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EDDIE
The kid had no idea what was coming at him. Venom could sense his profound fear from a mile away as we headed slowly towards the trap door fitted between a thick growth of grass. Behind us, the setting sun cast spasming rays of light into the thick overgrowth of trees between the mill's perimeter. Venom was on watch the entire time as I pushed a few moss and ferns off the steel wheel to get a closer look into what lies below the narrowness.
I shot Peter a quick glance. He seemed too fidgety. 'You okay, Parker?'
'Yeah,' he breathed out inside the mask sounding anything but. 'Mr. Brock, do you really think we can take him down?'
I rolled my eyes as Venom's tendril shot lightly from both my hands, a thick cord of black material making my hand seem bigger than usual. I latched onto the wheel tightly, shifting it clockwise. A light groan left my lips.
'Relax. He's kind of a dumbass,' I said. 'Who is stupid enough to get himself tracked by every system in the state? It's fine.'
He nodded in vain, watching me closely as the door shot off its hinges and the immediate scent of NYC's sewers hitting us hard. While Peter gagged, Venom rustled with savoring.
Delicious.
'No, not delicious.' I reprimanded angrily and Peter jumped, looking at me like I'd lost my screws.
Mmm . . . if only we could.
In the meantime, far ahead in the small spot of trees beyond, I heard the loud whirring of engines and the grind of chains in a motorcycle. Peter shot me a questioning glimpse.
'You hear it, too?'
'Guys, coming through!'
The delicate feminine request pealed through our comms, a hand shooting to my ear to press it in and hear clearly. I already knew who it was. Peter snapped his neck to behind him.
