[center] “I’ll do it.” [/center]
[center] Something in the pit of Otto’s gut wasn’t fine with this turn of events. He was quiet because he calculated exactly what the hell was happening on screen. His best guess, without even listening to Luthor: goody-two-shoes goes megalomaniacal to try and make ‘the best world possible’. He’s seen it happen, after all. So he had no reason to doubt Lex, other than the extremely sour vibes he was getting. Game, as a phrase welling up from Peter’s memory indicated, recognized game. He didn’t know what Luthor would gain from this other than some form of clout, but he would figure that out in the field.[/center]
[center] Spider-Man addressed the room. “We’ll need to compartmentalize. Preferably, we need an information team, a tactical team, and a strike team for the final blow. Information discovers anything and everything we can use in the coming fight, tactical will consist of people capable of applying that information, and strike, well, I won’t demean you all by explaining that. I will feature on all three teams, and some overlap is no doubt necessary, but this is based on skills, not affability. You’ll only need to work with these people just this once, and then we all go home.” [/center]
[center] Something kept Otto from nominating himself leader over all the operations. He was going to have to get that checked out later. But taking a stance of authority amidst chaos felt so damn GOOD. [/center]
[center] [@Thatguyinastore] [/center]