: Electro
Season II - Part Seventeen
The last time Max Dillon had been in the Triskelion, he found himself in the very same cell he now occupied. He had been forced to wear a collar that would painfully stabilize his gentic sequences each time he tried to use his illegal powers; the very same collar he now wore.
The last time Max Dillon had been in the Triskelion, he found that he had four very stange individuals sharing his cell-block. They were all people with similar gifts - Kraven, Flint Marko, Otto Octavius and Norman Osborn. Together, they escaped, and confronted SHEILD's finest on the lawn of the White House. They had come so close...
Suffice to say, Max Dillon hated the Triskelion, and was looking for a way out. As chance would have it, he was being offered one right now.
"Hmm... maybe I should explain this a little better. I mean leave this cell for good." The strange outside Max's cell produced a small device.
"All you have to do is say yes and agree to work for me. Agree and I'll push this button. Then you will have your freedom"
Max stared at the stranger with a cocked eyebrow. Here was this man, shrouded in darkness, offering Max freedom. Someone who had penetrated the bowels of the Triskelion, just to acquire Max's services.
"You're going to get me out of here? Out of the freakin' Triskelion?"
Max began pacing his cell, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"Hmm... guy must be nuts. There's no gettin' outta here. And even if we do get out... how do I know if I even have my powers anymore?"
Finally Max stopped pacing and returned to the mouth of his cell, to face the stranger.
"Luke Larson... Luke Larson... That's you, right? I mean, they think that's you. You must be pretty good to have pulled the wool over Fury's eyes. Tell you what, get me out of here... take me away from this place... and I'll kill whoever you want... Hell, I'll paint this town in blood."
Max hadn't really wanted to work for anyone anymore, but this was an exceptional situation. And if his powers didn't work, if he was useless to this stranger, at least he'd die a free man, rather than a caged animal.