the docking bays of new york, used for transport of goods and shipment, and right now is being used for something unthinkable for normal people, as 2 delivery trucks and 2 vans are parked in a old werehouse, the men in the vans start getting out with 8 of them all together, opening the back trucks they start grabbing victims of human trafficking and organ trafficking out.
"Alright! Let's get to work. "
""Yes, boss, ""
...
Shipping containers in the dark part of the bay are filled with people, with their heads covered with a sack and are being tied to the walls of the containers.
The hooded men doing this are either smoking away the time as if this was normal, and others taking their time with bringing the other sacked covered 'merchandise' from the old werehouse.
they are a part of mox's gang and it's an organization that does whatever it can to get money, power, and control.
*Mhnp!, blegh* "Wait! You can't do this! I have a family!"
*Smack!*
"Shut it up, I'm on my smoke break," the smoking man said.
"I-i have a f-family..." Said the family man as his head is lowered down.
"Oh, really now?, you want your family to join you? *snicker* I can have that arrange"
"n-No!" The man looked up quickly, looking for mercy.
*Smack!*
"*Hah* like you had a choice to begin with, they are already waiting for you.*snicker*"
the family man was gagged again with tears in his eyes as he was taken to the shipping container with the other merchandise waiting.
"Hey borus!, where do you want this one?"
he called to the one smoking on a wooden crate passing the time.
"Put it in with the rest. We need to get this done before sunrise. Where's Tony?"
"he said he needed to take a shit. Do you have any more smokes?"
"No? Do you have any plans tonight. "
"Yeah, me and a few others are going down at the club, heard their getting new workers*snicker*"
as they were making small talk, a few organ donors started to talk away, ruining the fun.
"H-Hey! We won't tell anyone you were here! Just let us go, please!"
"*sigh* The quiet was good while it lasted, *throws cigarette away*"
One of the men started walking up to the tied man, grabbing the loose talking man.
"a-are you going to let us -*Gah!*"
He started with punching the stomach of the man, with him down he then started kicking him in the chest and face.
"Hey, hey, be careful~. Do you have any idea how much his organs will cost?"
"sorry~, sorry~, just wanted him to shut up,"
borus walked up to the two, picking up the tied man pointing at his body for his colleague.
"his lungs are 500$ each, the stomach is 700$, The heart is 100,000$, if any other of the organs gets damaged from your beatings, then it gets taken out your paychecks, and if I have to... I'll have to sell yours. alright, take him back and make sure you gagged him good"
"o-On it boss"
*twip!* *Mhmf!*
without knowing as borus turned around, his men got taken away in the darkness above the containers.
"*Sigh~* were did those idiots go, Tony!, Marcos!, hork!."
"Is this a joke? For fuck sakes"
walking to the areas some are supposed to be guarding, he found nothing...
"Damn it!" Running back to the human filled containers, he noticed a black shadow crossing above.
'What the hell is that!' grabbing his pistol, he points it above, scanning the area, then he hears running. He points his gun forward, seeing one of his men, Tony!.
"Tony! Where the hell were you!"
"B-Boss! Something is wrong! Where the hell is everybod- *!?*"
...why did he stop?
he turned his head to look where his colleague looked, and on the top of the 2 containers, a face was seen, looking down at them with a white distorted smile with unmoving white eyes.
"Holy shit!" *click*
*Bang!Bang!Bang!*
After a few shots, he runs towards Tony, with him saying something as he past him.
"Did you get him?!" *Twhip* *AhH-*
only for him to get taken above and to hear his screams get cut short, he moves to the werehouse where they parked the vehicles, moving in random directions towards the werehouse he stumbled upon the other guys he lost, all in cocoons with their heads sticking out.
'S-shit!'
*Thud!* *Twhip!*
he looks up only to see Tony being webbed to the walls of the containers and seeing the shadow past with it looking down on him.
It moves too fast to even get a shot out on it, running forward to the werehouse. He sees the lights turned off around the area.
Getting inside, he feels like his heart is in his throat, as he closes the door, making his way towards the van getting his keys, but what he sees is two destroyed vehicles.
*Thud!*
Whatever it is, it's on the rooftop, grabbing his pistol again. He hears footsteps on the metal as it echoes around him.
*step~ step~ step~ tap~*
"What the fuck are you!" *Bang! Bang!*
*step* right behind him, the foot steps stopped as an iron grip around his neck was placed.
"answer a few questions for me..." in the broken side view mirror of the van he sees the white smile, and the unmoving white eyes just behind him.
*tightens grip* "*Gah!* o-okay! Okay, I'll answer!"
...
'that was easy' Peter thought as he slightly untightens his grip on the supposed boss with what he heard from all those men he took down.
"where's the real boss that operates this area"
"I-It's just a few guys! He owns a club i-i could show you yeah!"
"is there other areas that do the same thing here?"
"no! it's just us it's just us, no one else does this okay!"
"Okay, whos bought them?"
"I—I don't know! We don't get those details, I swear!" Borus's voice cracked as he struggled against Peter's iron grip.
"*Gah!*They were already bought!, We were just transporting!"
Peter tightened his hold just enough to make Borus wince. "Try harder. You're not convincing me."
Borus gasped, eyes darting around in desperation, but there was no escape. "Okay! Okay! Please!, I'm just a small boss here!, theres a club down in hells kitchen! the cups Light!*gasping for air*"
Peter stares at the man "mhm, alright, you convinced me" Peter was just going to believe him, as he webbed his face and body to the side of the vehicle.
*Mhmp!?*
'If I don't find anything I'll just take this as a little win, I mean, i already have most of their money'
+376$
...
Peter moved to the containers, pulling the sack off the heads of the men and women. They blinked up at him in confusion, some of them still have shocked faces, others simply staring at him.
"Y-You…you're not with them?" one of the man stammered.
"No" Peter said, with the others helping him to his feet as they walk away.
"here, use this to call what you need." he gave one of them a cellphone.
"Thank you... w-what do we call you?"
"...there's a place that i want you to get the cops at"
...
Peter stepped out the container, The night was still dark so he has some time to spare, with just one more peace of info from that guy, he leaps up, jumping container to container, leaving the witnesses speechless.
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<5 minutes later>
the night city was somehow peaceful up here... with the city streets below me and the sky's above, with me reaching even higher...
swinging across each tower, with every swing I go higher, feeling the wind on my body... but, as i come back down below, taunting me that im still human.
'this is now irreplaceable to me'
looking on his phone in his zip pocket after landing on the many roofs of new york, he looks at his map pinpointing where that club is at.
'hmm, oh?, I think it's just right around here'
he starts looking down, looking for any signs of large groups of people... and then he finds them.
He dropped silently onto a rooftop across the street, eyes locking onto the neon sign, struggling to stay lit. *the lights cup* flickered weakly in the night, while a small line of people eager to get inside.
Peter toggled the enhanced vision in his goggles, sweeping the building for any signs of extra security or other entrances that would give whoever is in there a better escape. And Just as he suspected—guards at the back door, the windows were also tinted to keep prying eyes out. Peter wasn't the type to knock if hes doing this with a mask.
'alright, let's make this quick, cops will be called and will be at the docks, if what i told the victims, they'll say this place... I say I have less then 30 minutes.'
Peter shot a device towards the building with his webs, it then sprouted legs crawling towards the vents.
'alright field test no.67'
in his goggles, a picture of his bug drone was placed in his view as he controls it with his phones screen.
Spotting an open vent on the roof, he shot a web across the street, landing silently atop the club. With a quick twist, he had the vent cover off and his bot was inside, crawling through the cramped duct. The heavy bass of the club's music pounded louder as the bot got closer to the main floor.
'damn, a rat...'
a rat was spotted at the end of the vent, with the rat seeing his drone.
'welp, guess this makes for a good test in the drones defenses'
the rat starts to crawl towards his drone, Peter aims the spider pressing the screen to shoot a line of webbing trapping the rat of the vents walls.
'*breaths* well now i have more uses for excess vials'
...
He reached a grate overlooking the VIP section, it has pretty good noise cancelation. Through the narrow slits, he spotted a group of men around a table, laughing and drinking like they owned the place... oh wait they did... One of them matched Borus's description, the guy running the trafficking deals, mox... he's bald is what he said...
Mox looked every bit the the borus guy had said: late thirties, bald, wearing an expensive suit meant to scream power. Peter watched as mox grabbed a duffle bag from the other man, who nodded in approval after opening it.
"so we good with this purchase fellas?*snicker*"
"now tell me, are the products of good quality?, I don't want contaminated, drugged up goods. you hear me."
"Relax~ we have the best, I assure you."
"mhmm I heard something strange going around this city... something about, a man in the sky"
"what do you mean?, iron man doesn't even know were even here"
mox's client grabbed a laptop with a video tape from some security camera.
He showed him a video detailing one of mox's men getting taken in the sky without notice, with no sound made, without anybody noticing.
"this was a week ago from what I recall, and I heard most of your men are now scared of this man, what do you say?"
"it's just some freak in a mask, and just like the iron man, they aren't going to keep doing this, were free to do what we want like always"
A little plan of his started forming as he quietly removed the grate by pulling it with the drones legs and lowered the bot into the VIP section with its webbing, sticking to the ceiling, blending into the shadows. The small pounding music and dim lights were his only small cover if anything, keeping it hidden as he inched closer to the group with his bot to get more clearer info.
mox's conversation was all about more shipments with clients happy and that the next delivery will be coming, they just need to visit some orphanages... and drugs, It was enough to confirm what he had already suspected...
*Yawn*
with his bot giving him Intel, he jumped down landing on the hard ground, getting up he starts walking towards the front door.
"Oi mate, wait In line like everybody el-"
*Twhip*
no cameras In this area, means I can do this with a more frontal approach, like webbing the two guards to the club wall and kicking the metal front door open.
'alright let's make this quick'