Chapter 4: Menace of Doctor Octopus Part II

Chapter Four: The Menace of Doctor Octopus Part II.

“Got to time this perfectly, one wrong move and I take all of us all out,” thought Spider-Man as he raised his arm towards the fractured support beam, shooting his webbing around it. “Looks like it will hold for the mean time…got to move quickly and carefully or it’s concrete casket time for everyone.”

As quickly as he could manage, Spider-Man swung the downed scientists out of harm’s way as quickly as possible. Just when he got the last one to safety he watched as that section of the building collapsed. Dropping to his knees, breathing a sight of relief but that relief turned to frustration when Doctor Octopus had made a clean escape, without even a hint of what this threat had stolen but to be honest, he did not need his spider sense to know whatever it was it was not going to be good.

A desperation swing around the city had yielded no luck, not even one glimpse of Doctor Octopus.

“And you’d think a man with four robotic arms wearing an ugly tracksuit would be easy to find,” thought Spider-Man. “Oh well, I better get home, it’s getting late, I wouldn’t want to worry Aunt May, she has more than enough to worry about as it is.”

-

“Hey, Aunt May, I’m home!” called Peter as he watched his aunt who had just finished setting the table for dinner. “Need any help with that?”

“It’s sweet of you to offer Peter, but I’m fine,” said Aunt May as she looked at Peter with a warm smile. “I was worried that I wouldn’t get it done in time for you to come home but the fact you’re running a little late helped me.”

“Sorry about that Aunt May,” said Peter.

“No, I know how you young people get, never keeping track of the time, but at least you’re not out too late, the sun’s just barely down in fact,” said May. “Still, you must be starving, so sit down and have some dinner, young man.”

“Right, Aunt May,” replied Peter as he averted his face slightly, hiding a wince. One of Doctor Octopus’s tentacles must have bruised a rib or something but all things considered, he was lucky. Not lucky in the fact that his enemy got away or there was not too many clues pointing to exactly what his motives were.

-

“Spider-Man!” said Harry in a loud voice which caused Peter to spin around in panic.

“I beg your pardon?” asked Peter defensively, wondering if Harry had figured out his secret.

“Spider-Man, you know, the new mysterious protector, there was some scientist on the news talking about how he saved them from being killed by some lunatic with mechanical arms,” said Harry. “So what do you think about this Spider-Man?”

“Oh, well, I don’t know, he’s interesting, I suppose and I’m sure he’s alright,” said Peter carefully. “Besides he did save Gwen yesterday.”

“He did?” asked Harry in a confused voice. This was news to him.

“Yes, Harry, he did,” said Gwen who had just showed up. “Really swung in at the last second, saved me, after I had to save some kid after some nutcase threw a bomb right at a ledge.”

“Man, some people have nothing better to do,” said Harry, shaking his head before he turned to Peter. “And did you have to be the damsel in distress to Spider-Man as well, Pete?”

“Actually, Peter was running a little late, he showed up after the all the chaos ended,” said Gwen with a small wink towards Peter.

“Just like you then,” said Harry before he cleared his throat. “I just wonder what Spider-Man’s really about, I mean it’s not like we know that much about him. He’s all mysterious and…”

“Osborn, I would think that even someone as dense like you would know exactly who Spider-Man is,” said Flash as he walked up with a grin on his face.

‘And what exactly is he, Flash?” asked Gwen.

“A hero of course, man he’s so cool, about time we had someone like that cleaning up the streets,” said Flash before he turned to Peter. “Shame you aren’t like Spidey, Parker.”

“Well, he’s definitely one of a kind,” said Peter.

“Right Parker, glad to see you see things by way,” said Flash. “He’s probably busting some bad guy tail right now, too bad the Bugle can’t seem to get a picture of Spidey but he’s that good, you know too quick for any photographers to take a shot.”

Peter and Gwen exchanged an amused look. It was very hard not to laugh at the irony of the entire situation.

“Flash, stop obsessing about Spider-Man, you promised to walk me to class,” said Liz Allan, as she fluttered her eyelashes about Flash.

“Liz, I’m not obsessing about Spider-Man,” said Flash, as he looked at his girlfriend.

“Sure you aren’t Flash,” said Liz as she rolled her eyes. “Now come on, you promised you walk me to class.”

“Yes, Liz,” said Flash looking completely hen pecked.

“So, Flash and Liz are dating this week,” said Gwen. “And he’s wrapped around her little finger, it almost makes me feel sorry for the guy.”

“Feel sorry for him, more like I feel sorry for her,” said Harry with a grin. “I mean, a hot girl like her, being stuck with a jerk jock like Flash.”

Peter laughed but he slightly clutched his side, his ribs were still tender from last night but he winced even more when Gwen caught on.

“Peter, could I talk to you a moment before class?” asked Gwen. “Privately?”

Peter looked towards Harry who nodded.

“Got you get off to Trig anyway,” said Harry.

“Don’t way to delay your nap, huh?” inquired Peter.

“You know it, Pete,” said Harry with a grin. “Besides, when the final comes, I’ll just pick your brain anyway.”

With that Gwen grabbed Peter by the hand and lured him into a hallway where there was hardly any activity. With a quick look around, she made sure the coast was clear.

“What happened?” asked Gwen.

“Oh, it’s nothing Gwen, my ribs are a little sore; I was fighting someone who’s calling himself Doctor Octopus, he had robotic arms and he smacked me around quite a bit with them,” said Peter. “Here’s the weird thing, he was after the same component that I had to stop those hoods from stealing earlier that day.”

“Dad mentioned that wasn’t the other piece of equipment, I couldn’t really hear more before I had me out the door,” said Gwen as she put a hand to her forehead. “This Doctor Octopus has to be building something, and it can’t be good.”

“The same conclusion I came to,” agreed Peter in a barely audible whisper. “But the problem was what? I suppose a closer look on exactly who Doctor Octopus is might give us a clue on his motivation. I mean, Doctor Octopus can’t be the guy’s real name.”

“I’ll be in the computer lab next hour, I’ll see what I can dig up,” said Gwen and with that the warning bell.

“Really?” asked Peter and Gwen nodded slowly, wondering exactly why she was encouraging Peter to risk his life against a dangerous menace. “Thanks, you’re the best.”

A kiss and the two teenagers parted ways to their separate classes for this period.

-

Doctor Octopus watched with a grin, as his Seismic Wave Disrupter was nearly completion. It would be fully operational within the next three hours or so. His instructions were clear and concise enough so that even a toddler would be able to build and operate the object. Given the quality of his employees, that was what he could expect for. After a test run with his weapon, he would use an underground tunnel that he located after several weeks of intense research and use the Seismic Wave Disrupter to break open a few bank vaults, getting the ample capital he would need to challenge and inevitably take down the Kingpin of Crime.

Yet the Kingpin was responsible for his condition in a way or rather one of his stooges. Naturally the true Kingpin rarely showed his face and when he did, the people who saw him rarely lived to tell the tale.

At one time Otto Octavius was a mild mannered scientist, shy and rather withdrawn but devoted and an expert in many fields of science. His life’s work was to create a cleaner, more renewable source of energy but after many experiments, he hit dead end after dead end and even with help of his prized invention, his robotic arms, he was unable to have any success and the funding began to dry up. Many had laughed at his efforts and the scientific community was not all that receptive of his work. So in a moment of weakness, he turned to less ethical help but Otto quickly found this to be a mistake. The Kingpin had wanted him to turn his science towards more sinister purposes. Otto had reluctantly agreed, caving under threats but secretly worked on his experiments regardless.

All was going well, until one of his experiments was sabotaged. Apparently, the Kingpin could not be deceived for too long and thus Otto was the misfortune to be caught in an explosion. The result caused his harness holding his mechanical arms to melt onto him, fusing into his spine. The control chip floated up and melted into his brain, allowing Otto to control his arms with a mere thought. He was driven completely mad but his genius remained. From that day forward, Doctor Otto Octavius became Doctor Octopus and he spent years planning for his hostile takeover against the Kingpin of Crime.

-

“So this Doctor Octopus guy has to be Otto Octavius,” concluded Peter in a whisper later that day.

“Yeah it all fits, the article I found said Octavius was in an accident that drove him mad,” said Gwen. “Given what details the article had, it would fit with the mechanical arms but the scariest part is what he’s putting together.”

“Seismic Wave Disrupter, I know, he could level the entire city if he’s not careful,” said Peter carefully. “I sure hope You-Know-Who can stop him.”

“Yes,” agreed Gwen who realized that Peter putting himself in danger would be a moot point of Doctor Octopus destroyed everything around him but the two straightened up, acting natural when they saw Harry rush by. “You’re in a hurry.”

“Tutors, remember, Dad said that I need to work twice as hard,” replied Harry who looked very unhappy about the entire situation. No matter how hard he worked, his father was never pleased with anything he did, which tended to be part of the reason why he did not put much effort into schoolwork to begin with.

“You know all of this could be avoided if you actually tried harder in school,” said Peter.

“Maybe,” agreed Harry grudgingly. “But I think my disinterest in school will outlast Dad’s interest in my life. Don’t worry, as much as I’d like to hang out with my two best friends, I have to ride this one out. Besides, I’m sure you two don’t need me as the third wheel.”

“See you around Harry, don’t worry, I’m sure your dad what’s best for you,” said Peter which caused Harry to snort in a disbelieving manner.

“Bye, Harry,” said Gwen before she turned to Peter. “So, about Doctor Octopus…”

“I still owe you a date after what happened, so maybe he can hold off his evil plan until later,” said Peter hopefully but the ground shaking below him caused him and his spider sense going off indicated that happy reality was not going to happen. “Or maybe not.”

“Blast you Doc Ock,” thought Peter.

“Good luck, Peter,” whispered Gwen as she leaned forward and kissing him and Peter nodded, before he made his way, carefully up the stairs to make a quick change into his web slinging alter ego.

-

Norman Osborn sat in the back seat of the limo, with his son beside him but suddenly his attention was caught by a figure swinging through the sky. He looked at it, following it with his eyes, there was no mistaking who it was.

“So there is a Spider-Man,” remarked Norman coolly as he looked at his son, who had followed the figure, eyes wide open, mouth a gap. “Harry, compose yourself! What’s the matter with you?”

-

Spider-Man swung through the air. More vibrations rocked the city and it seemed that his spider sense could be used to pinpoint the source of the disturbance. While he was not an expert in completely utilizing this gift, it was better than nothing and he swung, with a group of uniformed offers, lead by Captain George Stacy gathered around.

“Seal off the area, we need to find out the source of the disturbances, our scientist contact in the force doesn’t think they’re of natural origin,” said George. “In fact, they are completely man mad.”

“Made my a madman who seems to be intent on leveling the entire city, in fact,” said Spider-Man as he dropped down on a web line, with several officers pointing their guns but Captain Stacy held up his hand to stop them.

“Spider-Man,” muttered George. “I’m Captain George Stacy, but I do wish we were meeting for the first time under better circumstances. You seem to have a clue as to who’s behind these disruptions.”

“A new criminal, he calls himself Doctor Octopus, I fought him last night and he seems intent using a device for some reason that could level everything around us if he’s not stopped,” said Spider-Man, carefully masking his voice so the good Captain did not pick up on the fact who he really was. “And if my hunch is correct, Doc Ock brought his little toy down there.”

“Through the subway,” muttered one of the officers. “That tunnel’s been out of use for many years, hardly anyone goes down there.”

“Make perfect sense,” agreed George as he looked at Spider-Man. He could not help but see there was something rather familiar about the young web slinger but this was no time for suspicions. “Close off the area for any civilians, make sure no one passes, as much as I hate to admit this, Spider-Man is our best change in dealing with this Doctor Octopus.”

“You mean we’re going to have to entrust police business to some masked vigilante?” asked a female officer.

“Officer DeWolff I have given my orders,” said George patiently. “Please follow them, time is of the essence and there is no room for argument.”

Spider-Man swung down before the final police barrier was in place.

-

The figure of Eddie Brock spotted Spider-Man from behind the bushes. He had gone to the source of the disturbances, hoping to find Spider-Man and he struck pay dirt. He would have his pictures soon enough. Quickly, the photographer moved out, slipping past the barriers and walked down the subway after Spider-Man. Spider-Man would be his ticket out of this crummy profession and onto bigger and better things.

-

“Getting closer, got to be careful, one wrong move and I’m toast,” thought Spider-Man as he carefully crawled on the ceilings of the tunnel, while straining to listen. “That one sounded close, not too far away now.”

Carefully Spider-Man webbed a camera in place, hoping this trick would work, before he dropped down carefully. He saw a pair of armed goons standing guard over an entry way of some sort. Carefully walking around, he put his hand over the mouth of one of the goons, before he spun him around and knocked him down with one punch. The other goon turned, seeing Spider-Man but before he could open his mouth to make a sound, Spider-Man webbed his mouth shut. He dropped down but there several foot steps. A small group of armed goons charged Spider-Man but he carefully dodged each assault, taking them down one by one without breaking a sweat.

“Well that was easy,” remarked Spider-Man but suddenly his spider sense alerted him to an incoming attack. He dodged as a robotic arm swung out from around him, forcing him to duck the assault. He came face to face with Doctor Octopus before he dodged another attack.

“I had anticipated your interference, Spider-Man!” bellowed Doctor Octopus as he shot another robotic arm. “Once I eliminate you, there will be no one left to oppose my plans. The city will be mine!”

“Over my dead body!” shouted Spider-Man as he dodged underneath an attack before he bounced off the walls and shot some webbing but Doc Ock quickly sliced through it like a hot knife through butter, before Spider-Man bounced off, dodging and moving around the attacks.

“If you insist,” said Doctor Octopus in a bored voice as his arm shot out before the end clamped around Spider-Man. The hero struggled but Doctor Octopus swung Spider-Man around, before he smashed the wall crawler against the wall. Spider-Man winced as he was smashed against the wall once again before the mad scientist attempted to impale the downed Spider-Man but he slid out of the way. Bouncing off the wall, Spidey slid underneath the attacks. “Stand still and I may offer you a demise with dignity, arachnid”

“Sorry, I’ve never been one to have much dignity,” answered Spider-Man as he attempted to web Octopus’s glasses again but the criminal was ready for this trick this time. He shredded the webbing before Spider-Man looked over his shoulder, seeing a machine in the distance. It was silent.

“It must be the thing that’s causing this,” thought Spider-Man as he avoided the attacks. “Now, if I can only find a way to destroy it.”

“You will find that you have run out of room, Spider-Man,” taunted Doctor Octopus as he attempted to swing his tentacles, with Spider-Man just barely dodging the attack and he bounced off the walls, before he jumped off, just before the sharp end of the robotic arm would have sliced him to ribbons.

“We’re in such an enclosed space, yet you can’t smash me to bits,” said Spider-Man as he just barely avoided another attack. “What’s the matter? I mean for such a criminal genius, you’re pretty lousy at hitting a target. Come on Ock? Insanity getting the better for you or are you the laughing stock the scientific community painted you as Octavius!”

“You will pay for that!” yelled Doctor Octopus

“Will you take an IOU?” quipped Spider-Man as he dodged the attack.

“Your little remarks are not amusing, rather annoying!” snapped Doctor Octopus as he swung his tentacles but he stopped, eyes widened, before a twisted smile appeared on his face. “Very clever Spider-Man, you thought you could trick me into smashing up my own machine. It might have worked against a lesser mind but Doctor Octopus is not so easily deceived.”

Spider-Man winced but an idea came into his mind and suddenly, one of the mechanical arms was webbed to the wall. Doctor Octopus attempted to yank it off the wall, but Spider-Man got into position, webbing the second robotic arm to the wall. In little time, Doctor Octopus was pinned by the wall with his robotic arms and Spider-Man looked at a blinking disc.

“Must be the power source to those robotic arms,” thought Spider-Man. “Well, once I pull the plug, he won’t be able to smack me around with those arms.”

Unfortunately while Spider-Man had his focus on Doc Ock’s robotic arms, perhaps he should have been keeping his eye on his regular arm, as he whipped out a remote control device and slammed his hand right on a button. In another instant, he smashed the device.

“What did you do?” demanded Spider-Man.

“I activated my device and I disabled to the easiest way to disable it,” said Doctor Octopus as he laughed like a complete madman. “You can apprehend me or manually disable it. It is your choice, Spider-Man.”

Spider-Man quickly rushed over and ripped the back panel of the device off. If he could find what was powering it, he could stop it. Judging by what he saw, not only did Doctor Octopus activate the machine, but he activated some kind of overload sequence that threatened to sink the entire city into the ground.

“Great, more problems,” thought Spider-Man, fully aware that Doctor Octopus had begun to pull himself free. “Not that great with computers, and I have to figure out how to stop this thing. One wrong move and New York becomes New Atlantis.”

Doctor Octopus ripped himself free but luckily for Spider-Man, his power source had run low on energy

“Another time, Spider-Man, we will meet again!” bellowed Doctor Octopus, as he smashed an exit through the top of the tunnel, further compounding the issue as he pulled himself out, ignoring his downed henchmen. They failed, they would suffer the consequences.

Looking at the wires, Spidey felt dust falling on his shoulder and he studied it intently, before closing his eyes.

“Spider sense don’t fail me now,” thought Spider-Man desperately as he moved around. “This has to be the component, carefully now, don’t want to cause an explosion.”

In an instant, Spider-Man removed the component from the device and breathed a sigh of relief when the machine stopped rocking. He moved around, reaching up, before he retrieved his camera and for a second, he thought everything was okay. Climbing over, Spider-Man retrieved his camera.

As he removed it, the tunnel began to crumble.

“Great,” thought Spider-Man sarcastically. “Just great and I’m going to have to save all of these henchmen I knocked out before this subway tunnel collapses.”

Carefully storing his camera away, Spider-Man dropped down, creating a large net of webbing, before he hoisted up the criminals, one by one, dumping them inside. He struggled to lift them up, before Spider-Man swung around, the captured criminals carefully held in place. He moved forward, as more dust and rubble began to fall. Spider-Man looked up, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, before he swung out, depositing the henchmen carefully. He winced, when he heard a scream of frustration from deep inside the subway tunnel.

“Missed one,” muttered Spider-Man in frustration as he swung back into the tunnel, before he saw the tunnel beginning collapse and he spotted the form of Eddie Brock, on the ground, ankle trapped under a large piece of rubble. “What are you doing here?”

“Photographer for the Daily Bugle,” grumbled Brock. “Had to get pictures of you, it’s going to be a gold mine.”

Quickly, Spider-Man managed to pry the piece of rubble off of Brock’s ankle, before he held up the dubious photographer, the camera slipping from Brock’s hand.

“Wait, I need to pick up my camera!” shouted Brock desperately eyes widened in horror.

“No time,” responded Spider-Man firmly, as he swung out, with Brock kicking and trying to desperately reach for his camera.

“No, there’s a lot of good shots, even I’ll get Jonah to unclench his fist and pay up with some of those!” yelled Brock desperately, but he watched in horror as they exited the tunnel, but not before Brock saw his camera smashed to bits. It was almost like he was watching money burst into flames. “NO! My camera, my pictures, MY MONEY! You did that on purpose, Spider-Man!”

“That’s a fine thanks for saving your life,” muttered Spider-Man under his breath as he dropped Brock, a bit more roughly than he would have normally had he not been so annoyed. He collapsed to his knees for a brief second before he looked at George. “Got all the henchmen, saved the reckless photographer, nice meeting you Captain, but I’ve got to swing, see if I can find Doc Ock.”

George nodded as he watched Spider-Man swing off. Had Spider-Man not been here on this day, this could have ended in a tragedy. He was a bit apprehensive about the mask thing but he was sure the hero had his reasons for what he did. If nothing else, Spider-Man made his job a bit easier.

-

“Twice around the city and nothing, not even one hint of one measly robotic arm,” thought Spider-Man in frustration. “Oh well, better pack it in for tonight, not going to find anything. Doc Ock’s gone underground for now but he can’t hide forever. He’ll be brought to justice but I can’t obsess over him. Other criminals, other crime, that sort of thing, and I just have a feeling that he’ll be back to plague me and the city again all too soon but I don’t think I need my spider sense to figure that out.”

Spider-Man looked and saw the Daily Bugle building. He looked at his camera, hoping that actual photographic evidence would change his standing in that place. Of course, there was only one way to find out.

-

“Brock, what do you mean you don’t have any photos?” demanded Jameson as he angrily stared down at Eddie Brock, who looked slightly uncomfortable as the other staff at the Daily Bugle looked at him.

“But, boss, Spider-Man…” started Brock but Jameson would hear none of it.

“The only butt you should be worrying about is yours when I toss you out on it for not doing your job, Brock!” shouted Jameson, who looked almost rabid. “A news story involving that wall crawling nuisance, getting into a battle with someone calling himself Doctor Octopus and I don’t have pictures to go along with it. It’s an outrage I tell you!”

“Did someone mention wanting photos of Spider-Man?” asked Peter as he waved around the photos.

“You, how dare you walk in here!” bellowed Jameson.

“Fine then, I guess some other newspaper will have to make all that money by being the first to have exclusive photos of Spider-Man,” responded Peter as he held up the photos before Jameson’s eyes went wide and he moved forward, before he grabbed the photos.

“Not bad for a first effort, Parker,” admitted Jameson grudgingly. “Garbage compared to our usual quality of work but I suppose it’s better than bringing me nothing like certain photographers around here.”

“Wait a minute, I was down there the entire time and I didn’t see you so how did you get photos of Spider-Man?” demanded Brock.

“Who cares, Brock, at least him brought me something, tell you what kid, I’ll give you two hundred dollars for all the pictures,” said Jameson.

“Two hundred dollars?” asked Peter in an incredulous tone of voice. “With all due respect, Mr. Jameson, I did kind of risk my life to get these photos.”

“Kid, it’s just my way of nurturing a love for the art and not for the money but I’ll tell you what, two hundred and fifty, best I can do and because I’m in a such a good mood,” said Jameson to Peter. “Do we have a deal? Of course we have a deal. ROBBIE! Get Leeds, and tell him to put the finishing touches on that article and we’ll integrate Parker’s photos into it and we’ll scoop all of the other papers. Our headline is Spider-Man: Vigilante at Large.”

The entire newsroom was silent.

“What are you waiting for a ticker tape parade?” demanded Jameson. “Go, get going, all of you!”

Peter stood awkwardly.

“As for you, Parker, you can pick your check up on the way out from Miss Brant and get right back out there now, get more pictures of Spider-Man, I want to see that wall crawler from every angle and see what his deviant game is!” shouted Jameson and Peter moved. While not as much as he wanted, the two hundred and fifty dollars would help Aunt May for sure.

-

Doctor Octopus reached his hideout, plans ruined, for now. Another opportunity would present itself, as he recharged the power source for his arms. He would not rest until Spider-Man was destroyed, now the wall crawler had the doctor’s full and undivided attention. The next plan would result in Spider-Man’s complete and utter demise. The Kingpin would get taken care of soon enough but his end would have to wait for now.

-

Wilson Fisk sat in the arm chair early the next morning, reading the Daily Bugle with indifference but one thing did catch his interest. That of Spider-Man, he had heard quite a bit about the web slinger, in fact, Spider-Man had unknowingly brought down several petty thugs in his employee on more than a few occasions. Now, as Fisk read the paper, he could not help but be curious at what exactly drove this Spider-Man to foolishly throw himself into these heroics.

Fisk remained still for a moment, the wheels of thought turning in his head. Perhaps given time, he could find a way to benefit from the presence of Spider-Man. He would have to keep an eye on the wall crawler and learn as much as he could. Then he could determine whether he could use Spider-Man’s presence in a way that benefits him or have the hero eliminated. Fisk vowed to keep a close eye on every business opportunity as he put his paper away. He had a full day ahead of him but he would have to set aside some time and resources to analyze the Spider-Man situation fully.

-

“Dad said Spider-Man helped avert quite the disaster yesterday, there could have been thousands dead, but only a collapsed tunnel that no one uses,” said Gwen to Peter casually the next morning. “He’s grateful for the help, even if others are uneasy about Spider-Man.”

“He has to wear a mask not to hide but to protect those close to him,” said Peter.

“A selfless hero to the very end, too bad the Bugle decided to hint that Spider-Man was behind the collapse of the tunnel,” said Gwen with a sigh. “Some people don’t get what they can’t understand.”

“Some people aren’t meant to understand Spidey, but he’ll keep doing it and I’ll be there to cover his exploits for better or for worse,” said Peter with a sigh. Jameson had a chip on his shoulder regarding Spider-Man although Peter could not for the life of him figure out why. “So we never did get around to having the date.”

“Third time lucky?” asked Gwen.

“Any time with you is lucky, Gwen,” replied Peter with a cheesy smile.

“You can be so sappy sometimes, Peter,” said Gwen with a laugh, before she kissed him on the cheek. “Don’t ever change.”

“Don’t plan on it,” said Peter as he wondered what the future would bring. Now the world knew that Spider-Man was not just some myth with photographic proof available, he had the strangest feeling that life was going to get both interesting and complicated.

-

A plane landed at the airport and a man dressed in a trench coat and wearing a fedora on his head stepped out of the plane. His face was a ghostly white and he was bald underneath the hat. He looked around, with a disdainful look.

“So this is New York,” said the mystery man as he looked around. “A dump but a job is a job, especially one that pays so handsomely. I must change into something less conspicuous, as even in this city, my appearance could raise some questions.”

The man looked from side to side, before he stepped to the side and seconds later, a figure wearing a business suit with a short hair cut and a neatly trimmed beard walked out, a briefcase in hand as he walked into New York, ready to receive further instruction for the job he had been hired to carry out. 


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