Web of the Spider Woman
!SPECIAL EFFECTS! "THOUGHTS"
Chapter Fourteen
Late that night on the New York skylight which was illuminated by the countless well lit buildings in the area, a spider emblem floated in the sky from the NYPD building. On top of the building was a well-dressed woman in her thirties with a decent figure and long hair. She was rather attractive but not strikingly so. Her shoulder length hair blew in the wind as she waited for the person she hoped would show up.
"There you are! You're a hard one to reach," Dina Harvey said to the shadowy, caped figure that stood before her, appearing out of nowhere.
At that moment Chief Inspector DeWolfe came storming out of the door to the roof, rushing towards the searchlight and turning it off.
"Dodson is halfway to London by now. If you had informed me I could have kept her passport. I told you to keep me informed!" Dina said.
"All that was left in the vaults were marked bills; they knew we were on our way! As soon as you're office got involved..."
"My office?! You're sitting down there with scum like Dalton and Ramirez and you accuse me?! Yes, that's right. I almost had Ramirez dead to rights on a racketeering charge," Dina Harvey responded with her arms folded on her chest as if she had won the argument.
"Don't try to deflect the fact that Manfredi clearly has people in your office!" Inspector DeWolfe stated.
Then Dina Harvey turned towards Spider Woman who had stood there quietly ever since she had gotten there.
"We need Lady Lorina Dodson back. But the British won't extradite someone of royal blood under any circumstances."
"Hmm. If I can get her to you can you get her to talk?" Spider Woman asked calmly.
"I'll get her to sing."
"We're going after the mob's life savings, so things are going to get brutal from here on out," DeWolfe stated.
"I knew the job was dangerous when I took it, Inspector." Then she turned towards Spider Woman. "How are you going to... What the..."
"She's gone. She does stuff like that."
As Spidey swung her way home she thought about her new problem. "How am I going to get all the way to England and bring back that spoiled princess? Wait! What's that coming this way?"
"Yeow!"
The rankled redhead looked on as the flying Fantastic Car without any of the famous quartet noticing her passed her by.
"Why those... Wait a minute. I think I might have found a way to England after all."
Spidey quickly spun a web line, attaching to the flying Fantasticar, being taken along with it. As the technologically impressive vehicle flew towards its destination, the fiery redhead stealthily climbed her web line to the point where she was under the Fantasticar, using her clinging spider powers to hold on. As soon as the Fantastic Four had arrived at the Baxter Building's docking bay, they disembarked.
"That was one hard fight! I'm going to take a bath and then I'm going to bed," the Thing exclaimed as he made his way further inside the building.
"I concur. I have a lot of work to do in the morning so, good night, everyone," Reed Richards answered.
"Good night," the Invisible Girl yawned, stretching her arms to her sides and walking away from the docking bay.
"I'm not tired! I'm going to go look at my cars," Johnny Storm exclaimed as he flew out of the area, making a fiery trail behind him.
"Ah, the vitality of youth," Mr. Fantastic said as he left the docking area.
After they had gone, Spider Woman crawled out from under the Fantasticar.
"Now how does this work? This looks rather complicated, and I thought I was a geek. How do I take off with this thing without setting off any alarms? I'll just press this button and..." !TINGLE! "Uh, oh! I don't know how this thing is rigged but my spider sense is warning me not to touch anything. How am I going to get to London? Wait! Someone's coming." Spidey hid in the shadows as Johnny Storm came back into the docking bay looking for something.
"The guy's kind of cute. But I know from reading several articles on the Fantastic Four that the Human Torch has gone through more girls than I've gone through webbing. I'm going to have to seduce him carefully," she thought as she planned.
"Hi there."
"What the... Who are you?" the Torch called out, igniting into flame.
"Take it easy, hot stuff. It's me, Spider Woman. I thought we might spend some time together. What do you say, hmm?"
A demure, sexy smile appeared on woman's face as she sauntered over to him, igniting a different flame in the normally fiery young man.
"Oh, it's you. But how did you get in here? Our security is second to none," Johnny said as his flame died down.
"I got stealth like a ninja. But let's talk about something else," Spidey replied, putting her hands on the shoulders of the handsome young superhero and giving him that look.
"Hey, babe. If you wanted to see me you could have waited in line like all the others," Johnny said in a cocksure manner.
"This guy has such a huge ego. This is going to be difficult."
Then Spider Woman rubbed her breasts against the young man slightly, warming him up.
"I didn't want to keep you waiting. How about taking me for a ride in this thing?"
"All right."
"How far can this thing go?" Spidey asked as they both got inside the Fantasticar.
"This baby can go all the way to the moon, assuming the oxygen supply was up."
"Oooh! Sounds terrific!" Spidey swooned, rocking her head back and jutting her bosom forward to the delight of her host.
Then Johnny smiled at his uninvited guest. "Let's go for a ride, babe!"
"Oh, goody! How about flying all the way to London? Those British pubs so turn me on."
"Sure, babe. We'll get there in a matter of minutes. What's over there that's so important?"
"I have an old friend who lives in London. Her name is Lady Lorina Dodson."
"I've heard of her. She's a hot babe as well. But I find it hard to believe that you'd be a friend of hers. Isn't she some kind of international criminal?"
"Well. She's very rich and throws huge parties. I thought it'd be great to crash her place. But I guess you don't know where she lives," Spidey said, giving the Torch a pleading look that challenged him.
"Of course, I know where she lives!" the Torch lied.
"The computer here will show me where this lady lives. Here she is." "I'll just plot a course for London, England and we'll be there before you know it."
"I was wondering about something else as well."
"What's that?" the young man asked, turning towards his uninvited guest.
"Is there some kind of autopilot that will have this craft go back home?"
"Yeah. The button's right here," Johnny Storm answered, pointing at the large, dark blue button.
"Ooh!" Spidey replied, sounding impressed.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," the young man said with a cocksure attitude.
"Is there a stealth mode on this? I don't want the Royal Air Force coming out of nowhere and trying to shoot us down."
"Way ahead of you, Babe! I turned on the stealth mode a long time ago."
"Wow! You've thought of everything, Johnny!"
"That's right. I'm the man! Hey, we'll almost there." At that moment, the craft landed right on top of Lady Lorina's mansion.
"Looks like we're," Spider Woman stated.
"We are here. Let's crash this party!"
"Yes, about that." The ninja girl moved her lips closer to him. Then she pressed a nerve near Johnny's neck, gently knocking him out.
"He'll be out for a couple of hours. That will give me plenty of time to bring Miss Dobson into this vehicle and back to New York before Johnny knows what happened. I hate doing this to him, but there was no other way I could get to London, England."
Spider Woman made her way into the mansion quietly, getting in through an open window. The castle looked a little medieval on the outside but it was obviously kept up and maintained in a modern fashion. It looked even more modern on the inside as Spidey carefully used her ninja stealth skills backed up by her danger sense to make sure that none of the guards and servants noticed that she was there.
As she searched through the castle Spidey found Lady Dobson lying on her large, lush bed, asleep and exhausted after a night of partying to the point that she hadn't bothered changing into pajamas or taking off her fine clothes.
"This bedroom is larger than the newsroom at the Daily Globe! And this bed could probably fit half the reporters who work with me. The vanity mirror is larger than life. This rabbit girl really knows how to live. Anyway, it's time to bring her back to New York."
Then Spider Woman gently picked the woman up and quietly left the room and castle until she had come back to the vehicle that had brought her there.
"Johnny's still here asleep just like I left him. After putting Sleeping Beauty right next to him, it's time to go back to America."
The sparkling redhead grabbed Johnny's hand and used it to press the large, dark blue button that set up the autopilot which took them back to the Baxter Building.
As soon as the fantastic vehicle landed inside the Baxter Building's docking bay, Spider Woman took the sleeping Lady Dobson and left the building, spinning a web line and swinging in the direction of the home of Inspector DeWolfe.
Upon her arrival at her destination, Spidey webbed the British Lady to a lamp post right in front of the inspector's house. After that, she knocked on the front door. By the time the inspector opened the door Spider Woman was on top of an opposing building, watching the look of shock on DeWolfe's face as she noticed Lady Dobson right there.
"What? Where am I?" the rich girl said to no one in particular, waking up with a big headache. Then she looked up and noticed DeWolfe regarding her.
"Welcome back to New York, Lady Dobson," the inspector said with a smile.
XXX
"Give us the money and we'll talk about making a deal," District Attorney Dina Harvey said to Lorina Dobson who sat across from her with her lawyer to the right of her.
"The money is the only thing keeping me alive," Lorina replied with a knowing look.
"You mean you're worried about what will happen to you when your business partners find out you've helped us?" the D.A. queried.
"Are you threatening my client?" the lawyer asked, giving the D.A. a hard look.
"No. I'm just assuming Miss Dobson's going to cooperate. Well, are you?"
Lorina Dobson returned the D.A.'s question with a hard, unflinching stare.
"All right. Enjoy your time in lockup, Lady Dobson." That being said, Dina did an about-face and made her way to the door.
"Wait!" Dobson called out, prompting the D.A. to turn around and face her again.
"Yes?"
"I won't give you the money, but I will give you my business partners."
"You were nothing but an accountant for them. What do you have on all of them that we could charge them for?"
"I'm a master of numbers and calculations, having handled all of their investments. I've put them all together so I've seen everything and know everything."
"Hmm. Give me a minute."
After leaving the room, the D.A. walked over to Inspector Jean DeWolfe who had been watching the interrogation from a one-sided invisible glass.
"Can we use what she's willing to give us?" DeWolfe asked.
"Yes. We can get them all on Rico charges since they've all pooled their resources together," Dina replied.
"Is that really going to work?" the inspector asked.
"Yes. In a Rico case, if you can charge one of them with a felony, you can charge them all. I'm going to take Lady Dobson's offer. Get enough police officers ready." With that, the D.A. walked back into the interrogation room with a spring in her step.
"Miss Dobson. What kind of details do you have in this communal fund?"
"First I want immunity, protection and a plane back to England. Those are my demands."
"After you testify in court during the trial."
"You got a deal," the British aristocrat confirmed.
"But I'm curious about one thing. With all of your clients locked up, what's going to happen with all that money?"
"As I said before, I'm very good with calculations," the aristocratic woman said with a sweet smile.
XXX
In a bar and grill in New York, a group of mob bosses watched the news event of Lady Dobson being held by the New York Police Department.
"I don't know Lady Dobson's travel arraignments!" the D.A. said during an interview on television
"The witch was right," Hammerhead said to one of his higher ranking henchmen. "We have to deal with the real problem which is Spider Woman."
"Then we ought to put the word out. We're hiring the witch after all," one of his lieutenants answered.
"Yes."
"I'm not aware of any help from any costume vigilantes."
At that point, Inspector Dewolfe showed up with a few dozen police officers backing her up.
"The D.A, looks good on television, doesn't she?" the inspector said to the seated mobsters.
"By the way, you're under arrest, Hammerhead."
"You're not going to embarrass me in front of all my friends here, are ya?" the crime boss replied.
"Oh, don't worry. They'll be coming along as well."
A few hours later inside of a large courtroom a judge read the arrest warrants.
"There are seven hundred counts of racketeering, eight hundred counts of extortion, two hundred fifty counts of fraud, one hundred counts of conspiracy to commit murder. How do the defendants plead?"
"Not guilty!" the five hundred so or more defendants announced in a throng.
"Order! Order!" the judge demanded, pounding her gavel while Hammerhead and other well-known arch criminals looked on in amazement.
XXX
The next day, early in the morning at the Daily Bugle:
"I'm shocked!" J. Jonah Jameson exclaimed, throwing down his rival's newspaper on his desk in a rage.
"It was a pretty good story, Jonah," the chief editor, Robbie Robertson said in reply.
"And tell me how that little girl from the Daily Globe managed to scoop us again! With all the reporters I have around here that should have been impossible!"
"Nobody knows, Jonah. She's not capable of getting great stories consistently like their star reporter Felix Hardy but she has a lot of luck every now and then. But it still surprises me how she was able to report on how so many alleged criminals and thugs were charged by the district attorney," Robbie Robertson replied again.
"What I want to know is, how did get Mary Jane Watson back to the Daily Globe in order to make the morning edition so quickly? How did she know the police were going to arrest all those gangsters? And thinking about teenagers, where is Parker? If a mousy little geek girl like Watson can come up with stories like this, surely someone quick and agile like Peter should be able to have gotten some pictures."
"Didn't you see our own newspaper, Jonah?" Robbie asked.
"No, I haven't. I was so upset about the Daily Globe getting the scoop on us I haven't had a chance to look at it."
Then Jameson took a look at his own newspaper. "Hmm. I see. So Peter actually managed to get some pictures of the police arresting all those criminals after all. All right. I guess Parker isn't so worthless after all. Hmm. He even got a picture of the police taking Lady Dobson inside the NYPD building. How did he manage that?"
"He happened to be there at the time. Cory Sedlmeier, the photo editor, has already paid Peter the usual rate you normally pay. Allowing him in the building after hours was a good idea, Jonah," Robbie replied.
"Of course, it was! These are good pictures. It's too bad all of my reporters were caught flat footed though. Maybe I should hire more kids like Parker and Watson," Jameson commented, admiring his newspaper with pride.
At the same time in the building of the Daily Globe:
"Good work, Mary Jane!" Mr. Wilkins complemented the blushing young girl.
"Thanks, Mr. Wilkins!" Mary Jane gushed.
"We scooped the Daily Bugle once again! The only thing they got on us was pictures. But that's all right. We got the story; that's more important."
"Yes, Mr. Wilkins," Mary Jane said happily, practically jumping up and down with glee.
"You even found out that Lady Dobson AKA the White Rabbit was at the N.Y.P.D. station before anybody else did? Come to think of it, you and that Parker kid were the only ones who did your jobs on that subject," Wilkins commented.
"Well, I walked by there, hoping for a scoop of some kind and saw Peter Parker skulking around. I figured he was on to something and I was right. He seems to have a knack for getting good pictures," the young girl answered.
"I see. Good work, kid! But don't spend too much time chasing that guy around. You should be able to get good stories on your..."
All of a sudden there was a large thump against one of the windows of the Daily Globe building!
"What was that?" one of the reporters asked no one in particular, looking up from her typewriter.
"Look outside the window!"
Everyone then noticed a woman wearing a makeshift Spider Woman uniform with green makeup on her face, and her neck tied up in a noose. The lady was rather hefty but not so heavy as to break the strong rope that held her fast.
"She's not moving. She's dead," an office worker said upon closer inspection of the corpse.
"Call the police and tell them what's going on!" one of the chief editors called out.
"There's something on the CNN news!" a copy editor announced.
"Turn on the main monitor!" Wilkins ordered.
As the wide screen television came alive they saw the woman who was hanging dead outside sitting down, tied up without the makeup but still wearing the makeshift Spider Woman outfit.
"Tell them your name," a sexy and deliciously evil sounding voice ordered.
"I'm Margaret Tomlin," the middle-aged woman answered tiredly.
"Are you the Amazing Spider Woman?"
"No."
"No? No?! Then why do you dress like her?! Look at this ugly thing! Yuck!" the feminine voice said as a green hand pulled off the red colored wig the woman was wearing, shaking it around.
"She represents the fact that we don't have to be afraid of scum like you," the woman answered, trying to sound brave.
"Oh, really? You do have to be afraid of me. You really do, you fat bitch!" the young woman screamed in a frightening manner, prompting the middle-aged woman to look upon her with fright. Then a green-skinned hand appeared on the screen and choked the older woman for a few seconds.
"Ungh!"
"Hush now!" the young woman ordered, slapping the gasping woman in the face.
"Oooww!" the woman cried out. Then she sobbed silently.
"You think Spider Woman has made New York a safer place?"
"Yes."
"Oh, really? Look at me. Look at me!" the voice screamed terrifying the people in the newsroom who watched the display.
After the middle-aged woman gave a frightened, teary-eyed look to her tormentor, the visage changed to a frightening yet beautiful, green-skinned woman who was dressed up like the Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of Oz.
"See. This is how crazy, Spider Woman had made New York," the green-skinned woman said, her face covering the screen even more.
"If there's to be peace in New York City, Spider Woman must die! She is to show herself to me so I can brutally rip her apart! And for every day I have to wait on her people will die. This starts today. I'm a witch of my word. Ha ha ha ha ha!"
"Aaaaaggh!" the middle-aged woman hideously screamed as the video faded to black.
"Gasp!"
"Oh, my!"
"Is Spider Woman going to show up and fight this Wicked Witch of the West?" a reporter asked out loud.
"Probably not!" J. Jonah Jameson exclaimed after he and everyone in the room had just watched the video broadcast of the Wicked Witch of the West threatening Spider Woman and murdering a Spider Woman wannabe.
"Spider Woman's a lily-livered coward who won't show, prompting that crazy witch to murder anyone who comes across her path!"
"If Spider Woman and Serena Jade have it out, I'll try to get pictures of the event, Mr. Jameson!" Peter Parker announced, walking in the room.
"That's nice, Parker. But here's what you can do for me now. There's a huge fundraiser party being held for the new D.A. at the home of wealthy businessman, Tony Stark, later on, tonight. I'm going to be there; you're gonna be there too to take pictures of the whole event," J. Jonah Jameson ordered the young man.
"I'm there, Mr. Jameson," Peter answered.
"You're not there yet, Parker! When you do get there make sure you're wearing a tuxedo with all the trappings. I'm sure you can afford it with all the money I've been paying you. And do something about your overgrown hair! I won't have you looking like some over-muscled barbarian!"
"Yes, Mr. Jameson. I'll be there."
"Fortunately, I've already figured out how to take my hair and wrap it around my head while using hair clips to make it look short," Peter thought to himself.
XXX
As she made her way home from work, Mary Jane Watson contemplated the day's events.
"I'd bet my last bottom dollar, that the Wicked Witch of the West will arrive at that party Tony Stark is having. Stark must be loaded to be able to rent the whole floor of one of the most luxurious hotels in the city of New York. Even though Mr. Wilkins sent me home and is having Felix do the reporting, I'm going to show up at that party as Spider Woman!"
XXX
Later that night several of the richest and most prominent people of New York mingled in a large suite that had the best food ever seen. The well-aged wine flowed freely from expensive glasses as several pillars of society enjoyed themselves.
"Take another one, Parker!" J. Jonah Jameson ordered while standing next to the mayor as Peter complied.
"Yes, Mr. Jameson!"
"And make sure they're good pictures too!"
"Yes, Mr. Jameson!" Peter confirmed, wearing a tux that fit him perfectly.
"I've never seen so many high rollers in my entire life! I have so many pictures of all the important people of New York. I even got a couple good pictures of Tony Stark before he had to leave on some urgent business. It's a good thing I brought extra film."
"Greetings, Peter."
The young man turned to see a tall, well built, middle-aged man with a drop-dead gorgeous, busty yet slender blond standing next to him.
"I'm sorry, sir. I don't know who you are."
"I'm Norman Osborne. My daughter is a cheerleader at your school. I find your photos fascinating. It's obvious to me you're an up and comer. I should like to introduce you to my daughter sometime."
"That's nice, Mr. Osborne, but I already have a girlfriend," Peter answered politely.
"Why is this guy giving me the creeps? Is it because I can't stand his daughter and her cheerleader friends?"
"I realize my daughter doesn't have good taste in men, but she'll recognize substance over fluff sooner or later. No need for you to give up on her so quickly."
"Um, yes. Well, I need to get more film for my camera. It's been nice talking to you, Mr. Osborne," Peter answered with good manners as he made his way through the crowd.
"That boy has a great deal of quality to him beyond his muscles and good looks. I hope to get him in my company or into my family somehow."
XXX
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Be here next time when Spider Woman clashes with the Wicked Witch of the West! Now I'd like to give props to the people who gave me reviews for the last chapter.
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