2018-10-11-Alchemax Jersey

Roleplay Log
Name Alchemax Jersey Date October 11, 2018
Location New Jersey 
       Alchemix Genetics. A widespread scientific enterprise loosely associated with OsCorp as one of its many subsidaries, through several shell corporations to give plausible deniability. To the outside, perfectly legal research on genetic diseases takes place, working to cure a variety of DNA based issues.
       On the inside, however, it seems there's more to the local New Jersey branch. Or at least, that's what Spiderman discovered, when he happened to retrace his steps to pick up a misplaced backpack and discovered a pair of people in forensic gear carefully gathering up some spatters of his blood (that he was forced to bleed a bit when some thugs tried to run him over with a pizza van). Being that it's his very own blood that he had to bleed, this was suspicious, especially when the two tried to offer fake police ID. A bit of webbing and some pointed questions later that may or may not have included being dangled from a web from a flagpole (one was a bit afraid of heights as it happened so that was MORE than enough), the two finally broke down and admitted that they were collecting Spiderman's genetic material. And that 'spider broad' that's been around too. No, the other one, not the blonde one. And that they were to return said samples to Alchemax Genetics in New Jersey once collected, where they had apparently done this before.
       Thus Peter suddenly had an important reason to track down Anya and do the heroic teamup that's required when creepy types are collecting your hair and bodily fluids.

Tracking down Spider-Girl is not difficult. He has her phone number. And as he zips away from the guys dangling from the flagpole, he's tapping the button hidden under his mask that activates the voice-dial function of his Spider-Phone (AKA, a Samsung Galaxy, souped up in red and blue with the Ramones singing his song as a ringtone). He's heading toward the George Washington, already on his way to Jersey. And when she picks up, if she picks up, he's quick and to the point. "SG, it's Spidey. Just nabbed a couple thugs who were carrying fake police credentials and trying to collect my DNA for Alchemax -- and they said they're out for yours, too. I'm heading to their Jersey HQ to yell at their COO and possibly smack down some more thugs. Possibly in business suits. If you feel like making your irritation known, c'mon down."

"... what??"

A late night of cramming for her Nanotech Exam tomorrow morning eventually caused irritation, followed by the burning desire to mount some rooftop not far from home. Too much studying? That means its patrol time.

"... GROSS. Yes, I'm coming!"

Reaching up, Spider-Girl taps the little bluetooth earpiece woven into her mask to disconnect the call. Then, she whips her backpack around and retrieves the small, egg-shaped drone of her own design. "Arana?"

At the voice command, the little drone sprouts eight legs, each of which bear small propellors at their tips, and a glowing Spider-Girl emblem appears upon the drone's dorsal shell.

"Jefaturas de Alchemax Jersey." The little spider-drone chirps and rises into the air, rotating around to face westward. "Lleve la manera!"

Moments later, Spider-Girl is slinging from building to building, heading toward the very same bridge Spider-Man is using to reach Jersey. The little spider-drone, nicknamed Arana, is leading the way by flying ahead of her, with a flashing strobe light aimed behind so that Anya can see the way. 

       The building itself is fairly nondescript...very industrial park looking. The difference is the building doesn't have many windows, just a carefully manicured landscaping, a small parkinglot, and a security wall that surrounds it with guards. The ones inside look a bit more well armed than might be normal. There's a main entrance at the front, and a cargo entrance at the back where trucks can pull up to large armored doors. One's there now, unloading. There's also the obligatory rooftop with air conditioning ducts and a roof access. There are a couple lights on in the mostly dark building, so there's definitely still people there at the moment.


It's a big corporate HQ. Spider-Man knows better than to expect it to be empty. At the very least there would be security, and there are going to be security cameras for sure. So Spidey considers the options cautiously from a dark and secluded spot. Truth is this: the cargo entrance seems the safest bet because there ARE people there. It's open, and the people involved are busy. Plus, any noise they might here is probably going to be assumed to be others working to put stuff from the truck away.

If there were time, Spidey might take the opportunity to yoink one of the guys away, knock him out, take his clothes, and start carrying stuff into the building as if he belonged there. Might. But the part of him that screams 'WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY!' every time he gets tired and doesn't want to go out on patrol when he has to teach intro to chemistry at 8:30 AM is reminding him that while there are bad people here, not all of them are bad -- this is a big place, with lots of employees and the idea that all of them are in on the 'let's get some Spider-DNA and make little Spider-Clone-Babies' (or whatever it is they're doing) is patently ridiculous. From a strictly cynical point of view, it's literally impossible to keep that many people from spilling a secret to the government, the media, or a rival business offering them money.

So, instead Spidey heads for that open gateway, carefully looking out for security cams and dodging their lenses -- but checking them out, too. If they're older models, he can knock one or two out along the way by webbing them up if he must. If they're new, he's going to have to seek alternative routes if there are cameras he can't get around. And his plan, of course, is to climb down the wall right over the truck that's backed up to the doors, and then climb along the ceiling while nobody's looking.

They never look at the ceiling.

Jersey. Not enough buildings out here to shake a stick at, much less to travel in style. She eyeballs the headquarters from a distance, plastered up against the side of a midrise with Arana hovering over her shoulder. "Okay. Arana..." She looks up at the little drone with a nervous grin. "Vamos para la azotea. Pendulo."

The little drone has limited AI, but for a moment, it seems nervous. Then, it floats off into the air, while Spider-Girl scrambles up to the rooftop of that building. Then, with a flying leap, she careens out over the New Jersey landscape, with the little drone leading her. She strikes zenith, and plummets awhile... before launching a webline toward the drone. It connects, and the drone suddenly powers up to full power. It sinks a little, but it's just enough for Spider-Girl to yank herself into another leap. The drone gains height again, leading her as she goes. Three more pendulums, as it were, and she's making one final soar for the wall of the Alchemex building.

A gentle landing on the wall, and she's scrambling up at once, headed for the rooftop. "Arana, envie el mensaje a Spider-Man. I'm here. Coming in from the top."

The drone, as it were, is synced to the cell phone hidden in a pouch woven into her uniform. Moments later, Spider-Man receives the SMS from her. 


       The cameras are not particularly advanced, just standard panning systems that look over the loading area. It's not hard at all to web them so they're stuck looking the wrong way, long enough to latch onto the building, then climb along the ceiling to the interior. There's a pair of security guards, overseeing the truck drivers unloading a variety of boxes, many of which have OsCorp logos on them. But in this case, there's no one who IS looking up, and the warehouse area inside has a high enough ceiling to easily disappear into the shadows there. From here, there's a standard door with a keycard reader leading deeper, a freight elevator, and a ventilation duct set high on one wall that looks to lead into the vent system.

       With the clever entrance, SpiderGirl easily clears the wall and latches onto the side of the building. Oddly enough they didn't place cameras to look for people climbing up the side of the building. However, the roof DOES have one covering the roof access that pans back and forth, though there's some air conditoning units and vents that could be hidden behind.

Spidey sees Anya's message literally flash before his eyes -- the phone is synced to the lenses in his mask, letting him read the words without needing to pull his phone free. He doesn't immediately respond, taking time to choose his direction of attack now. The elevator. He crosses the ceiling to the elevator, waits until he's sure nobody's looking that way, then pulls himself in and up to the ceiling of the elevator, where he can stop for a moment, utter a faint click that brings up the retinal keyboard display on his lenses and lets him send a quick message back to Anya: 'In the freight elevator. Heading your way.'

This done, he finds that panel at the top, the one that used to be open to anybody who could reach it, but is now bolted in place, and applies a little Spider-Strength and a bolt wrench to the problem, lifts it up, climbs into the shaft, and then sets the panel back in place before he starts to climb toward the top of the building.

"Arana, IR." Spider-Girl stops just below the rooftop, and reaches into her uniform pouch to retrieve the smartphone. Meanwhile, the little drone deactivates its pulsing strobe, and rises up over the rooftop to begin an infrared scan, overlaid against her mounted GoPro. She watches the feed on her smartphone for a moment, noting the difference between those air conditioning vents and... well, what is that tiny little heat signature? She peers up, noting the drone hovering high above her, then looks back down to the smartphone. Ahead, and a bit to the right. Alright then.

Spider-Girl replaces the smartphone and climbs. She vaults over the top of the roof, immediately looks toward the area where that camera was spotted, and fires two blasts of webbing right at it. Not the most graceful maneuver, of course, but it oughta at least blind the thing. Now it's time to decide... crawl down into the ventilation system like John McClane, or find the normal person's entryway.

<<En el elevador de carga. Direccion de su manera.>> The SMS response is parsed over to her earpiece, translated into Spanish by a pleasant male voice. Normal entrance it is. She makes for the proverbial doorway, testing it first to see if it's by some chance unlocked. Stupid thing to keep connected. 

       The camera is splattered in webbing, which nicely prevents it from both panning and observing as Spidergirl slips by to disappear into the vents, then emerges after a brief trip in the elevator shaft, just in time to meet Pete coming the other direction. The shaft is pretty dark, save for red LED lights that dimly illuminate the area. Below, the freight elevator rumbles to life...and starts going downwards. Wasn't it at the first floor already?"

Peter starts to greet Anya, but stops and peers down after the elevator. "It's not like big buildings DON'T have basements," he says, "but I feel like that one's heading further down than might be expected. And we should check that out." He fires a web at the top of the shaft and descends far more quickly than he rose, not touching down on the roof of the elevator, but following it just a few feet above.

"Totally John McClane'd it," Anya tells Peter as they meet up. She looks over to the freight elevator and its open doorway, and doesn't hesitate to follow along. "Creepy science building, creepy experiments, of -course- they have an underground lair." She completely fails to introduce the drone that is hovering along behind her, and instead leaps into the shaft behind Spider-Man. She freefalls for a moment or two, before twisting around and firing a webline up at the top of the shaft. This one she lightly holds onto, while spinning more and more to keep it from going completely taut. She keeps herself above Spider-Man, letting him take the lead while the drone descends behind them. 

       The elevator does, indeed, seem to be going lower than even a basement, passing several doors as it continues to descend. These doors are different than the upper story doors, which are more normal elevator designs. The bottom ones look much more sturdy. The elevator stops when it's passed four of them., opening at that level as the two spiders descend above it.

Here Spidey holds up a hand to Anya, lowering himself, twisting around so his ear is close to the elevator so he can hear when it's vacant. Once it's empty, far as he can tell, he lifts the panel he'd set back in place before, peaks inside, and then pulls it aside so he and Anya can climb down into the elevator, and then out into the hall to see what there is to see in this secret sub-basement -- he did notice, after all, that there was no 'sub-level 4' option.

"Nice drone, by the way," he says in a low voice as he peers up and down the hallway -- he has, again, taken up a position on the ceiling.

At the gesture, Spider-Girl halts her descent, bobbing up and down a bit until Spider-Man clears the way in. A bit more webbing comes out of her wrist with a quiet spinning sound, and with very light movements she bends herself into the elevator and keeps to the ceiling, proving just how agile she can be.

"Her name's 'Arana'," she whispers in response, taking up a position next to Spider-Man as they keep to the ceiling. "Desactive," she adds, and the little drone floats up to her so that she can collect it. The device immediately powers down, withdraws its eight legs into its chassis, and she replaces it into another hip pouch. Even though the machine is quiet, she's guessing it's just too risky to use it now that they seem to be in the proverbial lion's den. 

       Luckily, the elevator door appears to have been locked open by whoever used it last so that they could finish unloading it all without the doors closing. A quick glance outside will show the two security guards pushing a pair of stacked carts down ao very sterile looking white hall, with large windows on either side and security doors separating them every so often. Through the windows, workers in clean scrubs are working with a variety of samples of some sort, moving from diffent machines or examining results from what look like devices designed for genetic manipulation and examination. The nearest one, on the right, has what looks like a sterile environment surrounding cases of....well. Spiders. A variety of them.

       The two men pushing the carts disappear around the corner through a pair of doors, though farther down the hall a door opens and a pair of scientists come walking out, pulling off their breather masks as they do. "Damn, I was sure we'd licked that recombinant issue." the first says with annoyance, the plump woman next to him shrugging. "Hey, at least we've got plenty of samples from subject 1, I'm still pretty confident we can modify her DNA to incorporate other additions. Especially if the other project has successfully regenerated the cell tissue they recovered." The first scientist shivers. "God, that stuff is fucking creepy. I'm glad we're not working on it. Alien goo...ugh."

       The pair are approaching the elevator, or one of the rooms near to it. There is one that looks like it might be a staff locker room to your right, and a sort of cafeteria one on your left.

Sometimes Spidey thinks he should really develop a stealth costume -- you know, one that will sort of blend with the color of a ceiling, instead of being a bright, gauche blend of red and blue. He swings himself down from the ceiling to slip through the (possibly) cafeteria door, trusting Anya to pick her own direction -- plenty of room in a cafeteria, if she chooses to go that way. He moves up the wall so he can't be seen if people peer into the room, but he does web the door open slightly, so he can continue to hear what the scientists were saying.

Of all that can be seen, Anya seems to be suddenly stricken by the sight of spiders. She stops and stares at them through the window, frozen not by any kind of arachnophobia, but by a swell of unanswered questions that have been nagging at her ever since that fateful day at NYU, when she was bitten.

The voices from the scientists prompt her to grow quieter still. She flattens herself against the ceiling, and all but stops breathing, until mention of 'alien goo'. Her mouth opens, a quiet gasp that she prays isn't noticed by the scientists as they move. 

       Luckily, the scientists dont' seem to hear the gasp. Even better, they turn towards the employee locker room rather than the cafeteria for a start, leaving Anya clinging more or less safely out on the ceiling. At least, until the two security guys come back where they might notice her down the hall. In Peter's case, the cafeteria is fairly easy to slip into, with hanging lights to duck around and perhaps ten long tables, with a buffet at the back, a Keurig, an expresso machine, and some vending machines against one wall. There's a pair of workers, one in janitors garb, one that looks like an office work munching on their meal and generally ignoring the world to scroll through their phones, while a pair of workers behind the buffet go in and out of the kitchen at the back.

Once the scientists have left the area, though, Peter heads out the door again, leaving behind only a tendril of web to mark his passage. Of course, back in the hall he quickly notices a new problem -- the guards are coming back, and it's far better if they don't make it back to the elevator, in his opinion. Plus, he's pretty sure, given the discussion of the scientists, that anybody down here is in on something shady. He glances up at Anya, points at the two guards, draws a thumb across his neck -- those guys are going down. That doesn't mean they need to be hurt, of course -- just webbed up someplace out of the way -- like back in the elevator shaft. He steps into the elevator, hops up into the shaft again, and waits for the guards to arrive to spring his trap(door spider).

Behind the mask, Anya closes her eyes with a momentary burst of relief. She looks down as Peter emerges, and nods her head in confirmation. She similarly scampers along the ceiling toward the elevator, but stops just shy of the doorway. There's a small outcropping, something structural no doubt, but it's all she needs. Her legs spread open against the outcropping and the wall, creating enough opposing force that she can free her hands. She waits until the guards are about to pass by below. Then, hands fling forth and send splats of adhesive webbing toward their faces. Kicking free, she flips down and lands, firing a line for each of them, aimed at the torso. A heavy yank, and the guards are sent skidding by her and into the elevator. She leaps up and onto the ceiling again, trusting Peter to take care of the rest! 

       The guards are not expecting it, as they return chatting among themselves. That is, until the web splatters and hits their torso, before they're YANKED and swung straight up into the elevator towards Peter with startled grunts! They haven't had time to yell yet however.

Peter's quick to act on this, webbing up their mouths and affixing both guards to the roof of the elevator, to either side of the loose panel. "I'd say sorry," he says, "but you guys work on a secret sublevel of a building dedicated to one of the most corrupt corporations in New York -- and we've got Trump Tower." He grins down at the pair from behind his mask. "Don't worry -- we're gonna be in and out in no time. But I hope you're good at entertaining yourselves quietly, 'cause it's gonna be about two hours before those webs dissolve. Have fun!" He drops back into the elevator and maneuvers the panel back into place, then steps out. "We're looking for 'subject one'," he tells Anya. "I think those scientists in the locker room might know where we can find this subject."

Anya drops down from the ceiling above, landing with not much of a sound. "Well, why don't we make 'em an offer they can't refuse?" she asks. She reaches out with a hand and makes to pound Spider-Man twice on the chest. "Leave it to the girl from Harlem, Spider-Boy," she advises, before making for that locker room.

Once inside the locker room, she comes at the scientists with arms flinging. One of them finds his hand webbed to the locker he was opening. The woman finds an arm thrown back and webbed against the wall. Two more gestures and each of them find their legs bound together. "Either of you yells, things get -real- ugly. You get me?" She reaches down to a locker door and yanks it loose with a quick tug, then raises a knee and bends the locker door over her leg until it's formed a U. "Nod your heads, Ren and Stimpy," she demands in an aggressive hiss. 

       The man yelps as his hand is suddenly webbed up, blinking, his eyes wide as the woman next to him, both of them most of the way out of their scrubs, gets webbed to the wall, struggling, then jerking. "Y-you can't be here!" the woman stammers, looking between the pair. Then they both get very quiet when the door is bent over the knee, starting to sweat a bit as they nod quickly!

"Thank you for your cooperation," Spider-Man says, picking up the thread of the conversation once the scientists have done their best bobblehead impressions. "I'm a man of science myself, and Spider-Girl here is doing pretty well in that field, from what I hear, so we have one very important question for you two." He leans in, face close to the male scientist, blank white eyes staring right into the man's very wide pupils. "Where is Subject One?"

Spider-Man doesn't do creepy often. It's not his style. But now and then it's sort of a necessity.

"Shut it, -perra-," is Spider-Girl's answer to the woman's complaint. She gestures toward the woman with her bent-locker-door-wielding hand, but doesn't want to push it too far. Not unless they refuse to answer Spider-Man's question. She keeps her eyes locked on the woman, however, allowing her mouth to be twisted into a disgusted scowl. Not much of an act, to be truthful... the more she gets the smell of this place, the more it reminds her of rotten caca. 

       The two pale a bit. "I..uh..w-we just get samples form her, we don't, um, go to her..." the man hedges after a moment. "She's not here..." The woman shuts up obediently! Either she understands Spanish or she got the tone of voice.

"Then where is she?" Spider-Man asks simply. "And as an added incentive to answer, the person who tells us where she is first gets to stay conscious." Though immobile and silent. It's not as good a deal as he might be leading them to believe.

And he probably won't knock out the other one anyway. He's not about needless violence.

"That means you can speak, if you have the right answer," Spider-Girl adds, for the woman's benefit. She, also, is not about needless violence, but she's certainly willing to be misleading. 

       The woman immediately says. "There's a folder in lab 3 on the table with information on that. She's in a secure bunker. The man throws a slightly shocked, betrayed expression at her!

"Thank you, doctor!" Spider-Man exclaims. "You've been an excellent contestant. Spider-Girl, why don't you tell the lady what she's won!" Meanwhile, he starts fully webbing up the male scientist. It seems likely they'll be found before the two hour limit on the webbing's lifespan expires, and when they are, there's no way anybody will wonder who might have done this, but the longer they can delay that, the better. He carefully tucks the man into his own locker, unbends the door, and fits into place.

"This feels kind of ironic," he asides to Anya before he starts down the hall to find lab 3.


"Don't struggle with the arm, you'll make it sore or pull it out of its socket." Spider-Girl tells the woman, before walking up to gently spin some webbing over her mouth. "Breathe through the nose. Nice and easy." She pats the doctor on her cheek in a friendly way, before turning to watch Spider-Man's handiwork with a smirk.

"You know," she murmurs to him as they go, "any time some pinchazo tried to do that to me, I just kicked 'em in the nuts." She shrugs nonchalantly before following him into the hallway in pursuit of lab 3.

"I was a total wimp before I got bitten," Spidey replies, "so I kind of had to fake it once I wasn't anymore." He smirks. "Not that I went easy on the local bullies when I was -in- costume. I didn't have the best attitude at first." Lab 1, Lab 2... "Aha. Here we go." Stupid thing to keep connected. 

       With the security guards webbed and the scientists in the labs focused on their work, it's pretty easy to slip by the one camera by webbing it up and down to Lab 3. The door even says 3. It slides open easily enough, revealing a currently deserted lab with several workstations with screen savers up, including one that has a variety of folders piled on top of it by the computer itself. There's a whiteboard that seems to be sketching out a female figure in the midst of a very flexible stretch backwards, with notations on muscle and tendon density required, thought here's no face to the figure. There's also a variety of folders with names like 'OffDef Test #12', 'Climb Test #27', 'Organic Web Test #3'.

"Sometimes you just gotta speak their language," Spider-Girl remarks. She wasn't one to really get bullied, but she saw plenty of it. Bullying in her neighborhood though... well, it often got a lot uglier than shoving people into lockers. In that regard, she hasn't truly gone down that road.

The computers are what draw her eye and quickly. "Oh, now here we go." She's been hacking computers since she knew how to use a keyboard, after all. Approaching one, she cracks her knuckles and gets to work. "Lets see what we have here..."

Peter briefly checks one of the computers to see if, perhaps, he can access the files on it -- and on the server. He certainly expects it to be locked, but one can hope. "We should grab as much as we can," he says, looking over at the white board. The image worries him -- he doubts that's Subject One, based on the conversation the scientists were having before, and... alien goo.

"Oh hell," he breathes to himself. "They've got symbiotes." 

       The computers are password locked! Which is....kinda completely defeated by the sticky note with the password on one of them, and the other isn't actually locked down. Apparently they were intending to come back shortly, at least. There seem to be two sets of types of files. The physical ones refer to 'Subject #1', 'Subject 2' (Peter), 'Subject 3' (Anya), and Subject 4 (Gwen). Primarily, it's comparing Subject 1 to the others...there's a lot more information on it, including a location...Bunker #5? From the information around it, it sounds like it might be an old civil defense bunker that' sbeen repurposed somewhere in New York. There might be enough here to be able to narrow it down as to which one.

       The computer files, on the other hand, have several recent emails from someone called 'R. Vortens', referring to a 'Subject-CS-1'...and there's video. One of which shows...something...ripping up a room, hurling desks around with , thought he lights have been the first casualty, making it difficult to clearly see. There are also stills of a...tube. There's a figure in it, curled up, wearing a breathing mask, with long dark hair floating out behind her. The second is a containment vessel,...inside is...well, goo. Black goo. It seems to be crawling up the side of the container. There's some reference to recombinant DNA and merged samples.


For a moment, Spider-Girl frees up a hand and pulls the drone back out from her pouch. "Arana?" The drone extends its legs again, only this time it lands upon them, rather than engaging the propellors. "Transferencia directa."

The drone chirps, and a small compartment opens, revealing a tiny USB nub, like what one might find affixed to a wireless mouse. "You'd be amazed," she remarks, while attaching the USB nub to a port on the computer. "... what you can find dumpster div-" Her head abruptly spins toward Spider-Man, and her tone of voice is alarmed. "Symbiotes? What the hell?"

Arana is downloading everything. Anya isn't paying much attention to what the data is, she's mostly concerned with getting it safely transferred onto the drone. What she does glimpse, however, has her frowning. "Jesus," she mutters. "First, alien guns. Next, actual -rips- in the transdimensional barrier, now? Now this sh..." Her tone suddenly changes when the video file comes up. "shhhhhit? Oh, oh my god!"

Peter has other ideas. He uses the computer to log in to Twitter and posts to his account (@NYCWallcrawler, of course), "Alchemax is evil! Human experimentation, hunting Spider-people for genetic samples, all sorts of stuff! Check out this video! Tell the world!" If you put it on the internet, it will be impossible to hide.

He's watching the video, but answers Anya's question anyway. "A few years ago I ran into an alien symbiote from a race called the Klyntar. They bind with human beings and give them powers pretty similar to ours. You might have heard of Venom?" He taps the still image of the containment vessel of goo. "That's a Klyntar symbiote. They're trying to make their own spider-person. We need to find Bunker Five."

"Well, I'm grabbing everything off this thing," Anya answers, her tone just a bit shaky though her fingers are still working that keyboard. "Prioritizing files with geotags... addresses... lets see, anything matching county parcel codes... telephone numbers... okay so at least the whole idea of 'alien goo' isn't totally gonna freak you out then. That's good. That's good, right?"

"Good that it won't freak me," he agrees. "Not good in general. Klyntar are dangerous, and they can cause dangerous personality shifts in their hosts." He grimaces. "Grab the pictures and files, too -- they've got Twitter blocked, and I want this public so they can't hide it." 

       There's a fair amount of data...less about Subject-CS-1, which appears to be a second line of research elsewhere. There's no mention of precisely where, though you at least have a name associated with the people working on the symbiote. The physical files are a bit bulky but can fit in a backpack with some squeezing.

"On it," Anya answers without missing a beat. "Twenty seconds and I've got -all- of it." She shakes her head a bit. "Yeah, I read about Venom. Bunch of stuff on the internet, can't really tell what's real and what's BS. And how the hell are they on -my- ass now? I've only been doing this, what, a month? Okay, two?" She scowls openly. "This is bullshit."

Peter doesn't bother with a backpack -- though he certainly has plenty of them stowed around the city. He just webs together the whole pile of physical files. Anya's got the electronic ones, though he strongly considers copying as much as he can to the hard drive of one of the computers and dragging the computer along in turn.

He also takes a few pictures of the white board. You never know what evidence might be important.

He glances over at Anya at her question, then wisely doesn't say the first thing that jumps to his mind. "As I recall, there was a report in the news about something you were involved in a couple months back. I don't know why you're subject 3 instead of Gwen."

Behind the mask, Anya literally rolls her eyes. "I -told- them. It was a -misunderstanding-." Arana chirps at her, prompting her to pull the USB and place it back into the drone's chassis. "There. All done. Arana, cierre. Wait." She pauses, and turns to look over at Spider-Man. Sure, most of her face is concealed, but there's an expression on her mouth that suggests absolute mischief. "Want me to fry their entire network?"

Peter stops, blinks once at Anya. It's not visible behind his mask, but it's still a blink, and he considers the possible outcomes. The one he's most worried about is that their symbiotes might be escaped if they're electronically locked down -- but better to have them on the loose, probably, than under corporate control. "Yeah, go for it," he says. "Their employees probably deserve a day off. The innocent ones, anyway."

With a grin, she turns back to the computer and taps in a few simple commands. "Don't worry, they already did the dirty work for us," she says. "Emergency lockdown protocol, and... well, if I'm reading this right, we'll have twenty seconds to get the hell out of here before the whole place is locked down like the CDC in a Zombie Apocalypse." She turns to Spider-Man, taking a few deep breaths while collecting her drone and placing it back into her hip pouch. "On three... two... one."

Anya hits the enter key. Suddenly, the building begins to sound an alarm. The computer banks begin sparking and going up in flames, one after the other, as if rigged to overcharge and fry all of their components. As for Spider-Girl, well... she's already on the move, and is hightailing it for the hallway.

Moments later, the front doors to Alchemax HQ are busted open, and two Spider-People come running out. Less than a second later, a door made of four-inch steel comes crashing down behind them, completing the total and utter lockdown of the building. Anya slows down just long enough to turn and look at the building, her chest heaving with heavy breaths, before she looks back to Spider-Man. "We gotta do this again some time, yeah?"


"We make a good team, Spider-Girl," Peter replies, turning back toward the building himself, then holding out a fist for Anya to bump.

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