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>M-M-M-M-M-M-MAXIMUM SPIDER!
<span class="mu-r">“Do you have any of those foam grenades left?”</span> you asked. <span class="mu-r">“Because I’m gonna need all of them.”</span>
All at once, the Wild Pack checked their equipment and managed to scrounge up at least four canisters of the insulating foam.
<span class="mu-b">“Hope you don’t mind if we keep one for ourselves.”</span> one of them said, not waiting to hear your opinion on the matter.
<span class="mu-r">“And if you can get another one of those cable tethers around him, then I might be able to knock him out.”</span> you suggested.
The biggest one nodded. <span class="mu-b">“We can do that. We’ll need a good distraction, though.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Watch and learn, boys.”</span> you said, slinging the grenades over your shoulder and peeking out of cover.
Max was currently zipping around the room casting judgment on lesser beings and cackling like a maniac. Now THAT was how a supervillain was supposed to behave!
Feeling confident that he hadn’t seen you, you leapt out into the open, placed an explosive Mark onto one of the foam canisters and tossed it at his back.
The canister exploded in mid-air, mere inches away from Max! He cried out in surprise, turning frantically as he tried to spot his attacker. This gave you just enough time to toss two more canisters at him. Two more resounding explosions, and Max was being smothered in a rapidly expanding material that was now threatening to smother him.
By some unspoken coordination, the Wild Pack chose this time to come out of hiding and fire their tethers up at him. A credit to their skill and training, each cable tether hit its mark and wrapped themselves around his arms and torso. The energy that had been pouring out of his hands was now traveling down the cables, being transferred to whatever energy stores had been prepared beforehand.
Max was struggling wildly, being pulled down against his will. You, of course, were contributing by dragging him closer with a webline. As soon as he was within range, you pulled yourself into the air latched onto his back.
He was squirming and wriggling like a grub, but you put it all out of your mind as you delivered a savage punch to the back of his head. It whipped forward violently, but you could tell that he was still conscious, so you didn’t let up. Over and over, you clobbered the thieving engineer, feeling a jolt of energy run through your body with each strike.
By the time he touched the ground, he wasn’t moving anymore. The only evidence of him still being alive was his chest rising and falling faintly every so often.
<span class="mu-b">“Target secured.”</span> said a member of the Wild Pack, inching forward with his rifle raised. His squadmates were doing the same, moving until they had fully surrounded their captive.
Another group of mercenaries were carrying in a silver ring of some sort. It appeared to be made of high tech components that you couldn’t quite identify.
<span class="mu-b">“Let’s wrap this up.”</span> said a woman with dark hair and even darker eyes.
(Cont.)
