It was late at night when Spider-Man finally stopped swinging. He landed on the roof of a rusted wear house near the East River and tried to put Brie down as easy as possible. The walled lot the wear house was on contained several boxes and canisters. The lights on the large lot were barely enough to make anything visible, and they flickered constantly.The property seemed to go on forever. It felt like a movie set. "Creepy..." Brie commented. "So, what exactly do you need me to do here?"

Spider-Man shushed her and crawled over to a sliding window on the rooftop. He waved Brie over once the window was open and asked her to stick her head inside.

"What?" she asked.

"Come on. The Professor told me you were okay with this. Just...stick you head in there and sniff around."

Brie realized she was already there, and an argument wouldn't do any good. "Let's just get this over with," she moaned. She place her two front legs firmly before the window and poked her head it. She sniffed in, her wet nose trying to pick up anything suspicious or of use.

"Smell anything?" Spider-Man asked in a low voice after a few moments.

Brie didn't reply right away. She tried to make out all the different scents. It was hard, since she didn't have a lot of practice. She never used her nose for anything but to smell the average scents during an average environment. But these circumstances, where she had to try and tell what from what, was harder than she thought. She smelled two different men with very strong body spray on. There were rats, which made her want to withdraw her head from inside the place. Suddenly a door inside the wear house opened, and three men wheeled out carts with wooden boxes. Brie shook her head and looked at Spider-Man. "I got nothing."

"I was tipped off this would be the place. Keep trying."

"I am trying. But I just have some rats and guys that overuse AXE."

"There's got to be something. This place has the whole 'druggie' feel to it, doesn't it? I bet there's cocaine in those crates."

"Probably. I need to get closer."

"No! Brie--" but before Spider-Man could stop her, Brie had completely leaped through the window and was standing on an overhanging metal passageway that was suspended fromt he ceiling by metal link-chains. She jumped from that to the second floor of the wear house, hiding behind some open crates. She started sniffing, but could find nothing of interest. Maybe her nose wasn't all Spider-Man thought it would be.

"Anything?" Spider-Man gave a harsh whisper from above. Brie looked at him and shook her head, but then noticed something odd. Her nose tingled for a second. What was that? She followed the scent to a crate and peered inside it. "Drugs!" she said aloud. "Hey! My nose isn't useless!" There were bags of the white goodness lining the crate, and Brie had found it. Suddenly a door opened on the second floor a few feet down from her, and a man was headed her way. She could hear his heavy boots walking towards her. Panicking, Brie pushed the lid to a crate over slightly with her muzzle and leaped inside it. She then used the top of her head to lift the lid back into its closed position. Brie could smell the AXE body spray. One of the men was right by her.

Brie felt the crate lift into the air. She was thrown against one side. "Hell, this is heavy! How much did 'da guy order?"

"Shuddap. The plane'll be here any minute." Brie heard a gun being loaded. The men were armed.

"Ain't it gonna be weird? A plane landin' here? Ain't that a law or sumthin'?"

"As soon as the plane takes off we get the hell outta here." A new voice said.

Plane? Where were these drugs going? Brie sat silent in the crate, hoping Spider-Man would intervene soon. What the hell was he waiting for? An engraved invitation? Did he realize she was in a damn box?

There was another new voice, but it was colder than all the others. "Get moving! I want these crates lined up outside!"

"Yes sir, Mister Smerdyakov."

Smerdyakov? Why did that name sound so familiar?

"Don't call me that, you fool! You know my alias for this operation. I was stupid to have trusted you with the real nature of my plan."

The voice of the man who had AXEd himself to death said, "Sorry, Mister Tresher. I'll tell the others to load the crates."

"Imbecile..."

Brie's box was again carried off, but to where she did not have the slightest idea. Her head started to pain, and she wondered if the drugs were affecting her. Ha, she had never been high before. She wondered if she could be, since the drugs were in bags.

A chill made Brie shiver, but her fur helped her stay warm. She must have been put outside with the other crates for the plane to carry back to wherever it came from. She did not like sitting in a box, but she had no choice at the moment. Unless she wanted to be shot, which really didn't seem like fun.

In the distance she heard an engine, and knew the plane was coming in for a landing. The sound grew louder and louder, and then the ground vibrated as the wheels touched the pavement. She heard the sound of the cargo hold door descending. It wasn't long before her crate was being loaded with the others. She wanted to scream out, but she knew she'd be in trouble if she was found. She sat there, shaking in fear of what could happen. She heard the noise the cargo hold door made once again, and then all was dark. Was there someone in the cargo hold? She didn't know. She couldn't hear anything, but she was too scared to look. So she stayed put in the darkness and wondered where her plane would be going.

A/N:Happy Holidays, Everyone!