Summary:Spider-Man lays out his Plan A for Spider-Girl, as he heads towards his destiny… Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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<This is Spider-Girl, checking in.>
Anya is scampering you the exterior wall of the GIRL building. <I just left the Faraday Cage at GIRL. What's going on?>
For a moment, no answer…then Spider-Man answers. He sounds tired. Actually, he sounds exhausted.
"<I'm…I think we have a solution. I found something Morlun has no defense against. RADIATION.>
<That makes sense.>
Anya's voice is invigorated, but it is stern, lacking in her usual sassy demeanor. As she crests the roof of the building, she keeps talking as she approaches the other end of the roof, facing the city.
<We've examined his genome, and its beyond anything I've ever seen. But radiation, that makes sense. It's like… cancer. How do you best cancer, right? Chemotherapy.> She stops, frowning. <I'm not making any sense. You sound tired. Where are you?>
Spidey's breathing is rapid, but ALICE does not transmit that. <I'm…currently heading through Brooklyn. Morlun's about 100 feet behind and 40 feet below me. And…he's gaining.> He pauses. <…I have a plan.>
"Dulce Jesus, por favor ayudanos." Spider-Girl clicks her comm back on. <Tell me.>
She bounces, as if she were back in high school, warming up before a gymnastics competition. She wants to run, to join him, but her intellect is telling her to wait.
Another pause. A long one.
<Morlun thinks…I'm pure. The spider that bit me marked me, apparently that I'm part of some grand design. That I'm a pure specimen, considering how I am apparently linked to the Spider-Avatars in other universes.> A brief pause.
<Except I'm NOT. Before I was bitten by the spider, it was inundated with radiation, of a level I probably will never know. But he has gotten close to me…hurt me…and he doesn't know this. He still thinks I'm pure.>
Spider-Girl remains silent for some time as she considers what he's getting at. <You think this radioactive spider left… something radioactive in you?> she asks, not yet jumping to any conclusions.
<I know it. My tests confirmed it. But it's not enough. Whatever radioactivity is in my body, it's not enough…>
Spider-Man can't even say it. He can't say the words.
<…so…I have to MAKE IT ENOUGH.>
Reaching up, Anya cuts the comm to make sure it's a direct line, so that only the two of them can hear. <Cut the crap, Peter, and give it to me straight. What are you gonna do, nuke yourself?>
At the edge of the rooftop, she's got her hands planted on her hips. She wouldn't know it, but she's standing there just like her mother used to stand when she was angry about something.
A long silence, but it finally ends as he lands on the roof of one building, then leaps towards the next.
<…P-33.>
Phosphorus-33, a nucleotide isotope of phosphorus. Used in many medical treatments of cancer…in the appropriate doses.
<…. you can probably handle it,> Anya answers. <Or we could rip off a bunch of X-Ray machines, hook 'em up to some car batteries, and nuke his ass.> She shakes her head and starts pacing.
<Look, I'll go with you on this. But I think we need a backup plan. I'm gonna work on that. Okay?>
<…okay…but Angel's going to deliver what I need. I made the calculations. I figure 54 mL will be enough to saturate me.> Another pause. <And Angel is going to keep me alive until it happens.>
There is a pause, during which Anya is already googling urgent cares and veterinarian offices in the area. Universities, and their schedules. However, her voice is shaky.
<If this doesn't work, and you kick the bucket, I will never forgive you. Do you hear me? I need to know where and when this is gonna happen.>
<Where it all began, of course. There is police tape…but I think we're past preserving a crime scene by this point. The warehouse where he committed his first offense. The place will stink of blood. It'll rile him up. It'll make him excited…hungry…thirsty. We want him consumed with bloodlust.>
Spider-Man sounds very, very weary.
<I'll be there.> Spider-Girl then clicks off the comm, and leaps from the building.
She's got work to do.