Web-bolts faster crooks to the wall as he leaps over the swing of a baseball bat to come down on top of the man swinging it.
A leap, a twirl, and now he's on the bar, cartwheeling in the direction of a particular man he's seen before. One of the shooters from the day they were born.
He shoots a webline and catches the man at the ankle, pulling gently for him; the man goes crashing to the ground. He dodges another swing before it makes contact and drops down next to the killer.
"You will pay for your sins tonight." the Black Suit says. He then hoists the man over his shoulder with ease and runs back out the front door.
He does not direct the Pretender to follow him. He will either do so, or not.
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