(New York City Skyline, 7pm)
I felt the cool wind breeze past my suit as I swung through the city. I fired a web at a skyscraper, pulling myself towards it and running along the glass. As I approached the corner of the building, I leapt off the glass, allowing myself to freefall downwards. Once I deemed myself fast enough, as well as close enough to the ground, I released another web line and catapulted myself forward down the street.
By the time I reached the docks, it was starting to get dark, which was ideal.
I landed on top of a nearby light pole, and began to look around.
I saw what must have been twenty or thirty cargo containers, seemingly fresh off a ship. Along with the containers, I also spotted what seemed to be heavily armed thugs. Might be gang members? Allegiance unknown. What I do know, however, is that weaponry like that is definitely unnecessary for simple security work for normal cargo.
Each guard seemed equipped with bulletproof vests, Assault rifles and handguns.
As I took my time scanning the threats, I noticed something else interesting. Some of the thugs seemed to be loading crates into a truck labelled Fisk Enterprises.
"Huh? Fisk? What does a rich multi-millionaire's company have to do with these weird carg- oh. I hear it now. Yeah, he's definitely behind this."
I'm a bit slow. I'm not that slow.
A multi-millionaire's name is related to weird cargo at a dock? There's either cocaine, money, or exotic animals in those containers.
I watched as the crates were all loaded into the truck, and it began to drive off. I fired a web and decided to follow it. The docks ain't going anywhere. That truck, however, is definitely going somewhere.
I decided to stay far up, mostly sticking to rooftops so I'm not spotted.
The truck drove for a solid half an hour, before stopping on the outskirts of the city and pulling into an old warehouse. I sat atop a building on the other side of the road as they opened the back of the truck and unloaded the cargo. It seemed to be a sort of storage facility for the containers. Once the cargo was all unloaded, I watched the truck pull out of the building, and head back towards the docks.
I decided to note down the address of the warehouse, and follow the truck back. That's enough investigating. Time to take action.
I reached back at the docks, and by this point it was 9:30 at night.
I watched them begin to load the truck again, and I made my way to the roof of the building next to the dock where the men seemed to be holding the crates.
I used a ventilation hatch on the outside of the roof to enter the building, crawling onto the ceiling and looking down at the men. I counted 5 total men in the building. 3 unloaded crates from containers, 1 on guard about 10 meters away, and 1 managing from across the floor. The one managing was distracted, writing something on a clipboard. The 3 unloading crates were, well, busy unloading crates. So of course, the guard had to go first.
I fired a web that latched onto his back and another that attached to his mouth. His protests were muffled by the web, and i pulled hard, launching him up and towards me, where he caught a quick punch to the chin, knocking him out cold.
"Shh, go to sleep." I whispered as I webbed him in a cocoon, leaving him to hang from the ceiling.
I then switched my attention to the manager. He was still scribbling on that clipboard of his, blissfully unaware. Perfect.
I extended a web from the ceiling and slowly lowered myself, until I was right behind him, hanging upside down from the ceiling. I tapped on his shoulder, causing him to turn around.
"Huh? Whaddya want-" he said as he turned, but before he could even register who tapped him, his mouth was webbed, and he was grabbed by the collar and yanked up to the ceiling.
I webbed his body to the ceiling, leaving his face uncovered. I got close to him and began to speak.
"I'm going to uncover your mouth now, and so help me God, if you scream for help, it will be the last thing you ever do. Understood?"
He nodded his head frantically, and seemed to more or less get the situation.
"Good." I said as I pulled off the mouth covering I had applied earlier.
"Who hired you, and what for?"
"I don't know, I swear!" he exclaimed, seemingly scared of either me or the height he was currently at.
"Keep lying to me, and I start breaking fingers." What can I say? Once a S.H.I.E.L.D operative, always a S.H.I.E.L.D operative.
"Listen man...spider? Whatever! I seriously don't know. I just got hired for a quick job. Oversee the transport of some cargo that came in tonight. I got the work through a broker, never got no names, nothing!" The way he said it was oddly convincing, not gonna lie.
"And the gunmen down there?" I asked in response.
"No clue. I showed up, they confirmed my identity, and then we started. Although, from what I've gathered, between you and me, they seem like mercenaries."
"How so?"
"They just don't know each other. And I swear to god, you've never seen a less organized group." He said, taking the chance to complain about how difficult overseeing them was.
"...right. Well, you just sit here and look pretty, the police will get you down eventually...probably." I said as I got ready to get back to it.
"Probably? The fuck do you mean, proba-" His complaints were cut off by a web hitting his mouth. Criminals these days, nothing but complaints.
I looked back at the group of 3 that were moving containers. They seemed to have noticed the overseer and lookout being missing. Time to clean up, I guess.
I leapt off the ceiling, and fired two webs on either side of one of them, before pulling on both webs and launching myself towards him. I rammed into him feet first, slamming him into the ground. The others heard the sound and turned towards me, guns now in hand. I jumped up and over the first volley of gunfire, slinging a web and pulling the gun out of his hand, before spinning and throwing it at the other's head.
While he was disoriented, I ran up to the one I had just disarmed. He swung his fist in a right hook, trying to hit me. I slid down on one knee under his arm, before punching him in the thigh, causing him to fall to one knee as well. I then leapt to my feet and hit him with a high kick to the side of the chest, sending him flying into some nearby crates. He was definitely out for the count.
The last one had recovered by this point, and aimed his gun at me.
{Behind!}
My spider-sense blared at me to dodge, my instincts screaming at me to jump up and avoid the bullets.
But I'm a trained soldier first and foremost.
I don't listen to my instincts, I listen to my head.
As the bullets fired, I dropped to the ground and twisted my body, landing on my back.
As I'd thought, he predicted that I'd jump upwards, and had pulled the barrel up to catch me if I did the same as I had done when fighting his comrade.
From the ground, I sent a webline to his chest, pulling him towards me, then using my other arm to launch myself up off the ground, meeting him midair with an uppercut kick straight to the chin.
He flew through the air, eventually landing on top of a crate a dozen feet away, breaking it open.
I looked around. That was all of them. The guards outside definitely heard the shots, though. Need to find out what the cargo is before they show up.
I walked up to the poor bastard I had kicked just earlier.
Awww, they're so cute when they're asleep.
I picked him up and tossed him to the side like a bag of potatoes.
I sifted through the crate he had landed on.
"Styrofoam to protect the contents, a bunch of medical equipment. This can't be it. Wait, huh?"
I noticed a small indentation on the side of the crate. I pressed it, and heard a distinct clicking sound. Then, the bottom of the crate opened just an inch.
"Bingo" I thought to myself.
I opened the hidden compartment.
"Oh. What the fuck?"
Inside was a shit ton of syringe looking things, each filled to the brim with a neon blue liquid.
I then felt that familiar spider-sense buzz and heard another clicking sound. This time, not from the crate.
I looked up, and saw about 20 guards standing at the opening of the warehouse, guns trained on me.
"Oh, what the fuck."
(End of Chapter 34)
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I am Spiderkayden, King of the Racoons, Destroyer of Chihuahua's. Fear me.
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