In a large room atop a high rise building the heads of New York's crime families are seated at a long table, each accompanied by a personal bodyguard. "We need to take decisive action against this Mr. Negative. This guy is about to hammer the final nail into the coffin if we don't do something fast." one of the younger bosses, Bernard Gou, says as Silver Sable sits quietly.

She looks over at him with a look of contempt at the outspoken man. "I don't believe you had the floor Mr. Gou. Now if you don't mind we do have a business meeting to discuss."

This infuriates Gou, who jumps up and slams his hands on the table. "Are you not listening to me? This guy is killing my profits. And all you do is nothing while he wipes me out!"

"While I do understand your financial concerns, we are here to discuss our operations as a whole, and to be honest your operations account for very little of our proceeds." As Gou attempts to speak she cuts him off again. "And if you don't sit down and keep your mouth shut I will be forced to relieve you of something you may not want to lose. Isn't that right Mr. Lavell?" she turns her eyes to her guard behind her, who straightens up in terror.

As Gou seats himself a large hole is suddenly blasted in the wall as a somewhat familiar face flies in on a jet powered glider. This Goblin has yellowish skin with red eyes, and wears an orange and blue version of the originals costume with a hood and cape. "Greetings and salutations all. Allow me to introduce myself, the Hobgoblin." He says as he takes a bow, then looks up to see no on clapping. "Hm, tough crowd."

"Not another one. Lavell, make yourself useful." Sable says calmly as the guards pull out their weapons and prepare to fire. Suddenly two jetpack wearing thugs fly into the room through the hole and quickly disarm the guards, shooting the weapons out of their hands with deadly accuracy. As some of the leaders try to escape out the door, a third wearing red and white, blasts it open from the other side, trapping them. Sable, still seated, sighs. "Alright, I'll bite. What do you want?"

"Want? My dear lady, all I want is to help you and your merry band here."

"And what makes you think we need your help freak?" Gou shouts out again.

"Really? You must not have read the headlines. 'Once Mighty Mob Mercilessly Menaced by Mysterious Monochromatic Mastermind'. Yeah, you really don't need my help." The Goblin says sarcastically and begins to laugh. "But all jokes aside, I'm here to help with the cause of all of our problems. Spider-man."

"Spider-man is not the main threat." Sable says confidently.

"Oh no? Then tell me this Ms. Manfredi, why have your profits taken a nose dive? Why are your men afraid to go out on the streets to 'conduct business'? And why is dear old daddy rotting away behind bars? Spider-man, that's why. But you're right, he's not the main threat, not anymore. The papers publish stories, the police are arresting you by the boat load. And they're not even the worst. Now we have these new super powered, garishly costumed freaks. Freaks like me! And that is exactly why you need me. How better to counter a super powered force for justice then with an unstoppable force of destruction. And here's how." He throws a copy of the daily bugle on the table.

"You read this trash?" one of the bosses asks.

"Yes there are some very interesting tips on growing spice gardens. But the point is, Jameson goes out of his way to find contemptable things to publish about Spider-man. All we need to do is add a little more fuel to the fire. We need to beat the hero down spiritually and mentally. Then we finish him off physically. And when the symbol falls, so do the others."

"And how do you propose we do that?" Gou asks.

"Simple, we kill him." Hobgoblin uses his finger beam to circle a picture on the front page. "We do that and this will all be over for Spidey."

"You're sure about this?"

"Positive."