I'm not usually in de habit of calling early nights, but Parker's little show back dere left a bad taste in my mouth and with half de island acting like lunatics, it seems like as good a time as any to pack it in. Apparently someone- or something else has got other plans, though. My line of work, knowing when dere are eyes on you's a useful skill to have, and it tends to come in handy more often den it probably should.

I'm not sure exactly how long I've been followed, but it's getting long enough for me to be annoyed as well as on edge by de time something comes of it. Not a big fan of suspense, me. Still, when something comes flying at me out of the trees at Warp 3, it's sudden enough dat I don't even have de chance to come up with a witty comment as I leap to the side, just managing to avoid a pair of colorful little booties upside the head.

"Spider-Man?" I shout, rolling to my feet. "Have you lost your mind, homme?"