John could send someone to the police station, or simply find a spot by the sea and dump them in.
But seducing someone?
That was not on his list of options.
Why should Maya Hansen get such a sweet deal?
As for putting her to work, John had not said that on a whim, either.
Though the Extremis Virus had its flaws, its benefits were impossible to ignore.
Even compared to the Super Soldier Serum, it was every bit as impressive.
Killian, a frail scholar of a man, had turned into a Demon Hellspawn capable of tearing Armor apart with his bare hands after being injected with the Extremis Virus.
Not to mention its ability to regrow lost limbs.
Build a legion of Extremis Soldiers with this stuff, and even Purple Potato would have to take a couple of slaps.
As its developer, Maya's professional abilities spoke for themselves.
She might not match supergeniuses like Tony and Ivan, but she was still a genius in her own right.
The Wick family already held a large share of A.I.M. With Killian dead following his terrorist attacks, they now dominated the company.
"Are you sure you want to let me go back?" Maya looked skeptical.
She had prepared herself to spend the rest of her life in prison if she survived, yet John was letting her go-the very culprit who had driven the creation of the Extremis Virus.
Then John took out a formula and set it on the table.
It was the business card Maya had given him, with the completed formula on the back.
"How did you..."
Shock no longer began to describe Maya's reaction when she saw that formula.
She had failed to work it out for ten years. Otherwise, she would never have dreamed up that underhanded scheme