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Not wanting to waste any time, you grabbed your gym bag, stuffed your casual clothes into it, along with some money, and ran out the door without so much as an explanation. Cindy and Flint gave you an odd look as you swung past, but you promised to explain once you got back.
You flew through the city, rushing to reach the location that your contact gave you a minute earlier. As much as you’d love to crash this little rally and smash your way through a horde of tear gassed Goblins, you don’t want to draw any unnecessary attention to yourself. Not yet, at least. You and Gobbie aren’t enemies just yet, and you don’t want to tip him off before you go after that shield.
On the way over, you spotted a discarded Goblin mask in the street and snagged it with a webline. This should help you blend in just fine.
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From the sky, you could see that a large crowd had gathered around a large open space in the Queensbridge Projects. As far as shitty neighborhoods went, this was not a good place for a goodie-two shoes like your brother to end up. And from the looks of things, cops are already starting to get more than a little antsy. They’re keeping a close watch on the freaks down there dressed in green and purple, worshiping a psychopath like he’s the second coming of Christ.
And…you were about to become one of them. For today, at least.
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When you exited the building, you were already wearing the mask and purple hoodie that you swiped from your closet at the last second. You had a feeling that there’d be some sort of weird dress code around these parts. It was definitely crowded enough for you to blend in, though. Especially with these goofy-looking masks. No wonder the cops were getting nervous around these guys. They all sounded like fanatics, frothing at the mouth and itching to start trouble at the very first opportunity.
All this carefully concocted chaos allowed you to slide your way towards the front of all this commotion, where a tall, slender man shouted obscenities from a makeshift stage.
His body was wrapped in studded, black leather belts and white bandages, stitched together to cover an emerald scale mail shirt similar to what Gobbie wore. But the most striking thing about his appearance was the large, glowing pumpkin mask that he wore on his head.
And if you didn’t know his name before, then you certainly did now, because everyone around you was feverishly chanting one word, over, and over, and over, and over again.
<span class="mu-g">“Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack!”</span>
As casually as you could manage, you started glancing around, trying to find any trace of your brother. How were you supposed to find him when everyone here looked the same!?
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