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>100!
>M-M-M-M-MAXIMUM SPIDER!
<span class="mu-r">“I’m going in. Cat, Prowler, find some cover and keep watch. Gobbie, you’re with me. Keep your head down and keep the mad cackling to a minimum. Let’s move.”</span> you declared, leaping from your perch without waiting for an answer.
<span class="mu-g">“Oh, goodie! I’ve yet to try my hand at stealth.”</span> the Goblin said, abandoning his glider and jumping down after you. You were already starting to regret this. You just hoped that Flint could make it back here before things went sideways.
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Despite the Goblin’s lack of experience, he did well to avoid detection. With your combined acrobatic prowess and superhuman abilities, you were able to scale whole entire walls, leap from rooftop to rooftop and slide in and out of cover with relative ease. But the deciding factor in your success was, without a doubt, your “Spider Sense”.
Whenever you were about to get caught or when a Vulture turned their head without warning, you were able to anticipate their movement with impressive accuracy. It surely prevented Gobbie from making any serious blunders in that ridiculous outfit of his. You only wished that he would’ve left that stupid satchel behind.
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With a bit of eavesdropping, you managed to find out that their leader was hiding out in the third largest building in this recycling center. It saved you a lot of time and effort, and luckily, the place was lightly guarded enough for you and the Goblin to creep inside undetected.
At first, you thought you had the wrong place, since the building you broke into was just some dingy old workshop. But when you heard a distinct voice that you recognized from the fateful night where your hideout went up in flames, you were reassured by your decision.
You made a shushing gesture to the Goblin, and then leapt onto the ceiling to get a little closer. Soon enough, the words came into focus.
There was a young woman and an older man in the room. Both sounded angry.
<span class="mu-r">“We need to lay low for a while. You’ve been taking too many risks pissing off the maggia like that!”</span> the woman argued.
<span class="mu-g">“Can’t you see that I’m doing this for you!? You can go back to college, buy a house, get married. You can retire at the end of the week if we pull off this next job!”</span> the man proclaimed.
<span class="mu-r">“What good is all that money gonna be if we’re too dead to spend it!?”</span> she shouted, getting in his face. From your current position, you could see that the young woman had dark skin, and even darker hair pulled back into a braided ponytail. The older man, on the other hand, was pale and his skin was wrinkled and slightly saggy. He was much older than you would’ve initially guessed.
<span class="mu-g">“...You know I don’t have a lot of time left. I just want what’s best for you.”</span> he said, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. <span class="mu-g">“So what if they come to kill me? I don’t care about what happens to me, or anyone else. I care about what happens to you.”</span>
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