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Chapter 10 - 10. Threads of Power

The sunlight streaming over Baltimore did little to ease the weight pressing down on Leroy's chest. The riots had paused, but only for the moment. It was as though the city was holding its breath, waiting for the next spark to reignite the flames. Leroy sat on the edge of the rooftop, his legs dangling over the side, the notebook he always carried balanced precariously on his knee.

The web was quieter now, a faint pulse instead of the overwhelming thrum it had been the night before. But its presence was constant, a reminder of the power he held and the responsibility that came with it. Leroy flipped open the notebook, his eyes scanning the pages filled with theories and sketches. He needed answers—about the web, about the stranger in gray, about everything.

Aisha appeared behind him, her footsteps soft but deliberate. She leaned against the railing, her arms crossed. "You've been staring at that thing for an hour. Find anything useful?"

Leroy sighed, closing the notebook. "Not yet. It's like I'm trying to put together a puzzle, but half the pieces are missing."

"Maybe you're looking for the wrong pieces," Aisha said, her tone thoughtful.

Leroy frowned, turning to look at her. "What do you mean?"

Aisha shrugged. "You keep trying to understand this web like it's some kind of tool. But what if it's more than that? What if it's part of you?"

The thought unsettled Leroy. The web didn't feel like an extension of himself—it felt foreign, something he had to wrestle with just to control. But Aisha's words stuck with him.

"Part of me or not, I need to figure out what it's connected to," he said. "That guy last night wasn't working alone. There's something bigger going on, and the web's tied to it somehow."

Aisha studied him for a moment before nodding. "So where do we start?"

Leroy hesitated. The threads of the web tugged faintly at his consciousness, as though urging him in a direction he couldn't quite pinpoint. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation, letting it guide him.

"There's something…" he murmured, his voice trailing off. "Something in the old docks."

Aisha raised an eyebrow. "The docks? You sure about that?"

Leroy opened his eyes, the certainty in his voice surprising even himself. "Yeah. I don't know why, but I know we need to go there."

The docks were a shadow of what they once had been, a forgotten corner of the city where rusted shipping containers and derelict warehouses stood as monuments to lost industry. The air was damp, heavy with the smell of salt and decay.

As they approached, Leroy felt the web's pull growing stronger. It wasn't just a physical sensation—it was something deeper, like a faint whisper in the back of his mind.

"This place gives me the creeps," Aisha muttered, glancing around.

"Me too," Leroy admitted. "But we're here for a reason."

They moved cautiously, sticking to the shadows. The docks seemed abandoned, but Leroy couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. His senses were on high alert, every sound amplified, every shadow a potential threat.

They reached a large warehouse near the edge of the water, its towering doors slightly ajar. Leroy stopped, his hand instinctively moving to the faint glow of the web stirring in his palm.

"Stay close," he said, his voice low.

Aisha rolled her eyes. "Wasn't planning on wandering off."

Inside, the warehouse was dark, the only light filtering through gaps in the corrugated metal walls. Stacks of crates and rusted machinery created a labyrinth of shadows. Leroy moved carefully, the web in his hands glowing faintly to light the way.

"Over there," Aisha whispered, pointing to a faint glow in the distance.

Leroy nodded, his heart pounding as they crept closer. The glow resolved into a cluster of devices similar to the ones they'd encountered the night before. But these were different—larger, more complex, and pulsing with an unsettling energy.

"Looks like they've been busy," Aisha said grimly.

Leroy examined the devices, his mind racing. He could feel the web's connection to them, a faint thread of energy that seemed to flow through the air.

"These things are… linked," he murmured.

Aisha frowned. "Linked how?"

"Through the web," Leroy said, his voice distant. "It's like they're part of the same system. If we can disrupt one, it might take down the others."

Before Aisha could respond, a voice echoed through the warehouse.

"You're persistent, I'll give you that."

Leroy and Aisha spun around, their eyes locking onto a figure emerging from the shadows. It wasn't the man from the night before, but another stranger, dressed in the same dark clothing. This one carried himself with an air of authority, his expression cold and calculating.

"You shouldn't have come here," the man said, his tone calm but laced with menace.

Leroy stepped forward, the web thrumming in his hands. "Why don't you tell us why you're here? What are these things?"

The man smiled faintly. "They're the future. A new beginning for this city. For the world."

"Your idea of a 'new beginning' looks a lot like destruction," Leroy said, his voice hard.

"Sometimes destruction is necessary," the man replied. "To clear the way for something better."

Leroy didn't wait for the man to make the first move. He sent a strand of web shooting toward him, but the man reacted with startling speed, dodging the attack and drawing a weapon from his belt. The device emitted a high-pitched whine, and Leroy barely had time to dive behind a crate as a bolt of energy seared through the air.

Aisha ducked into cover beside him. "Great. Another one of these guys."

Leroy gritted his teeth, the web thrumming with urgency. "We've got to stop him before he activates those devices."

"Any brilliant ideas?" Aisha asked, her voice tinged with sarcasm.

Leroy glanced at the glowing machines, his mind racing. The threads of the web were all around him, connecting the devices, the man, even the warehouse itself. He just had to figure out how to pull them together.

"I think I do," he said, a faint smile breaking through the tension.