2018-10-12-Bunker Busting
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| Name | Bunker Busting | Date | October 12, 2018 |
| Location | Bronx, New York | ||
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It's taken a bit of searching to narrow it down...but after some work, Bunker #5 has been uncovered, in the Bronx. An old 50s era bomb shelter originally, long since abandoned. Unlike others the pair have investigated, however, it's not been used as squatters, and there's no signs of homeless making their shelter near it or the stairs down to it, which suggests something or someone is keeping them from settling in and making steady sweeps to ensure they stay away. The stairs down are also monitored by a pair of cameras half hidden behind protective 'domes' that are made to look decorative, high enough where they can't be tagged but have a good view of the dorway.
The cameras are, of course, something of a pain in the ass. Not for the first time, Peter wishes he were a better hacker. He's great with electronics in general, but he isn't much of a hacker. Maybe Anya is. "If we just go in with those things running," he observes, "they'll have guards out to stop us in no time. Whoever Subject One may be, I don't want her getting hurt." If Anya jumps on this, great -- maybe her drone can help -- but for the moment he starts hunting for a broadcast signal from the cameras, checking whether they're wired or wireless. If wireless, he can work with that.
Hunkered down next to Spider-Man, Anya frowns at the cameras. "Well, there is one thing. Gimme a minute." She flips her backpack around and rips it open, rummaging around inside for something. Something... "Ah, there." Out comes one of those multi-tools, and she gets to work at prying Arana open. "Sorry, baby," she says to the little spider-drone. "Looks like you're takin' one for the team. I promise I'll make you pretty again." She pulls out the bright LED flasher, careful not to rip its wiring, then closes the drone up again. The multi-tool is shoved back into her backpack, then she carefully holds the LED bulb in a particular place, before quietly and slowly spinning some webbing to hold it in place. "There we go. Now." She grins over toward Peter. "Watch this.
Out comes her cell phone, and she pulls up Arana's manual control module. Staring cautiously, she flies the drone up and up and up, until its above those obnoxious little security cameras. She moves it carefully until Arana is in position between the two, then slowly begins lowering the drone, inch by inch. "This is gonna fry that LED and probably the whole circuit, so, I'd better make this count." The drone drops a little bit further, until its dorsal chassis is just positioned to form a sort of triangle between the two cameras. "Watch your eyes!"
Anya touches another control bar on the phone's screen, then ramps her finger upward and grimaces preemptively.
Arana's LED bulb shines, brighter and brighter. "Soon as it blows, we move!" The light shines brighter still, then suddenly, the whole bulb and circuit blows out in a brilliant white flash.
When the flash fades, the cameras are still turning, but the little red lights on them that indicate they're operational are blinking fitfully in an error code. Little wisps of smoke are escaping the casings for either as well, indicating some components probably didn't survive the blinding flash. Mind, it also got a bit of attention from people up and down the street this time of night. You're probably going to have some looky-loos showing up shortly to see what it was. Not to mention whoever was actively behind the cameras, but for the moment, it looks clear.
The person behind the cameras was what Peter was concerned about, primarily -- they're going to want to know what happened such that both cameras blew out at once. "Let's make this quick," he says, not commenting on the flashy display as he hurries toward the entrance. Time to open up the vault and see what's there for the taking.
"Just a transformer going out, right?" Anya remarks while flipping out from her hiding spot and making for the entrance behind Spider-Man. The cell phone is quickly 'pocketed' into her hip pouch, and a hand goes up to the side of her mask. "Arana, acompanamiento."
"Depends on how close they're watching the cameras," Spidey replies as he descends. "Could be a transformer, but if they're really worried about people breaking in here, they'll have people out here quickly to see what happened." He pauses a moment before adding, "But if they were that worried, they'd have guards on site, rather than just cameras."
Footfalls echo as you quickly disappear down the steps, easily bypassing a metal gate that doesn't quite reach to the roof as you're forced to cling over it. Up ahead you can see a door. It looks a little rusty, but suprisingly new looking...more recently installed than 50 years ago, or upgraded, one of the two. There's a keypad and keycard reader on one side of the door, and another omni-present camera over it that observes the area in front of the bunker door. Water dripped off old pipes overhead, running down cracked and old concrete on either side of the bottom flight of stairs where they reachs the landing with the bunker door.
Behind you, out at the top of the stairs, you can hear heavy running feet approaching with a soft clatter.
Stupid thing to keep connected.
"Well, you're in the shit now, Private Joker," Anya quips. The drone flies along just behind her as she follows Parker down the steps and over that metal gate, seemingly no worse for the wear, minus one LED bulb and a fresh scorch march across her upper half. Spotting the camera, she scowls openly, then flings two hands up to fire globs of webbing at the item. "Hey, handle that door," she says, before spinning around and moving back toward the steps. There, she begins rapidly flinging webbing from side to side, forming a literal spider's web across the pathway. She's starting far out and up, and working her way down the stairs, hoping to stop whomever might be coming in or at least slow them down a bit.
Shouldn't be hard to slow them down with that much webbing -- Anya's got the organic webs, which are decidedly sturdy. Not that Peter's chemical webs are lacking in the strength department. He regards the door for a moment, and then the keypad. And then the door again. "Well, we don't have keycards," he says. "And we don't have passwords, so..." He tries the brute force method. Hey, he's got the proportional strength of a human spider. He braces himself, then attempts to pull the door out of its frame -- not so hard that he'll hurt himself, but hard enough that if there's a chance of it giving, it's going to give.
The webbing works remarkably well...it's a fairly close in tunnel, so it's not hard to block it off, and from the shouts you hear on the other side, it's been noticed. After a moment there's some muffled shots fired at the webbing, but none seem to penetrate for the moment. It'll at the very least slown them down, depending what they've got to try and get it open!
Meanwhile, Spidey applies himself to the door. It's a pretty thick door. Not NORAD levels of thick, but definitely ten tons or more in weight...like a bank value. There's a low groan as he starts to pull on the metal, the door resisting with a grating noise as the locks built into the wall resist, before said wall starts cracking from teh pressure and the keypad lock starts blinking redly with an error message.
"Great," Anya mutters. "Guns." She turns around to watch Peter at work, and the eye-patches on her mask visibly rise, mimicking the raising of her eyes beneath the silk. "Need a hand?" She pounds her feet into the cement one at a time, creating little dents in the stone before firing a pair of webs to either side of Peter. Then, she hauls back on them, the webbing straining at the door but offering a bit more pull as she bends backward, creating a human fulcrum.
"That's the thing about doors," Peter remarks. "They're only as strong as the wall they're set into." He continues to pull, adding a few web lines to the top corners of the door so that he can, hopefully, bring it crashing to the ground and not have to worry about being crushed by it. "We better be able to get it out this way," he adds after a moment. "I broke the keypad."
With a groan the locks disengage and the door slides open with a grinding noise, revealing a brighter lit passage beyond. Which isn't saying much...it's still an internal bunker passage, with occasional lights, and gloomy as all heck. It leans down to a T intersection with passageways going off to the right and left, and a main door right in front. The right side has a faded stencil that reads 'Supplies', the other passageway says 'Rec', and the main doors don't have a title on them. The doors here are sturdy but nothing like the main bunker door outside. Though there aren't any cameras that are obvious here, for some reason.
Dropping her weblines, Spider-Girl walks up toward Peter with a smirk. "Hope you didn't sprain something." She peers into the passageway beyond, and her smirk fades. "Jesus. Creepy. Wish I hadn't burned out my torch, we're likely to be eaten by a Grue down here." She proceeds in, her voice dropping a few decibels as she looks toward the signs. "Boring," she says in regards to Supplies. "Not... so boring," in regards to Rec. However, her mask goes toward what's dead ahead. "You thinking the obvious?" she asks.
"You're totally too young for Infocom references," Peter observes as he starts down the hall. "I'm too young for Infocom references," he adds a moment later, peering down the 'Rec' hallway for a moment or two. 'Supplies' probably holds nothing of immediate interest -- unless it's a group of Japanese karate experts in an 80s comedy -- but Rec might have possibilities. Spanish zombies, for example. "I think the obvious choice is usually obvious for a reason. And hey, if there's nothing through there, we just need a couple of firefighters and a camera crew to head down that way."
The three paths await! On one, you might be eaten by a grue, but only if it's a twisty maze of passages, all alike. On the other, zombies. Then door number 3. WHICH WILL YOU CHOOOOOSE?
At -that- remark, Anya turns her head slowly toward Spider-Man. "I. Am comp-sci student. I studied Infocom my -freshman- year." She shakes her head and moves along toward the Rec hallway. Behind the mask, her face screws up a bit, trying to catch Spider-Man's reference. Then, she blinks twice. "What is this, Wheel of Fish?" Then, under her breath, she murmurs to herself. "Rec... rec-room... maybe records?"
"I know, I know, but even my comp-sci loving students don't know Infocom these days. They all want to make the next GTA." Peter is not so big on the GTA games. He dislikes games that glorify a life of crime for relatively obvious reasons. He doesn't discourage his students, but really.
"I figured we'd take the obvious route, but sure, let's do this first," he says, following after Anya. "I'd guess 'Rec Room.' Records is usually spelled out."
The hallway follows along and takes a right after a bit, leading to a currently open door. Beyond is a fairly good sized training area, split between padding laid out on one half, including the walls, a weight room area, a treadmill, eliliptical, bike, and a variety of free weights. Oddly, the lights in the room are currently off though, so everything is in shadows, including the deeper areas of teh room, other than small emergency lightning strips near the floor, one of which is blinking on and off fitifully and sets the shadows in the room to dancing back and forth, turning exercise equipment into looming monsters waiting to pounce. There's another door about midway down the room on the right, lit with a small light over it.
"GTA is bogus," Anya murmurs. "I mean," she continues, though as they enter the room, her words slow and her tone of voice becomes easily more spooked. "... the, actual story mode... isn't... terrible... but... nobody actually... plays that. Okay, so, rec room. Obviously. Zombie Apocalypse rec room, but..." Noticing the door, she turns toward Spider-Man, then nods her head toward the door indicated twice.
"Grues are seeming more likely all the time," Peter observes. "But, I mean, we're dealing with people who deal in Klyntar. They are the sorts who'd have grues around." He nods in return, moving toward the door. Glances at Anya. Back at the door. And knocks. Shave-and-a-haircut...
And that's about where both your spider senses blare in sudden alert as a pair of barbells come sailing out of the darkness from the roof above, aimed at the pair of you, followed by a wider 'net' of webbing that seems aimed to roughly where the best place would be to dive backwards away from them. Or if you went down from being hit by them, as there would likely be broken bones involved!
Unfortunately, Anya Corazon lacks the spider sense. It was one thing she was not given when she was bitten. "That is so gross," she starts to say, with only enough time to notice something moving at her from the corner of her eye. She moves just enough to keep the thing from striking her in the noggin, but instead it thuds right into her chest. "Ummfph!" There's no cracking; she's always wondered if her silk-woven costume might be bullet proof. It apparently absorbed enough impact, along with her enhanced toughness, to avoid cracking her sternum, but it came damn close and it's knocked the wind out of her. She falls to her knees, stunned for a moment or two, when suddenly the telltale, horrendous WHEEEEZE comes from contracting lungs.
Spider-Man, on the other hand, has a spider-sense, and the opportunity to call, "Watch out!" It's kind of a sudden thing, though, and doesn't really give Anya time to react. He leaps to the side, rather than back, dodging the barbell and the webbing. Spider-sense is handy that way sometimes -- giving alerts to all dangers at once, and thus suggesting a direction of escape. He sees Anya on the ground, and hears that gasp, but can't immediately assist her -- because somebody's responsible for what just happened. "Breathe," he says, scanning the ceiling. "I'll be with you fast as I can."
It's pretty apparent almost immediately that the ambusher has the high ground...the very dark, unlit, high ground, whereas you're at ground level near the emergency lights that provide light for the area. Meaning they can see you pretty easily, but it's much harder to see them, though there's a faint hint of motion, followed by a pair of web sprays shooting out from the ceiling agian, this time aimed specifically for Anya to try and lock her in place.
One hand goes to the ground, and Anya cranes her neck in agony. A long moment comes, followed by another deep, wheezing breath. She's not going to take -as- long to recover as a normal human might, but when the webbing comes her way, she nearly panics. Well, her body does, at least. Endorphins rush, and though her muscles remain momentarily stunned, some parts of her... well, they don't.
Something very odd happens next. The black and white of her costume seems to transmorph into something else. Something black and grey, a chitinous material that seeps through the silk and forms an ugly, monstrous hide around her. The webbing is pushed off, captured by the chitinous hide, and for a moment, Anya seems to be trapped inside of it, like a creature molting inside some sort of cocoon.
"Hey!" calls Spidey! "Hey! We're not the enemy here! We came to get you out!" He has to assume that whoever this is, she doesn't want to be here." He leaps to the ceiling, out of the light, and switches on night vision lenses with a whispered command. Jeez, you try to insert a little levity into your rescues...
He does notice Anya's sudden armor. At least she looks safer.
The webbing certainly sticks well! Little hooks holding it in place as it draps across the cocoon. Plain white webbing, at the moment. "Suuuure I'm totally on your side Han! Just step in this room over here with the heavy breathing guy and Mr. Cool Armor..." comes a female voice. And it's good Peter turns on the night vision, because that's when his spidey sense goes off AND he's got a front row view for a sneakered foot leading the way at him attached to the person behind it as she swings down on a web, trying to kick him in the chest.
- choke hack cough wheeeeze* "... I... am -not- Darth Vader!"
Spider-Girl gives a glorious heave, and the armor begins to crack in various places. As it breaks away, the webbing remains stuck to it... and not, of course, to her. It falls away in chunks as she stands up, and what little can be seen of her expression is disgust. Not really at the person who just called her The Most Feared Man in the Galaxy Far Far Away, but at her own disgusting new ability. "Gross."
A hand darts up to her head. "Arana, luz."
The little drone may have burned out her strobe light, but she -does- have a flashlight. LED powered, and fortunately, it's on a different circuit. The little drone, which was nearly invisible in the dark, activates the circuit and sheds some light on the situation.
"Mr. Cool Armor is female," Spidey replies. "And I am not breathing heavily. I haven't even broken a sweat." He swings out of the way on a web of his own. "We got the idea that somebody might be held against her will here when we were trying to find out the people who wanted to take DNA samples from us forcibly -- and by the way, lady, I've been dodging faster kicks than that for nine years."
"Duh, obviously you're Lando and totally out to betray me by acting all friendly but really being one of the guys here to nab me...." comes the voice again, though the light does shed some light on the subject...specifically a girl, about Anya's age, with her dark hair up in a tight bun behind her head, dressed in khaki shorts and a faded t-shirt with a Spinarak pokemon on the front munching on a cupcake. She lands in a roll, coming back up in her feet, then leaping up to the wall over the door you came in. "Oh, I can go LOTS faster, bucko..." the girl proclaims. She looks...sort of familiar to Pete, actually? From high school...and then she's leaping forward and launching into a serious of practiced kicks and strikes followed by trying to snap off a web shot at Peter. "I've been TRAINING for nine years!"
Peter is good at dodging, but while he avoids the punches and kicks, he doesn't try to dodge the web -- instead, he fires off his own burst of webbing to deflect it. Because things are starting to make sense. That girl -- the cute Korean girl who vanished shortly after their visit to the lab where he was bitten by the spider. And he was sick for a couple of days, and then... well, everybody knows that story.
"Cindy?" he says, voice sounding surprised. "Cindy Moon? Is that you?"
Still a bit winded, Anya just watches as the two get at it. They're fast! Damned fast, almost as if they're anticipating each other's movements. It's all a bit much for her stunned brain to handle, and it's beyond irritating. At one point she does go so far as to fire a web toward Cindy, but it clearly misses and ends up splatting harmlessly into the ceiling. "Hey!" she shouts. "There are -men- with -guns- trying to get down here, and -they aren't with us-! You understand that, Miss Yoda?"
The girl is fast...and she seems to move in a fluid way like she's always anticipating where someone is going to go next, even to where she doesn't even look at Anya, just leans enough out of the way that the webbing goes shooting past her harmlessly. But she does get one good shot off on Pete before the words register and she flips backwards, landing in a crouch, suprised for a moment, then focusing on Anya. "Well, duh. They're here to keep people out who break in to try and get to me. Like you two. What are you, like knockoff spider baddies?" Her eyes narrow as she falls into a defensive stance. "...they warned me you'd be looking for me, trying to figure out how this happened so they could sell it and copy it." She flexes her fingers. "This place was supposed to keep me safe and people like you out...but I'm TOTALLY down for throwing you back out if I gotta..."
"Stop," says Peter. "Spider-Girl, stop. There's more going on here. I know her. We went to high school together." To Cindy he says, "Listen. I'm not a spider-baddie, or a knock-off. Neither is she. I'm kind of the original spider goodie." He pauses a moment, considering these words, because... well... goodie used to be short for goodwife and... yeah, that totally doesn't matter under the circumstances.
He reaches up to pull off his mask. "Cindy, it's me. Peter Parker. We know each other. And if I'd known you'd been trapped here for nine years, I'd have come way sooner."
When Cindy bears down on her, Anya's head cocks to the side. If you've ever seen a bloody street fight about to go down, that's what it looks like. Her arm cocks back slowly, and her fingers stretch, but it's Spider-Man's voice that stops her. That's saying something, for what it's worth. Once a street girl from East Harlem gets it into her head that there's about to be a beat down, there's not much that'll cool her blood. Only the word of a trusted friend... which is weird, because she doesn't know Spider-Man that well.
There's still a shred of her that might go for it anyway. Where she comes from, when someone's not listening to reason... they'll usually listen to reason once they've got a concussion. But then he up and unmasks himself, and it's all she can do but to stand there and stare.
Cindy seems perfectly ready to continue to throw down when Anya gets up ready for round two...but when Peter speaks, then pulls off his mask...that makes her hesistate, a edge of uncertainty in her eyes. "...Peter?" she says slowly, her eyes filling with recognition. She glances back to Anya for a moment, then back to Pete, still on guard, but not fighting at least. "...what do you mean, you're the original?" she says after a moment, her tone wary. "They said I was the only one it bit...the spider that got out..."
"Apparently not," Peter replies. He knows she's on guard, and that Anya will fight if things go wrong here -- but he's dropping his guard. His spider-sense will keep him alive -- probably. She's fast, but he's been dodging her so far. "It was that trip to NYU, right? The genetically engineered spiders? I was bitten too. And you vanished while I was recovering from the bite." He takes a cautious step forward -- not cautious for his own sake, but because he doesn't want to scare her. "We are not here to capture you, or to hurt you. We just wanted to help you."
"I got bit," Anya says hesitantly. "At NYU. Three months ago." She shakes her head, still standing in a defensive stance but at least her arm has uncocked itself. "Mine was... we think... different." Her tone of voice is no longer hostile, but it's not exactly polite. She's still nervous about those men with guns trying to get through her webtraps. "This is far from over, Cindy," she adds. "We got files... there's something else out there. Something... that's been made from you, and Peter. And they've been hunting me, too."
Reaching up, Anya pulls her own mask away. What's revealed is the rest of her latina face, with eyeshadow painted dark purple. Brown hair that appeared to be some sort of ponytail, now freed from the hood, shows itself to be a sideshaved half-mohawk, with the shaved hair dyed a bright pink. "So why don't we all get the fuck outta here, yeah? Beat up those pricks with guns and make like the wind. Then we can get our payback for what these creeps are fixin' to make of us."
Cindy's brow furrows, before she lowers her hands, shaking her head. "N-no, that's why I'm here. They brought me here, to try and cure me. Because people had found out about what I could do, and they wanted me someplace safe, where they couldn't track me. They've been teaching me how to...to use what I can do, to control it. That's...that's why I'm /here/, because it's /safe/!" She frowns. "...what...are you talking about? Making of us? They leave me alone, other than the testing. I mean...I have a keycard, I could leave whenever..." She just...doesn't. Out of fear, apparently. She bites her lips. "....but there are more spiders? Wait, what do you /mean/ there's something made out of me?"
Peter pulls out his phone, calls up the video of the woman, the pictures of the symbiote. "There are a bunch of people like us," he says. "I go by Spider-Man. There's a Spider-Woman -- no relation -- and of course, Spider-Girl. We are very original in our naming conventions." He shows her the phone, lets her take it if she wants. "I think they told you a lot of things because you were already scared," he continues. "Maybe you were the only one they knew about for sure -- and by the time they found out about me, they only knew that there was a guy in red and blue swinging around and stopping muggers. But when we broke into a secret sub-basement at an Alchemax facility yesterday, people were referring to you as 'Subject One' and talking about the samples they had from you, how they could modify them to incorporate the samples from the rest of us."
"I'm gonna take out my phone," Anya says, while keeping one hand in the air. "Okay?" The other reaches down to her waist, and retrieves the phone from her somewhat hidden pouch. She calls up a file, then turns the phone over for Cindy to look at. It's text, nothing fancy, just green text on a black backdrop.
<DECRYPTION IN PROGRESS>
CS-1 Project Summary: Develop a viable clone capable of combating Spider heroes. CS-1 is the first viable subject that lasted longer than three months in gestation. DNA blend is primarily viable egg extracted from Subject 1, with Subject 2 DNA as secondary contribution. CS-1 will also utilize a Klyntar Symbiote derived from Sample V-KL-43A1.
CS-1 Growth Progress: A series of 12 still images of CS-1 in a vertical tube, taken at approximately three month intervals. Attached text file mentions that growth was accelerated by approximately a factor of six.. Invoked Memory Stimulation used to implant background life and improve psychological development.
Symbiote Bonding Process: Successful. Symbiote introduced to CS-1's growth tank two weeks before decanting. CS-1 did not gain consciousness during bonding, although eye movement was detected, along with some muscle spasms.
"Subject 2?" Anya nods her head toward Peter. "That's him. I got a lot more decrypting, but it's gonna take a couple more days."
The young Korean woman steps forward slowly, until she can see the information being displayed, her eyes widening, before she pales. "...they...they took samples, but they were to...to figure out what happened. How to reverse it." Though her tone now is questioniing as what she reads start to sink in, before she starts to look a bit ill. "...they...they took...and they used it to..." She sways a bit little bit, then leans forward, resting her hands above her knees as she takes several deep breaths. "...they said they'd help me..." she says in a softly, lost voice. "I stayed because it...because they said they'd help..." She swallows. "I /STAYED/...for YEARS. Just me...here...and the trainers...and th-the doctors that visit..."
Peter moves closer still, wanting to offer an arm to this long lost... classmate? Friend? They weren't that close, but close enough, perhaps. Just... he had no idea how to try to find her. Probably never thought that much about it. The last nine years have been really, really busy for Peter. "Come with us," he says. "I know it'll be hard to get used to what's going on out there, but you'll have friends to help you."
"Yeah, well, guess what." Anya pockets the phone and steps forward, not asking. She slips an arm under Cindy's shoulder, and props her up. "They lied. Cause that's what creepy, wierd-o evil scientists do. Now can we get the hell out of here?"
Cindy doesn't resist as Pete takes her arm, swaying a little bit before Anya further steadies her. "I..." She swallows, looking to Anya, then back to Pete. "Out? The...the door. The bunker door is the only way in or out that I know of." she says after a moment. "There's no other way." She takes a deep breath. "...god, I'm an idiot..." she says, reaching up to rub her eyes, swallowing again. "...I...wondered, but I always told myself I could leave any time." She inhales again, then frowns. "...okay. Okay, let's....let's go. She looks towards the door to the next room, hesistating....all her stuff is there. Stuff she's collected over nine years...but stuff they've given her for nine years." Her expression firms. "...let's go out."
"You're not an idiot. You were misled. It's a big difference, Cindy." He'd suggest she gather anything she wants -- but doubts there's much she really wants from here at the moment. Her parents, certainly, will be glad to see her. He puts on his mask again -- Cindy and Anya can know who Spider-Man is, but he'll never forgive himself if Cindy's captors go after Aunt May.
"Suit up, amiga," Anya tells Cindy. "There's a bunch of assholes outside with guns who want to stop us, and we might need help. You can crash at my abuela's place, yeah? You've probably got some catching up to do." She leans over then and whispers quietly into Cindy's ear, "There's also tequila."
She hefts Cindy's arm once more, as if to give her that extra boost, before freeing herself and reaching up to pull the mask down over her face again. "Arana, acompanamiento." The drone makes to follow, and switches the flashlight off as they emerge into the hallway. The men outside are still trying to shoot their way through her webbing, which means they'll be down a lot of ammo. This brings a smirk to her face, and she cracks her knuckles in anticipation of a short, but fun, ass kicking. However, before they get to it, she's got another word for Spider-Man.
"-Not- what I was expecting, Spider-Boy."
"I'm full of surprises," Peter tells Anya drily.
Cindy frowns, then nods, following, then pausing for a moment. "...wait. I don't...want everyone to know who I am. My family is still out there waiting for me..." She pause,s then holds up her hands, crooking her fingers, before webbing shoots out of the tips, as she quickly runs her hands over her body, covering up her shirt and shorts in layered white webbing that runs over her legs, then gives herself a lower face mask as well. "...there...' She takes a deep breath, looking up the stairs from the broken door. "...let's go."
