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You blinked and then exchanged a glance with Cindy. She just shrugged at you. Feeling more than a little frustrated, you jumped down to approach the little thief. Judging from their build, they were male. Probably a young man in his early 20’s, you’d guess. He wore a black suit that looked to be made of spandex, and a pair of white gloves and white boots. His eyes were covered by gray lenses with vertically slitted, serpentine pupils that seemed to track actual eye movement. But the most eye-catching part of his costume were the silver ripples that seemed to originate from the center of his mask and flowed outward to cascade down the rest of his body.
He was fiddling with the lock when you got within range to snag him with your webs, and right before you fired, he jammed his whole entire finger into the keyhole. It looked incredibly painful from where you stood, but the guy didn’t scream. INstead, he twisted his finger, popped the lock, and pulled his finger out to reveal that it was now roughly shaped like a key!
<span class="mu-b">“Sweet!”</span> you heard him say, before throwing the doors open and examining the container’s contents. <span class="mu-b">“Jackpot!”</span>
Before he could take another step, you tangled him with your webs and aggressively yanked him away from the shipping container, only for him to slam into the side of a much bigger one with a resounding thud. Due to the sheer volume of webbing wrapped around his torso, he stuck fast to the metal surface.
<span class="mu-r">“All these containers and you go straight for mine? There’s no way that’s a coincidence. My luck can’t be that bad!”</span> you said, placing your hands on your hips and letting out an indignant huff. The next thing that happened…took you by surprise.
The little thief, quite literally, melted through your webbing, like he’d been made of slime. His body oozed right out of the sticky material and pooled on the floor beneath it. He then reformed his body in a similarly disgusting display, seemingly unharmed from the transition.
<span class="mu-b">“It’s nothing personal, guy. I need to eat, just like everybody else.”</span> he said in a casual tone.
You tilted your head in confusion, just in time to see Cindy getting in position to flank him.
What will you do?
>Kneecap this fool.
>Web him up completely, this time, and wrap him up in an airtight bag.
>Aim for that flashy looking panel on his hip and fire. That must be important.
>”You new to the game? What am I supposed to call you?”
>”You’re gonna get a lead lunch if you don’t beat it.”
>”Go somewhere else if you want an easy score. This is my property, and I’m not about to watch you walk away with it.”
>Write-in.
Funds: $2,023,425
Equipment:
>Handgun x 2
>Hidden Gun x 1
>Vibranium Dagger x 1
>Additional magazines x 2
>Lightly armored, heat resistant suit
>Thermal Lenses
>Smart watch w/Bluetooth
>Burner phone
>Silencer x 2
>Oscorp Flashdrive
