(I'm just going to edit this whole thing called a story, maybe more words and story in past chapters?.... i think for an extended amount of time?... um well... read this for now?)
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"There are bags full of narcotics and of human trafficking... how the hell was this place still running?" One NYPD officer said as he looked through multiple bags with gloves and a mask in the background.
"When are those ambulances and ladders coming?" Said another random cop looking at people who are either knocked out, webbed down, or hanging out on the ceiling.
"Holy damn... this w-Was Mox right?, look at this man... bruised up, missing a few teeth, and oh god what the hell happened to his leg? Looks he won't be walking with that anymore."
"y-yeah, right..." another but nervous cop looked at the area, he's looking at every piece of evidence being picked up or getting discovered, he's been protecting this area for awhile, letting these men do what they wanted here with his patrols, but now they got caught his lost of income from them also gone, hes going to have to think of something to fix this, but only having one idea for it.
"He's been a suspect for 5 years, and we never had anything hard on him, but now this whole place and the people from the docks just solidified his capture..." Another officer said as he takes notes of everything worth noting down.
"We found him like this when we got here, mox here seems like he was the target for someone seeing as hes the most badly beat up individual here, oh and catch" another tossed a bagged hard drive containing more evidence of mox and whoever else was dealing with him from what was seen on the computer.
"Rookie got this from one of the rooms and-..."
"damn!, look at the size of this guy here! He's like 8 ft! He's gonna need a bigger stretcher, Hey! could i take a picture together with this one!"
A woman with black hair was about to take a selfie with the biggest guy here who was knocked out with missing teeth.
"Say cheese~"
*step*
"Watanabe." the Sergeant came in through the doors looking at the mess, and seeing his rookie, he ordered, as she drops the 8 ft tall mans head back on the ground.
"Take the evidence to the vehicles."
"Uh, yes, Stacy, sir...*sigh*" she goes around grabbing the evidence from the smiling officers as she heads out the door.
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"So *sigh* What am I working with tonight?." said Sargeant Stacy as he looked around the club.
all the officers in the room are looking around and seeing the same answers they're going to make, with some making smirks and other more veteran officers having disapproving looks.
"A someone who really wanted this bald fella right here sir"
"*sigh~* Mox, who else did you piss off" he stops to look around and see the damage and mess, the injured crooks, cons, and a murderer who's hanging upside down, knocked out, and is slightly dripping what looks to be piss.
"get this man down, and take this white nonsense off him."
"They're actually more like webs, sir,"
"Whatever they are, get him down. as for those ones that are up there," he points to the other individuals who are at the vary top of the two story ceiling.
"Call the fire department. Its to high for our ladders"
With his command, his men start to go back to work as he starts to hear news reporters outside this club.
"gonna be a long night huh?"
he looks over to point at the rookie who just finished passing through the hall and into this hidden part of the place.
"Hey rookie! give me a 'thorough' review and report when your done, I'll be in my vehicle when you pass the reports"
"b-"
she was about to say her complaints but was stopped short by Stacy as he walks passed.
"no buts, Watanabe, consider this training and making an effort to be professional."
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"*sigh* ah man~" she put her head down reconsidering her past actions.
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Peter didn't really know what else to do as he rested on top of a building. He looked down, seeing the red and blue flashing lights, thinking to himself.
'I'm tired' actually he has nothing to think about as he leans against a railing on a building. (what i see when i wrote this, i guess...pic)
My reason for finding the bald man who-whatever-his-name-was is because I saw some papers from Mr.Stacys' room and how they were stacked up. How did I see them? well, a week ago I was told to get Mr.Stacys keys from his room and come down the apartment... so I looked around because of my bad curiosity... and saw bald head man's picture, even said he was part of the Maggia, hence the reason I went.
"*yawn~* I wonder how much damage I did to them... probably not much if they were getting away with most of all this stuff anyways. "
he takes out his phone, looking through cameras around his area, maybe he'll find something else to do... or go home and sleep... but he had other plans, as he pressed the screen making it audibly ding.
"I'm just going to go back *Stretching~cracks* owww, My back... it feels better now i thi-"*crack* "ah"
As he stretched some more, he walked forward to the other side of the buildings railing.
he spins around to dash forward off the building and at the vary edge he jumps high in the air and as he comes down he uses his webs to fling himself across multiple buildings, as his hood flaps around his head as his goggles adjust to the change in altitude and speed.
*wind flying past ears as he swings forward*
'I should make it home in about 30 minutes with this speed'
"Well... I'm done here, "
*Fwip!*
and with a single fast and heavy push off the ground, he flings himself up in the night sky.
he takes one last flip as he takes a look at the city, then he dives back down below the streets, swinging towards the best and last thought in his head... his favorite sweet soft comfort inducing bed.
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<1 hour later>
*pat* Peter landed on the side of the apartment building, crawling inside his room through the window as he yawns and falls onto his bed.
'Let's finish up on those projects another time...'
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As Peter closes his eyes as the night city of new york keeps its nightly active people occupied, some night news talk about the happenings of tonight and others on TV show cops arresting masked individuals near docks and other channels show the fire department getting men down from what looks to be white sticky ropes.
TV - "w-were getting photos and video from a unknown source detailing a-"
unknown photos and videos start to show in newscast and social networks overriding them with information showing the deeds of mox and any who worked with him, even showed corruption of some.
...~
*snooty snoring*
*chirping of a single bird outside Peter's window*
a bird woke him up as he shoots his web at the perpetrator, he misses as it flies away.
*tch*
he grabs his pillow covering his head from both noise and sound but he only knew it would be both pointless and unnecessary as the voice of gwen knocked loudly at his door.
*From behind door* "Peter! Hey! Peter! Peter! Hey!"
'note to self, get noise cancelation walls or whatever headsets'
"*haaah* Gwenm Its Sunday*muffled*, let this be your warning, don't wake me up pleasse"
*jab, tap, poke*
"Hmm, what's the warning?"
'I thought I locked that door...'
I look from under my pillow to see my dearest. Annoying. Friend. Crouching beside my bed.
*poke*
"*haaah, muffled* I thought my lock would work"
"well it did a few moments ago, but it was actually really easy to bypass the mechanism by giving it... a short 'safe' shock."
*muffled*"Safe huh?"
"peace of advice," she said, "make it a little more difficult~"
"noted"
"Now whats the warning?"
"meh, never mind"
*jab~*
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I sit on my bed looking through my note book, mostly just making designs for gadgets that would only work if he made them himself, but i don't want this to be another small bot incident with many failures under that gadgets name, and I'm still working on the right sizes for it... but it gets boring to work on it, knowing it's only useful for recon.
"*breaths* wonder if this'll be were I stop this before it gets to serious..." then hes reminded of the rush that fills him using the abilities...
*sigh...haha* "I'm getting addicted to this, aren't I?"
he lays down placing his note book down beside him looking at his ceiling but later gives a small smile.
Thinking what he'll do tomorrow, but for now he'll- *burst! Psssst* '...damn' he'll clean the web fluid in his closet and maybe after that tweek his 'spider' bot.
*whispers* "you Gotta be kidding me"
(this felt... small... like i could have put this chapters words in previous ch...*sigh* maybe ill give this a thorough edit at some point...)