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As the Big Wheel rode by, you’d just barely managed to intercept it with a swinging kick before it rolled over the guy with the flying skateboard. And it was a good thing that you used a considerable amount of your strength in doing so, because the damn thing weighed a ton! So much so that it actually shook the ground when it toppled over
The pilot screamed in inarticulate rage as you proceeded to web the wheel to the ground. Hopefully this will be enough to-
<span class="mu-r">“I don’t know who you are, but you just saved my ass.”</span> said a voice from behind. The guy with the flying skateboard lowered himself down to hover closer to you. Upon closer inspection, you do remember seeing that board before. But where…?
<span class="mu-r">“You don’t know who I am? Don’t you watch the news?”</span> you asked, your tone filled with mock offense. <span class="mu-r">“I had a rather engaging Q&A/Obstacle course that was live-streamed in TImes Square.”</span>
The skateboard guy tilted his head in confusion, but his attention was quickly drawn to the giant wheel rotating its guns and pointing them right at-
<span class="mu-r">“Look out!”</span> the skateboard guy screamed.
You avoided the plasma bolts effortlessly, flipping backwards off of the wheel and twisting in mid-air to avoid any lethal damage.
<span class="mu-r">“What’d you do to piss this guy off so bad, anyway?”</span> you asked without breaking stride.
<span class="mu-r">“It’s…well, it’s complicated.”</span> he said, using a crumbling statue as cover.
<span class="mu-r">“Then make it uncomplicated.”</span> you shot back, piling on more webbing to keep it down. The Big Wheel appeared to be fighting against your webs, picking itself up and snapping the material like it was no stronger than plastic mesh.
Skateboard guy was silent for a long moment, and you absently wondered whether he’d been shot without you realizing. When he finally spoke up, he sounded bitter.
<span class="mu-r">“His name’s Jackson Wheele.”</span> he began, and it took literally all your fucking might to supress a snicker. Spider-strength be damned. <span class="mu-r">“He hired me to snag some documents for him a while back. Somebody had dirt on him and he wanted it gone. Except…when I got it for him, I raised the price on him a bit.”</span> he admitted.
<span class="mu-r">“By how much?”</span>
More silence. Except this time, it didn’t stretch on for nearly as long as this time.
<span class="mu-r">“100k…”</span> he said with a sigh.
You let out a shrill whistle. <span class="mu-r">“Damn. I’d be pissed too.”</span> you said, frowning a little. Your webbing didn’t seem to be having much of an effect on this thing.
<span class="mu-r">“I thought he was an easy mark, you know? He told me he couldn’t pay up, and I told him that he’d keep accruing interest if he didn’t. The guy even tried to off himself, but I stopped him before he could.”</span> he said.
<span class="mu-r">“Oh, well that was nice of you.”</span> you replied, sounding surprised.
Skateboard guy shrugged. <span class="mu-r">“It was only because he owed me money.”</span>
(Cont.)
