From the eve of a shop selling Christmas ornaments rang an eerie tune, "Something wicked this way comes."

The rest was unintelligible as a caucasian couple carefully perused their way back the winding back alleyways of Seoul, Korea. The man spoke with a strong New Yorker accent, checking his Apple iWatch for a wifi signal, but there seemed to be some interfering. The other man was clutching an orange bag brimming with souvenirs and trinkets that he would bring home to his Sunday Embroidery Club.

"Michael why did we come this way? Instead of going forward why don't we go back to that cute shop and ask the old lady for directions."

"Nate, this is Asia. No one in their right mind is going to help us, we're not welcome here. I think this is more of the low income areas. "

"Michael, Maven needs to have his nap . . ." Nate was more heavy set than Michael so much so that their son had been completely suffocated before his father had turning him round to face his other male companion.

Maven's dark hand was rubbing his eyes. He muttered something to negate what his father had said about him, as he didn't want to agitate them anymore than he already had. Nate scooped up Maven and settled him on his shoulder.

"It's ok, you have one daddy you can rely on."

"Do you really think this is the time for . . . woah, hey brother why don't you put down that knife. I mean it, I don't have anything valuable with me."

The assault came from all sides, a few moments ago what had been an empty street was filled with a rag tag gang of thugs. Each was masked with a turban of white cloth and tape. Only their eyes were visible. Nate looked over their heads to the shops above and around and simultaneously everyone closed, locked, bolted their doors and windows. All the merchandise which had been sitting outside was bundled up and tucked away.

The knife was pointed forward until it rested at the hollow of Michael's throat. Nate prayed that Maven was knocked out cold. The little black boy had enough psychological problems resulting from experiences in situations just like this.

Michael reached back and handed the assailant his wallet. "I don't have anything worth having man. We waited 6 years to go on this trip."

The main mugger shrugged as he pocketed the wallet. As the deed was done the men dispersed.

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Masks off, a group of men gathered by a garbage disposal. They were flipping through the wallet discussing the contents. They were tossing whatever they couldn't use into the bin behind them. As the leader counted what cash was in the wallet, the crooks started to squabble.

"I should get half because I bribed the police."

"Well I bribed the shops."

"I kidnapped the police commissioner's wife and no one paid me. He didn't care that she died because he wanted to get married to his mistress."

"No one cares. It's an equal share for all of us."

"How do we know the boss won't keep a little extra for himself?"

The main honcho who was counting stood stock still. He felt a slimy substance drip onto his coat. He touched it curiously and held it out to his followers. Then in tandem all of them looked up.

"Is that a cosplayer?"

The masked vigilante released a thin stream of web and retrieved the whole contents of the wallet. "I don't think that belongs to any of you," she said with a self-satisfied sneer. The woman was stunning, her body's allure covered in thin bands of webbing which was wrapped around her body. Pieces of the garment dribbled down and the members of the gang recoiled. Her hair, was coated in the slime as well and she didn't seem to mind.

"Hey we worked hard for that loot. Who do you think you are? Just because you're wearing a mummy costume with some whatever this is that you're a real superhero."

Silk slinked down upside down on a spiderweb. Her mask covered her expression, but she was even with him. "Do you think making a mask makes you stronger?"

The leader tried to kiss her exposed lips, but the heroine is was gone. She's shot a gag on his face before swinging out of the district. He gagged loudly before tearing the webbing off his mouth. The minions gazed on incredulously that their boss could have been tricked by the weaker sex.

"What do we do now boss?"

"Call our friends in New York and alert the brothers that we need to lay low for a while. We got a visit from the friendly neighborhood Spiderman's lady."

"Boss, we're missing two of our own."

"Probably ran. Forget about them. We got other things to do."

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Detective Kim was sitting in a small family owned restaurant. He liked the peace of mind being in a place without a lot of patrons milling about as he ate his bibimbap. He'd eaten the same meal at this diner for the past ten years. It was a routine so people who wanted to leave tips could do without having the police directly involved.

His phone lit up with notifications and he placed a call to the sender. "What is it? I'm going to finish my lunch here before leaving, where should I head?"

"Senior, I apologize profusely for disturbing you, but two crooks have been found by Seoul Police and there are reports that there's a woman wrapped in bandages like a mummy who's been seen on surveillance who's-"

Kim's eyes rolled back into his head as he made a distinct frustrated sound. He reassured the junior officer that he would arrive on the scene as soon as possible. Then went on a tirade about keeping wits in the heat of a strange situation. "I run on facts. You understand that? Twenty years I've been on these streets. Don't call me like this again or have your senior call me so I don't have to deal with a hysteric."

Half an hour later, Detective Kim showed up to the scene. He was greeted by an officer with a toothless old woman. He pulled out a pad of paper from one of his inner jacket pockets and began questioning her. Kim listened in detail to her description of the woman who had swooped down from the sky like a bird and dropped the two goons on her doorstep before knocking and asking her to turn in a wallet to the police as she didn't speak the language very well.

"She was incredibly beautiful, like a cobweb fairy."

Kim flipped his notebook closed and smiled. He reassured the woman he would look into her story and try his best to make sure that she wouldn't get caught up in anything that would put her or her dog in danger.

One of the senior officer's put one of his hands on Kim's shoulder. He knew who it would be without being prompted. "It's that reporter again, isn't it?"

The officer nodded. And signals to the two plainclothesmen to let the shabby reporter through. He was holding a camera and shook Kim's hand vigorously when he caught up to him. He pushed his glasses up when he saw Kim's stern expression. "I'm Lee Jung Soo, from Seoul City Star. I'm the one who's been following the 'spider attacks.' Do you know sir that this is the twelveth attack in over a month. Can you make a statement of whether or not it's true that Police Commissioner Jeon has opened a chapter into investigating these odd events? "

Kim's paused and tried to intimidate the reporter. "Don't you have better things to report about?"

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