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She was silent, as always, and she moved into the shadows as quickly as she could. There were only a couple of lights, still burning, high up on the ceiling of the gym, casting long and dancing shadows all over the walls. It wasn't hard for the Spider to slip into darkness as soon as she got in. Anyone looking directly at the door would have wondered if they had really seen anything at all.

But no one was looking at the door.

There was a single man, sitting in the center of the gymnasium. But it wasn't just any man.

This man was Frank Farracone, and he was no small time punk. The Spider crouched in the darkness, watching him for a couple of minutes. He was just sitting there, his hands folded, waiting. Blinking in the semi-darkness. Not moving. Just sitting there.

She crouched, again opening her senses. She heard him breathe, quietly, regularly, seemingly as if all he wanted to do was to sit in that seat, under those dim lights, just waiting until something arrived.

But what? Who?

She almost jumped when he finally spoke.

"Are you here? Are you here yet?"

She debated answering him. But she knew she wasn't in danger from him. Physically, she could take him down. She was also positive that he, inexplicably, didn't have a gun.

Who would come and do whatever he was doing with no gun?

She answered him from the darkness.

"Who are you waiting for?"

He sighed with relief.

"You are here," he said. "Finally. Finally. I've been waiting."

"Waiting for what?"

"For you to come. I have to talk to you."

The Spider remained where she was. None of this made sense. Frank Farracone was nominally a businessman, who owned several restaurants around the City, but the Spider knew that he made most of his money doing illegal things. Cutting and selling drugs. But Frank Farracone didn't get his hands dirty. There was no reason why he would be in this school, this late at night. Even if he was, where was everybody else?

"There's a lot of drugs here," he went on. He was pointing at some bricks of what was probably uncut cocaine wrapped in plastic. There was more than a few of them. "There's also a lot of money- I have a lot of money on me."

Why was he telling her this?

"You're going to go to jail," the Spider told him.

"Yeah, I know," he said.

Finally, she stepped up and revealed herself, walking towards him.

She was a sight. Usually criminals didn't know what to believe when they saw her. She was small, petite, which usually gave thugs the idea that she couldn't be any threat to them. She wore a skin-tight outfit of all black, black on black, with black boots, a small black utility belt. The only part of her outfit that wasn't black was the small white slits that covered her eyes. Her mouth was exposed, and her shoulder length hair, but the rest of her was just... the blackness of night shadows.

But not this guy. He didn't move or seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. It was as if he knew she was coming and that was the long and short of it.

"I'm going to have you arrested," she told him. "I know who you are, and I know what you do. It's time for you to pay for your mistakes."

"It doesn't matter," he told her. "Nothing that happens to me is important. My story ends here tonight. But it's important that- "

He didn't get to finish that thought. In the blink of an eye, a heartbeat, the Spider was on him. She leapt behind him, and pulled him from the chair and onto the table, on his face, his chest. Before he could react, she had his arms behind him, her webbing out, and she secured his arms to each other. She dropped him back into the chair, and wrapped him up in that, for good measure.

He didn't resist in any way, not that it would have done any good, but still...

She stepped back.

He just sat there and said, "OK?"

Like he was waiting for her to get something out of her system or something.

She held up a small electronic device, about the size of a quarter.

"I'll drop this when I go," she told him.

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