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<span class="mu-r">“I think I’ll take him to the Baxter Building along with the suit. I’m sure they’ll have some questions for him.”</span> you declared.
Sam gave you a weak smile, clearly pleased by your decision.
<span class="mu-r">“Don’t relax just yet. You’re coming with me.”</span>
Sam started to sputter, his eyes growing wide with panic. <span class="mu-s">“A-are you gonna hand me over, too?”</span> he asked, slowly backing away from you.
<span class="mu-r">“Nope. But you do need to own up to what you did. I think they’ll be grateful if you could explain how you exploited their security last time you were there.”</span>
Panic seemed to flash across Sam’s face, but after considering the matter for another minute, he eventually calmed down and resigned himself to his fate.
<span class="mu-s">“Fine. Let’s just get this over with…”</span> he said with a sigh.
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Several hours later, when the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon, you, Sam and a very grumpy Max were waiting in the Baxter Building’s reception room. You had found it easily enough, and to your surprise, you were let through the front door without much of a screening process.
Or rather, you were probably still in the middle of the screening process, as you were denied elevator access, and was told by the cute receptionist to sit down and wait for a member of the team to address you directly.
Not for the first time, Max struggled violently in the chair that you’d webbed him to upon entering the building. He was constantly letting out muffled screams and glaring at you with murderous intent.
<span class="mu-r">“I could knock you out again if that’d make you feel more comfortable.”</span> you offered.
That only served to enrage him even further. You shrugged and took another sip of the complementary soda that had been served to you by the receptionist. Besides the odd looks that she was giving your captive, she was being oddly calm about this whole thing. Perhaps this wasn’t the strangest walk-in she’s had.
Beside you, Sam was fidgeting nervously, apparently finding the gigantic “4” in the middle of the floor very interesting all of a sudden. He looked as if he might run at any moment.
Thankfully, the elevator door opened at the very moment, and a very familiar figure was stepping off to enter the receptionist room. He was a tall man with a decently muscular build, looking to be in his late 30’s or early 40’s at the least. Just like Dr. Strange, his hair was gray on the sides.
Reed approached you with a clear sense of urgency, his white lab coat flapping behind him. You and Sam stood to meet him, the box containing the Slip suit’s remains tucked firmly under your arm.
He glanced between you, Sam and Max, before focusing on the box. You cleared your throat to draw his attention back to you, and he blinked, before giving you a small smile and scratching at the stubble on his chin.
(Cont.)
