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In a world where superheroes battle both villains and their own inner demons, this story takes readers on a captivating journey through the intertwined lives of Tareg, a tormented superhero known as Tarantula, and...
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[N.Y. - 9:26 P.M. - March 30]
Tarantula's POV:
Few weeks later and there's a few criminal activities on a nearby lab. Tarantula decided to go there just to check. But he had to be extremely careful with everything.
This lab break-in has all the markings of something big going down. I keep to the shadows as I approach, scouting the perimeter carefully.
The security seems lax - sloppy. These jabronis must feel real confident. As I get a vantage point on the roof, my tech lenses pick up movement inside. About a dozen perps stocking materials into crates. What the hell are they after?
A figure in a crisp white coat emerges to oversee the job. Hold on, I know that shit-for-brains face. It's the Vulture - he must be behind this whole gig. But what does he need with lab tech?
I flick through my hidden drones' footage again to scan for clues. A logo on one of the crates catches my eye - Alchemax. Hmm, now we're getting somewhere. Whatever's in these boxes, it ain't legal and it sure as hell ain't good.
Time to shut this lame operation down and get some answers. I just gotta do it without drawing attention from a certain wall-crawling do-gooder who's probably not far away. Gonna have to be swift and stealthy as a damn ghost.
Shit, the more I watch Vulture and his goons, the more I'm convinced Webhead won't be far behind. Those two have a longer history than I even know. But I can't make a move until I'm sure of my exit strategy.
My lenses trace the ductwork above - if I'm quick, I can crawl through unnoticed and drop out a vent far from here. No webs, no sign of my presence. Then I just need to figure out where these assholes are headed...
Aha, got it. I detonate a tiny tracker on one of the crates then fade back into the black. Time to let this play out from the shadows.
Through my HUD I tail the trucks as they roll out, Vulture leading the way in his armor. They're really hauling ass, must be nervous Spider-Man's on their trail. Unfortunately for them, they've got an even stealthier shadow following close behind.
After a good twenty minutes of driving, they pull up to an abandoned warehouse on the waterfront. Perfect secluded spot for shady dealings. Now it's showtime.
I creep along the rafters unseen, scanning for weak points to exploit. While they're distracted unloading, I'll slip in, grab what intel I can, then vanish without a trace. With any luck, Spider-Man will show up for a nice distraction...
