The team escaped the dock compound, with only Recluse taking any injury. They fled to a now abandoned part of Brooklyn, Jackson carrying the captive guard, while Vaiden guided the team to a place he called 'The Nest'. A tall, derelict apartment complex marked their destination. "What the hell is this place," Carter groaned upon viewing the wretched building. Vaiden swung up to a window on the top floor to one of the only intact windows on the building and opened it. As he let the team in he gestured around and sang, "Nature, nurture, heaven, and home." He laughed to himself, "This is The Nest! Where Mr Brute and I get all our spiderwork done, and uh this is where I live. Sometimes Mr Brute has a sleepover, too." Vaiden walked across the room to another window. This one had a small arm with a panel hanging out of it. "I've, uh, borrowed a few things to get power in here, can't do running water though." Max, The Arachnomancer, inspected one of the makeshift solar systems attached to a window. Electricity began to spark from his fingers as he cast a minor electrifying spell. Vaiden reacted sharply, "H-hey, man! These are delicate systems! You can't look at them wrong witho-" but was abruptly cut off. A small bit of energy jumped from Max's spell into the system. For the first time ever, the lights in the building stabilized as the power draw equalized. "A trivial matter, my friend," Max smiled and patted Vaiden's shoulder, "I was trained by the best!"

"Why don't you just contact Strange and have him help us locate the Brimstone heads?"

"He doesn't answer my phone calls anymore," sighed Max. Their casual conversation was interrupted by maddened yelling. "Where am I? You kidnapped me!" Their captive had awoken, blindfolded and bound to a rusting foldable chair. "For the record, I don't agree with this. Take off her blindfold and let her go," Vaiden chimed in before anyone else could answer. "And let her report us to the National Police? The time to protest this decision was at the docks," Jackson growled in reply. Without another word he tipped the woman's chair back, catching it just before she hit the ground. "Tell us what you know of the operations at the dock. We're after your bosses, not you," the gargantuan size of the man was evident in his voice alone, and she picked up that maybe he had done this before. "Who the hell do you think I am? I was working a job! Does your boss tell you everything about the company you work at?" The woman fumed, rage and desperation wrestling for control of her tone.

"Look." Vaiden squeezed in between Goliath and the woman, pulling the chair back upwards with his toe. "This isn't right, let's end this Guantanamo stuff before it starts, let her go, and-"

"We need answers," Jackson interrupted.

"She has something, I know her employer. Even a half wit could gleam something from the inside. I know I did." The mountainous man's contorted brow sneered down at the woman. "Fine," she sighed in defeat. "I picked up a name, Vincent, thats all I know. This was the only job I could get," she looked up, towards Vaiden, "you know what its like trying to live with a criminal background in this country." Vaiden shuffled his feet uncomfortably. "We've got enough here. I'll take her to a street far from here. When I get back we'll analyze that data I got from the warehouse along with the documents you both recovered." Vaiden's tone dropped its familiar playfulness completely. He put the blind fold back on her and untied her legs from the chair, "I'm leaving your arms tied so you can't remove the blindfold. If the police found me here, it could be very bad." She made no acknowledgement at all.

Before long, the blindfold was off again, and the moon glinted in her vision once more. They were on a pothole laden street in the middle of what once was Chinatown. "I'm sorry to leave you here, but from experience, I know you can handle yourself. I'm sorry about the other guys. We may all have the same goal, but they have people they deeply care about on the line. I,-" he paused for a moment as his hand nervously rubbed the back of his masked hood, "-don't really have that." The woman's face still bore a scowl, but it had softened somewhat, "I get that," her voice was sharp, "but so does everyone else out here."

"I know, I know. Thats why we do whag we do. If you feel like we do," he handed her a folded slip of paper, "this will get you in contact with me." With a thwip of his wrist, he was slinging away before she could look back up, "Oh! And leave that Tyranodude out of it! He seemed like a twat!" The spider yelled as he swung further and further away. The woman looked back at the paper, "Fucken idiot didn't even get my name," she chuckled to herself as she placed it in her pocket. Back at The Nest, the rest of the spiders were busy analyzing the documents they had recovered. They found an address to match with the name they were given, one that Jackson vaguely recognized from his time with the mafia. As Vaiden returned, he poured over the data he copied onto the USB with his trusty old thinkpad lovingly referred to has the SpiderPad. The data he recovered brought a complete picture of their next objective. First, some electronic documents with some physical ones helped patch together the contents of a specific shipping container. Flicker read it off the screen over Vaiden's shoulder. "Four undisclosed religious artifacts, two boxes of something called a Null Collar, various other items, and... Holy shit.. One superhuman specimen?" The young boy's mind raced, piecing together information like it is used to doing. "People disappearing off the street, the expansion of the war fronts in Europe, the event that gave you (Vaiden) and Jackson your powers? This is all connected, somehow." His team stared blankly at him for a second. Jackson slammed his fist on the table, "Hell yeah, what the kid said. What are we waiting for?" Into the night, the team took flight once more.

A lone compound outside the edge of the city stood before them. It was an eccentric house, yet the midnight air bathed it in a sinister darkness. Not a single sign of life touched the place. "I'm going in," Max placed his hands together to prepare his mind to leave his body. He shouted a chant, his teams returning muffled protests of its volume, but Max had already slipped away from his body. Over the fence he floated, the house had an impressive backyard, with great oaken double doors that guarded anyone from entering. no way this isn't protected, Max thought as he passed right through the large guardians. OK, dispute the suspicion, he pressed on into a luxurious modern interior. There was but a single light on down a hallway at the other end of the living room he was standing in. Once again, nothing impeded his astral form. The room revealed a frightening scene; a shrouded man, who could hardly be described as a mafia boss, was kneeling before a flaming figure clad in a white suit. His head was but a skull exuding flames, and his teeth were outright vampiric. "Vincent, your recklessness is beginning to outweigh your usefulness. Attacking my labs for your own gain? Now these endless security breaches? I think you have forgotten who holds the leash."

"My Lord, I-"

The mob boss never finished his sentence. The hellfire man had locked eyes with him, and as he did Vincent's own turned to cinders, transmuted to ash in a glance. He slumped to the floor, and silence fell for a few seconds. Max nervously floated near, instinct keeping him to the shadows still. The monstrous man lumbered over to a box of collar shaped objects, he seemed to count them over, and then turned to a long box perched upon a wall. Max braved himself and floated closer. He can't see me, nobody can, he reassured himself as he moved ever closer to the burning man in white. Outside, Vaiden was getting impatient. "What's taking so long? He should be in and out, his invisible and intangible basically," he began to pace as he spoke.

"Maybe he's just getting a good look around, relax," Carter said lazily, as he lay on the ground. Vaiden stopped suddenly, and looked at both his allies, "No, they had some unknown artifact shit on that container. What if its a trap?"

"Wait, Vaiden," Jackson growled.

"Fuck that. Something is wrong," he was gone with a thwip before his sentence ended. Jackson ripped behind him enraged, "What do you think you'll do? Just open the backdoor?" Vaiden put his hands on each twisted iron ring and pulled, and the doors weren't even locked. They flung open, Vaiden held on in surprise and one of the doors carried him out of the Goliath's way. The mountain of a man was stopped dead in his tracks, "It was unlocked.. Did Max-" the baritone voice was interrupted by choking sounds followed by a thud. Their spidersenses flaired, t came from the other end of the living room. Back in the room with the man in white, Max had advanced closely to the right. He peered at the pine box, one fiery hand ripped the lid clean off, while the other snapped like a viper around the neck of Max. "It would appear that we have an unexpected guest to your Ascension, Peter". The other hand rose from the box, firmly grasping a bruised and broken man in a red and blue uniform with spider motifs. Max was thrashing between the hellish grip that should not have been, before pausing in utter shock. In this moment, Goliath and Vaiden exploded through the door, while Carter phased in through the wall the door used to be attached to.

"Spider-Man!?" Vaiden and Goliath reacted immediately, pouncing in a strike formation at the demon defiling their idol. Both men were swatted aside with the effort of a child tossing a toy that had lost its interest. "Not now, gentlemen. It is blasphemous to interrupt a priest delivering blessings from the Lord," the man in white's jaw nearly unhinged. His needle fangs seemed to extend amid the horrid scene. Peter's eyes opened slightly and a weakened voice escaped from his bleeding lips, "Run."

The fangs sank into his neck, igniting the area of entry with eerie flames. They danced unnaturally across Peter's body, removing flesh and revealing bone, and flame. The same horrible, screaming flames of the Man In White. The agony of Peter's face was soon replaced with the glintless stare of an empty skull consumed by hellfire. His red and blue suit melted to black and burned red while the spider insignia warped to reveal a skull on its thorax. The Man In White chuckled, and seemed to fade from view. "You are all," Peter's voice was joined by a chorus of demonic copies and reverberations, "GUILTY!" As the chorus sang, the hellfire spider thwiped his wrist, and fiery hooked chains erupted from twisted and warped web slingers. The two spiders felt the attack before it came, Vaiden somersaulted gracefully over. Jackson, the towering brute, slapped the chain targeting him and deflected it upwards. Carter was already doing his thing, and the hellfire chains passed right through him. Then there was, Max. He was just entering the room again, "You left my body outsi-" a chained wrapped around his arm, slicing his side. Consequently, he was also pulled towards the Hell Spider.

"Peter! This isn't you, man!" The struggling form of Max appeared in his peripheral vision. He slung a web to the wall behind the Hell Spider, pulled quickly with all his might, and connected a fist to the side of the flaming skull. Goliath followed from the other side with meteoric force behind his boulder hand. The Hell Spider took both shiners with minimal reaction, but The Arachnomancer was about to tip the balance. With both web amulets he stuck webs to a high point on the corner of the room. Like a slingshot he pulled himself from the ground where the chain had pulled him and toppled the Hell Spider at his legs. The thing squeeled in anger, frustrated with the skill of his foes. Carter added insult to injury, phasing his form into the flaming skeleton. His mind focused on the individual atoms of his body, unphasing and phasing them fast enough to not be burned. He picked at the atoms of what seemed to posses Peter, hoping to find a separation between the two. Oh, no- the thought stung his mind, this thing is Spiderman. His meddling was not just for inquiry, the abrasive proding also interfered with the Hell Spider's movements. Another soul piercing scream erupted from the fiery demon and a chain quickly followed. It bolted to the ceiling, pulling the Hell Spider to his feet. During the movement he returned the favor to Max, knocking the Arachnomancer's legs from beneath him in revenge.

Another chain targeted Goliath, but the gargantuan spider was ready this time, and caught the flaming chain. It burned and bit at him, but he did not let go. Instead, he gave it a mighty tug, sending the Hell Spider tumbling towards him and into his hulking knee. Seeing this, Vaiden turned the attack into a pinch as he drop kicked the Hell Spider's back. All the demon did in return was cackle. He grabbed onto Jackson, stating right into his eyes. "YOU WILL BE PUNSIHED," The hellfire holes of eyes reached for the brown irises hiding beneath a mask. "Not today!" An icicle shot through the arms of the Hell Spider, and pinned him to the wall. Two more followed, pinning his legs. Max made a risky shot, and it seemed to pay off. Vaiden barked orders on instinct, "Max, cast that thingy you did on that weird bugcat thing you summoned at the sanctum!"

"I said not to talk about that!", the Arachnomancer's hands worked as his mouth protested. Strange sigils flickered around him with a ghastly wind. The sigils wrapped around the Hell Spider. Dagger words stabbed from the sorcerer's mouth at the creature, "Sicut déficit fumus defíciant; sicut fluit cera a fácie ígnis, sic péreant peccatóres a fácie Dei." The spell reached its peak with a blinding emission of light. As quickly as it came it faded, leaving behind the haunting immolated cackling of the Hell Spider. "What? That should have worked. The only way that wouldn't work is if he's not..." Max trailed off.

"Possessed," Carter solemnly replied, "this isn't a Spirit of Vengeance we are dealing with. That's Spider-Man," his voice trembled with fear, and a touch of awe. "ENOUGH," the Hell Spider had enough, flames erupted around him along with a flurry of chains whipping in all directions. Metal links collapsed Flicker's legs, Arachnomancer was knocked back by a multitude of chain and flame, but Goliath caught the massive chain addressed to him, and bore only the heat of the flames with a stern grit. Vaiden suffered the most, his light frame was thrown back by the force of the flames. In mid flight a hooked chain buried itself into the left side of his abdomen, and forcefully pulled him back towards the Hell Spider. "YOUR SOULS ARE TAINTED. YOU WILL ALL BE PURGED IN HOLY FLAME," the chorus shrieked at the group as Vaiden slid to its feet. It picked him up by his neck, struggled as he might, he was too injured to break free.

This moment of opportunity is what Goliath had been waiting for. He grasped the chains hard enough to dent the paranormal metal yanked, Vaiden still in hand, the Hell Spider propelled towards Goliath. Another massive fist met a boney cheek and the tables had been turned. Recluse managed to sling to the ceiling during the action and painfully held on. The room had caught fire from the Hell Spiders powerful rebuke and the flames began to eat at the infrastructure. With their assailant vulnerable, Flicker again played with his atomic makeup by phasing, the burn from the supernatural fire burned hotter this time, but he persevered. His strange abilities locked up the Hell Spiders movements long enough for his team to take action. Max had noticed the fires, and the box of collars on the table. While Goliath had heaved the Demon Peter, Max grabbed a collar from the box. Carter made his move at the perfect moment, Max slapped the collar on the Hell Spider. He had hoped for it to mimic the effects it had on him when he was Peter Parker, instead it melted away like a tin can. Up on the ceiling, Vaiden was watching, and calculating. If this twisted Spider Man was victorious here, he could easily wreck mass destruction with impunity. Whatever Max's plan was just now, did not work, they had run out of options this time.

Vaiden swallowed the race thoughts overtaking his mind and let go of the ceiling. He twisted his leg into powerful weapon directed at the Hell Spider, delivering eight tons of force to his eye socket. The flames on the Hell Spider sputtered, "You were the one who taught me anyone could wear this mask!" Vaiden screamed, holding back tears behind his own spider mask. The flames on the Hell Spider reduced to smoke, its eye sockets staring at Vaiden. A stray tear fell from the edge of the socket before evaporating rapidly, then the smoke begin to spark again as the flames kicked back up. Vaiden clinched his fist, and delivered it to the same point he had just kicked. Cracks ran through the entire skull, and the indomitable Hell Spider collapsed to his side. The smoking skull lost its paranormal qualities and as Peter fell his flesh returned to him. Vaiden caught him before he hit the ground.

"Recluse, my name is Peter Parker," the webslinger's voice whenced with each word. "They're hunting everyone and turning them into these things. Everyone is gone or in hiding. You all have to stop them." Vaiden's heart heaved at the weight of what he'd done. "Hold on, we can get you to a hospital! Or maybe the Strange will know what to do! Just- "

"Hey," Peter cut him off, "You're wearing the mask now, Spider-Man."

His eyes closed, and he went limp. The team stood there in silence. Most of them had looked up to the man they now knew as Peter Parker. Vaiden slowly rose, with Peter in his arms. "You heard him," his voice was uncharacteristically dark. They slung out of the building, and didn't stop until they arrived in a bkur at St. Patrick's Cathedral. They left Peter inside laying in front of the altar. As they were leaving everyone but Vaiden mulled over what to do next. "We need answers, again,," Jackson growled. "We should go to the Sanctum. Strange will know what to do." Max chirped in reply.

"I thought he didn't answer your calls," Carter's keen memory couldn't resist the jab.

"He doesn't have to, I live there! Remember?" Max clapped back. The chatter was cut short, as the team approached the block containing the New York Sanctum they were greeted with disaster. Where the Sanctum once sat was an empty lot. The street and neighboring buildings featured serious burn marks. Police lined the area and treated it like a crime scene. "What happened," Max exclaimed, "I'm going to ask those cops!" He began to take off when Jackson stopped him, "Don't be ridiculous, you talk to them and you'll have the state hounds after us. Its fucking illegal to be like us. Strange was lucky he was, well, strange." Again in the span of just a few hours they were directionless. "I'm going back to the nest." It was the first thing Vaiden had said in hours. He sulked away towards the ruined encampment. Without any leads, everyone else followed. They arrived to the rooftops, still debating what to do next. As the rest of the team climbed the ruined stairwell to the nest, Vaiden sat on the rooftop. Jackson noticed, and stopped to sit next to him. The smaller spider took his mask off and just stared at it, tears falling onto the eye panels. Jackson rested his mountainous hand on Vaiden's shoulder. "I killed Peter Parker," he gripped his mask and sobbed as the sun began to rise.

The year is 2028, after a successful election democracy has been usurped in the USA. Reformed in the fires, the military branch of the US government resurfaces as the First American Christian Forces. This new army was equipped with fanaticism and loyalty as it furiously burst from American shores. Within a few short years its global reach morphed into an iron fist, and its sights focused on the few remaining alliances. With such unprecedented expansion and supremacy, something was happening deep behind the public eye.

Vaiden Strider, Codename: Recluse, spider power set, homeless petty thief but wants to help people. OP's character

Jackson Brute, Codename: Goliath, ex-mafia, strong but not too bright, loves his grandma, character of friend "Sly'

The Arachnomancer, sorcerer also with spider powers (totem), Doctor Strange always ignores his phone calls, character of friend 'Nate'

Carter Montgomery, Codename: Flicker, phase\teleport power sets, 16 year old "genius", character of friend 'J'

Narrator (DM) is my brother, we'll just call him DM.

The first session begins with Vaiden and Jackson on the hunt for Brimstone Mafia members. They've become brazen recently, and the police ignore them due to their strength and the way they mostly damage poor communities. The team was working on narrowing down the location of a shipment dock used by the Brimstone Mafia when they received a sudden message from the New York Sanctum. Having never been there they were confused, until the message revealed an undisclosed item was stolen from the Sanctum. Strange had tracked it to a shipping dock in Eastern New York, and was sending a sorcerer "who fits well with your team" to meet them at the dock. They arrive only to be met with what Vaiden described a "knockoff strange in a party city spiderman mask" and to the spiders surprise, a young lad with enigmatic powers. Without many options the four agreed to work together to bust this crime ring.

Three goals were set; find the destinations these shipping containers were meant for, search the containers for the stolen sanctum relic, and uncover the head of the operation. With these goals in mind the team split up according to a plan. Flicker will search a ship currently resting in the dock, The Arachnomancer will use his astral form to search the shipping containers, and the two spiders will sneak into the warehouse to gleam what info they could from the systems there. An imperfect, but solid plan. Or so we thought.

As soon as it is set into motion the Arachnomancer thinks it would be a better idea to follow the three guards patrolling the dock and eavesdrop on them. While they do hold continuous casual conversation, the only thing picked up here was that the guards were just hired goons, and they seemed to have qualities of superhumans. But this did not discourage the Arachnomancer, he stuck to them like molasses and forgot his main objective.

Over on Flicker's side of things, he was having trouble entering the boat. He didn't want to alert anyone, but could not decide the best way to hide. After teleporting onto the top of the boat, he was able to peek inside and see a restroom he could quickly phase into from above. But, he didn't check the restroom before phasing all the way in, and landed right in front of a scared worker on the toilet. Now would have been a good time to dip, or maybe phase into a lower deck to hide. Instead, Carter decides he will simply phase into the wall in front of him. Which, to his misfortune, lead into a break room. This break room had 3 occupants enjoying their mafia gifted lunches. Carter can't turn invisible, just phase. Everyone in the break room draws their holstered weapons as they watch a teenager walk straight through a wall into their break room. Carter let's out a meek "Hi" before turning to phase through another wall.

At this point, the flustered bathroom goer has come out and alerted his superiors. Alarms begin to blare, and the teenager has very limited time to find what he is looking for. His pivot saved him as he phased through another wall, and this time ended up phasing inside of a mafia personnel in the hallway. The personnel is panicking as someone is going through their own body, and Carter is just trying to get to the door on the other side of them. His blind leaps finally pay off, and he finds himself in the captains quarters with shipping manifests opened on the desk.

Now, let's go back in time just a few minutes, before Carter startled an entire ship of mafia while apparently trying to be sneaky. The Spiders are perched right outside of the warehouse on the dock. They believe their teammates are performing competently. Eyeing the outside, they spot a wall with bad camera coverage and scale it to reach the roof. Atop the roof, there are multiple skylights to peer through. Vaiden recounted the items being packaged, drugs, weapons, contraband, the usual. But in each shipment, strange collar-like devices were packaged. "Sometimes, I wish I was a photographer or a journalist. I could take pictures of this shit and document it." Vaiden chuckled before waving his hand for Jackson to follow him. They made their way over to another skylight. Under this one, storage racks were stocked full of various sized crates. "Thats a lot of product," Jackson remarked. As he was admiring the work, he ducked a little, and noticed the managerial offices at the north end of the warehouse. "Good fucken lookin', my guy!" Vaiden exclaimed ad he hurried across the roof.

The Recluse leaned over the edge of the tall building. At the bottom corner, he could see a stair and ramp that lead to large double doors. He shook his head in dissatisfaction and peered over the other side of the corner. There was a single door with a small set of stairs leading to it. "I bet thats the big dog entrance right there," and without warning he crawled down the side of the building. Jackson, having worked with Vaiden enough, was short to follow. A tiny rectangular window was featured in the center of the door, which revealed a shred of office space and two occupants. "Its locked," trailed Vaiden in a disappointed tone. His accomplice simply moved the spider back with his massive hand. Mr Brute took a second to assess the room. Raised his left hand in a count down, and did his best version of a controlled destruction on the door. With lightning reactions, the spiders followed the door off its hinges and came in slinging. Vaiden's webs grabbed the far wall and flung him over the occupant furthest from them. As he cut through the air above the office worker, he caccooned them in webbing. Unfortunately for the other man, Jackson dealt with him. Mr Brute has rather unusually sized webslingers. They fit on his tree trunk wrists as gauntlets would, and the webs they emit are much larger than average. The office man sat in his chair was flung head over heel with extreme force as Goliath's webs connected to his face. He was instantly rendered unconscious at contact.

The spiders didn't waste a second of their newfound reign. Jackson claimed a door that appeared to lead to the rest of the employee facilities, while Vaiden found his mark in the executive office. It was small, for an executive office, but the air of importance still filled the room. He sat at the desk and woke the computer, which promptly asked for a password. His eyes scanned for a sticky note, a piece of paper, anything that could have a password written on it. He found nothing. Tapping his fingers to fight the desperation, his thoughts raced. He looked down at the keyboard and flipped it over, under it, written in sharpie, was a string of mixed numbers and characters. The Recluse laughed to himself as the string granted him entry. But it was cut short as he viewed the most horrendously crowded desktop he had ever seen. Fuck that, he thought, and plugged in a thumb drive. Instead of digging through it under duress, he dropped the entire desktop onto his thumb drive. Meanwhile, Jackson had grown bored of watching the empty employee hall and decided to sneak around the wider builder. He found himself in a document storage room at the end of the hall he was watching. As he was pouring over filing cabinets to find any useful information on the facility, the door at the factory facing end of the room began to creep open.

As soon as the employee came through the door Goliath's palm gripped her head like a baseball. He pulled her into the room and pinned her to a corner on the ceiling with his webslingers. Eventually someone will find these people, he thought to himself. As soon as the thought finished, he found an inventory sheet of the wares that passed through the facility this quarter. Just as a smile crept across his face, alarms sounded all over the entire property. Spider-sense screaming, Jackson flew to the room he last saw his partner in. Vaiden was already there, "What did you do!?", he yelled.

"What did you do!?" replied Jackson.

Another tingle shot through their brains, directing them towards the docks. The men nodded at each other, and retreated back the way they came. It is here we return to the Arachnomancer, who has spent this entire time still following the patrol unit in his astral form. He has learned nothing, he has ignored his objective, he realizes neither of these things. The only thing that broke him from his self assigned task were the dazzling sounds of alarm sirens erupting across the property. Startled, he decided it best to return to his body. His teammates greeted him along with the physical realm. The spiders shared what they had found, but the other half of the team was shy coming about. "So, both guys who can just move through shit fucked up?" Before the crescendo of retorts had time to build the spider-sense gripped three quarters of the team's minds. A presence had just launched itself fifteen feet in the air, rattling the web of senses ferociously. "Four targets! Rail six, container four!"

The voice rang tall in midair, alerting the other two pieces in his unit. In the backdrop of night he was nearly undetectable, only coming into vision as his reentry into the floodlights bathed him. He landed behind a derailed shipping container, and safe from the heros' line of sight he launched it at them. It flew with the grave of weightlessness, betraying the immense weight behind it. Flicker phased his body in preparation, The Arachnomancer pulled himself to safety with his web amulets, but Recluse and Goliath stood firm. The container dropped ever closer, without so much as a drop of fear. Goliath flexed, and ripped the container from the air effortlessly. A primal roar reverberated from his lungs and the container bolted from his hands at twice the speed it had before. The moment Goliath's palms left the container, Recluse clung to it. As it twirled its way back to the sender, the spiders revealed their hand. Recluse slung a net of webbing, and dismounted the container with a graceful somersault. The guard was entrapped in the web net, and the shipping container came down to meet him. "How dare you make a fool of Tyranoskull!" The anger seeped from the webbed netting. The guard, now known as Tyranoskull, was so massive the storage container rolled off of his trapped body. Without missing a beat, Recluse fired another web net, targeting one if the other remaining guards. He was pinned without a fight. "You can keep this up and end up like your friends," Vaiden's wisecracking was cut off. The last remaining guard threw her helmet to the floor, eyes beaming red. Her muscles contracted and that same burning red energy moved from her eyes to her legs, catapulting her higher than Tyranoskull had jumped earlier. She reappeared above Recluse, her knee dropping down on his back with unimaginable force. The container they were on cratered, at its epicenter Recluse laid limp with the powerful woman standing over him.

Rage enveloped Goliath, and the Arachnomancer saw an opportunity. A 2 foot wide right hook was barreling towards the woman's face not a moment later, at the same time an icey surprise brewed behind the woman. Jackson's fist connected to the woman's face, if she weren't a mutant its likely it would have been liberated from her shoulders. The strike knocked the woman prone, and before the stars left her eyes, an eighty pound block of ice collided with her stomach before becoming ephimeral once more. Defeated, the woman mimicked Vaiden's defeat. Jackson lifted the smaller spider to his feet, who rose at a shakey and unsteady pace. Recluse attempted to protest, but Jackson packed the woman into his webbing, intent on interrogation. The team fled the scene before the other two guards could break from their captivity.

Next stop, The Nest