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The theft is confirmed, my lord.

The mutagen Z99 has been stolen from the level five laboratory.

We suspect the human revolutionaries, in particular, the one known as Git Huskins.

I fear that one day our master's sins shall undo us all.

Surrender now.

Must eliminate target.

Surrender now.

Do not fire.

I would preserve him if possible, for I have much invested in this specimen.

Git Huskins, you cannot comprehend the danger which you may have unleashed.

For the good of all, human and bestial alike, return that to me.

Machine men, stop him, stop him at all costs.

Even if you must destroy him.

Yeah, these are some nice pictures, kid.

But nice don't sell papers, now do it.

You've seen one guy swinging on a web and you've seen him all.

Life is tough, Pete, especially since the high evolutionary took over.

People want escapism, they wanna know more about this Spider-Man's personal life.

They wanna know what he's eating, what he's doing for fun, or even better,

who's he seeing, nothing like an embarrassed public figure to sell papers.

Yeah, there's your assignment, Parker.

Your buddy Spider-Man must have a girlfriend.

Get me pictures of her, or better yet, of them together.

But Mr. Minio, it's not like I can just ask him for a photo op.

Spider-Man's not exactly my best pal.

Boss, look out the window.

This better be good, whoa.

Parker, get me some pics of this.

I'm on it.

Surrender now.

Hope you don't mind if I cut in.

Beats me what this is all about.

But if I don't get you out of here, you're gonna really need those bandages.

My spider sense, tingling- >> Must eliminate targets.

Nice shooting, partner, not.

Now it's lasers versus webbing, or not.

I knew I should have loaded my web shooters this morning.

Surrender now.

Surrender now.

You know, the trouble with this world is that everyone's always shooting at

someone, namely me, without taking the time to talk.

The Wundergore welcome wagon.

Status, good sir, and he has again escaped us.

What are you guys doing here, as if I didn't know?

I might well ask the same of you, Spider-Man, but

there is no time for such pleasantries.

Hey, I don't remember asking you, mutton man.

Tread softly, my love.

When you insult one night of Wundergore, you insult us all.

Well, that's convenient.

And would you please stop calling me your love?

Patience, Lady Vermin, our own survival, as well as the survival of our city,

depends upon finding the bio-container Git Hoskins has stolen.

Let us resume the hunt.

Hold it, sheep dip.

Git's helped save my bacon from you guys more than once.

I figure that makes it my business to know why you're chasing him and

what this bio-container has in it.

It is a viral agent which was stolen from my lab,

capable of causing extreme mutagenic changes in living tissue.

It is also highly contagious with an airborne vector.

Now stand aside, insect.

I keep telling you, it's arachnid.

And what gives?

The last time I saw you guys, you wanted to chase me all over the lower east side,

kick my butt, and slice me up six ways to Sunday.

Make no mistake, parasite.

I shall indeed kick your butt and slice you up six ways to Sunday and

take great pleasure in doing so.

But presently, more pressing matters rob me of such enticing diversions.

Proceed to grid seven search.

It's getting so masked vigilante can't get arrested in this town.

And tells me I better keep an eye on those guys.

But since I can't keep up with those flying hobby horses without webbing,

a spider tracer will have to- >>

Contagious.

That's a word I've never liked much, right up there with root canal and broccoli.

Now to get home, fill up on web fluid and track down Git before they do.

Hey pal, any chance you're headed for Midtown?

Well, looks like I gotta do it the hard way.

Public transportation, Spidey style.

Mary Jane?

Man, does it.

Gotta get off this planet before I wind up dating outside my species.

You said you wouldn't call me.

You have a man living there.

Only renting the spare room, not that it's any of your business.

Where you and Shane are concerned, I make it my business.

You're the one who left us and threatening my tenant won't get you anywhere.

Why don't you just leave us alone?

It's dad.

Is he coming home?

I don't think so, hon, we'll see.

John, what's wrong?

Naoko, help me.

You're too heavy.

Some bedside manner you've got here, doc.

Peter, well, you should know how to make an entrance.

Let's get him into the clinic.

John Jameson?

You know who he is?

Oh, I saw pictures in the daily bite of some suspected human revolutionaries.

He was one of them.

Help me strap him down.

He has a medical condition, he made him violent.

I've got a job interview, Naoko.

Don't wanna be late.

See you later.

Man, that was close.

If Jameson knew Peter Parker and Spider-Man are both on counter Earth.

That's more explaining than I wanna do right now.

I'd better steer clear of this place until I get to the bottom of whatever's going on with Git.

Git was supposed to bring the container he stole from Saram's lab to us.

Instead, he's disappeared with it.

The blasted high evolutionary was making a biological weapon.

He's planning to get rid of our kind.

Saram said it was some kind of highly contagious virus.

The virus is the least of our worries.

The container has a built-in fail-safe device.

Its timers started counting down the moment the material left the lab.

We found this out after Git left on the mission.

Deep cover, nowhere to contact him.

Best estimate is about two hours before it triggers.

Exactly what kind of fail-safe are we talking about?

A fusion bomb.

According to our intelligence, unless abort codes are entered within two hours,

it'll fry a circular area about 25 miles in diameter.

Course, if anybody opens the seals without entering the codes, it triggers immediately.

If it goes off in New York City, it'll wipe out millions.

Which is why we've got to find Git.

By the time he gets to the rendezvous point, it may be too late.

Saram said something about searching grid seven.

Can we find out where that is?

We've broken some of their codes.

This might be one of them.

Just what have you got in mind, old son?

The only way we stand a chance of finding Git is if we and the Knights work together.

Hey, Sir Lego Lamb, got a proposition for you.

What is the meaning of this?

I say we join forces.

It's the only way to find Git in time.

You revolutionaries caused this problem in the first place.

Let there be an end to your interference, now!

This was a bad idea, you think?

Hold it, hold it!

Listen to me, all of you, this is bigger than genetic differences.

If the fail safe triggers, human and beast fuel alike will be blown away.

Look, it doesn't matter who got us into this mess.

What matters is getting out in time.

You can't be serious.

Humans working with beast fuels turns my stomach the idea does.

On that one thing, we agree at least.

Seram, you're a scientist, do the math.

If we work together, we more than double our chances.

Much as I hate to admit it, your words make sense.

Very well, Spider-Man.

Humans and knights will work together on this, distasteful though it may be.

A born negotiator.

This is the primary rendezvous site.

This is where we were supposed to meet Git after he'd stolen the virus.

He was here, he sent his faint, but unmistakable.

He went that way.

I always said she smelled like a rat.

You are fortunate that time does not allow me to demonstrate my contempt for

you and all your kind.

You want a demonstration?

Hear it now, horn head, hear it now.

Back off, all of you.

We're not on the playground here, get it straight.

We work together or we all fry.

I must reluctantly agree.

I would not trust our foes to deal with this problem in the proper manner on

their own.

That goes double for me.

There's a secondary rendezvous location two miles from here.

Git should have gone there.

This is the secondary rendezvous point.

If we're lucky, Git'll show up here in time.

Incoming.

He must think we've gone turncoat.

He has the bio container.

Retrieve it.

I must disarm the bomb.

He'll need those bandages even more when I'm finished with him.

By the double elix.

Come to pass.

Got it.

Stow me, he's triggered the destruct switch.

Destruct switch.

Hit the deck.

You go after Git, we'll follow when we can.

He's right.

You're the only one who can catch him on foot.

Git, it's not what you think.

Man.

Git, stop.

Git, it's me, I'm on your side.

The container, we must hurry.

The deactivation code will not work once the final minute is reached.

It's too late.

That's it then.

In less than a minute, we're history along with the city.

You give up too quick, Bromley, we're not cooked yet.

Git, listen to me, we need your help.

The bio container has a bomb in it.

If we don't stop it, the entire city will go up.

Think of all the children, Git.

He's right, Git, please.

Good on you, Git, you're a hero, lad.

Not now, Bromley.

Do not think humans that our joint success changes your status in any way.

When we meet again, we are enemies.

And you may expect no.

As I said, expect no quarter.

This is not my idea of a happy ending.

I don't believe this.

What, was there a sale on death wishes?

You guys just saved the whole city and a lot of New Jersey by working together.

Isn't that enough for one night?

We'll be keeping this as a little souvenir of the evening's festivities.

I'd advise you to go now.

Try it, human, and you shall not leave this rooftop alive.

Look, I'm the only neutral party here.

I'll take the canister and see that it's destroyed once and for all.

And how exactly do you intend to safely dispose of the virus?

Only I have the facilities to contain its mutagenic properties.

There's no way you're getting your mad scientist myths on this stuff again.

You appealed to my logic earlier, Spider-Man.

Now I appeal to yours.

Only I can dispose of this menace, and you know it.

What assurance do we have that you will destroy it?

You have my word as a knight of Wanda-Gore.

That should suffice.

Yeah, right.

Your word in a nickel will--

Hey!

Get it. Are you sure about this?

Spider-Man and the Rat Lady.

Who'd have thunk it?

Okay, people, let's look alive.

We got a paper to get out.

Move it! Move it!

Oh, nice doing business with you, Parker.

Ha ha, same here.

Let's keep it nice.

Another piece of the puzzle.

So how was school today?

Okay.

Hey, did you see that picture of Spider-Man and the Rat Lady in the paper?

Oh, gross.

Yeah.

I can't imagine what he'd see in her.

Not with people like your mother around.

We'll see about this, Peter Parker.