AN: So I've been working a lot these past few weeks, and been sick as well. This chapter is a bit weaker as a result. I just had difficulty getting the motivation and energy to write to the same quality that I normally have. However the time came to either get something out for you all. So I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 5

Peter woke up slowly. The soft hum of Manhattan outside the window, with the golden glow of the sun served as the stimulus to bring him to consciousness. The soft sheets of the bed wrapped themselves around every appendage and limb in an attempt to seduce him back into sleep. The sole reason that Peter did not do just that was because he decided to check the time on his phone, and new that another few house of sleep, and he would miss his appointment with Norah.

Peter sat up and looked around the room. The scent of Felicia's perfume, and sweat clung to the covers. Atop those was note on a loose sheet of paper. Peter read through it. The note Felicia left explained that she had to go do some shopping, and that he was going to have to be her 'big boy' and get himself to work.

Peter shook his head at the joke and swung his legs out the bed. He first utilized the bathroom to shower, shave, and brush his teeth. He then clea2ned up the clothing that was on the floor from the previous night of sex and passion. The last thing that Peter did was change into clean cloths and make himself a quick sandwich before leaving Felicia's apartment.

Peter walked down to the nearby subway station and took the stairs down. He paid with his metro card, and stood on the platform and waited for the next train. The platform milled about with people holding phones, coffee, an older man sitting on a bench held a copy of the New York Times. The next subway arrived at the platform and opened its doors. People made their way in and out of the rail vehicle.

Peter stood and waited inside as the subway started to make its way to the next station. Peter checked his phone for the time and made sure that he was going to be ahead of time. The New York City subway system could never be fully trusted to operate on time, so Peter always planned to show up ahead of schedule.

As expected, the subway was a few minutes late by the time that Peter did arrive at the station a few blocks from The DB! Peter walked up onto the street and made his way down the block to his destination. The DB! occupied the top of a three-way Y-intersection. The old billboard on top had been redone to made to seeming cleaner and more 'hip'.

Peter walked into the lobby, picked up a guest pass and rode the elevator up to the top floor. He walked into the office of journalists and reports where he once worked. The cubicle farm was filled with people typing furiously, and chatting on cell phones. The smell of strong coffee and decades of smoking before it was against the law to smoke inside hung on the air.

Peter walked over to one of the oldest men in the office. Robbie Robertson was a veteran reporter for the Daily Bugle when J. Jonah Jameson was still the editor. Now he was the old man in the office with by far the most reporting experience, but needed the younger reporters to help him navigate the modern world of 24-hour internet based news.

"Robbie. How's to goin?" Peter asked in a friendly manner as he reached out to shake his hand.

"Peter. How's the best photographer that used to work for me?" Robbie asked in an enthusiastic manner.

"Good. Just here to help fix a computer for Norah." Peter said.

"Really? Can't someone in IT do it?" Robbie asked.

"I don't know, Norah asked me to help do it. Recon that she has something she's working on to be kept secret." Peter explained. He didn't feel the need to tell Robbie he was here to get information on the Rolling Sevens.

"All right. Well if were paying you, be sure to punch the time card like you used to." Robbie said laughing. Peter was an infamous freelancer when he worked for the Bugle.

"Will do." Peter said and turned away.

He made his way to Norah Winters. She was a smaller, petite, blonde haired woman with a focused and talkative disposition. She was a phenomenal reporter. When Peter, found her, she was typing furiously at a clearly functional computer.

"Norah. I though your computer was down?" Peter said confused

"No. I said I needed you to fix a computer. Not specifically mine. Hope you brought some tools with you. You're coming with me." Norah said putting a legal pad and a couple of pens into a shoulder bag.

"Where are we going?"

"Rolling Sevens place. Got a contact there. Need your help." Norah said as she got up out of her seat and started to walk away.

"Ah great." Peter mumbled and walked after.


"So the way the Sevens break down is pretty simple. At the bottom you got the guys who aren't in the gang yet, but are still hanging around trying to get in. They're call Punks, or puny boys. Then you have the basic member of the gang, call a Little Brother, or a Little Guy. Above them are the Big Guys or, Big Brothers. That's the bulk of the Sevens leader ship." Norah explained. Her time as a reporter had exposed her to many criminal elements in the city, so she not only knew the names of leaders as well.

"Okay. But who's in charge?"

"So there are a few Big Guys with a reputation who hold more weight. One guys' name is Bulldog, don't know his real name though. He's their biggest enforcer. Another is the Rolling Sevens biggest dealer named Kit Kat. The whole gang is run by a man named Samuel Johnson, called OG." Norah explained.

"Really holding onto cultural stereotypes. Aren't they?" Peter asked sarcastically.

"Maybe. Now were on our way to a Sevens place. They have a broken computer, and you're gonna fix it. I'm gonna interview one of the Big Brothers for a story. Don't cause trouble."

Peter gulped. He planned on getting information, true, but he didn't plan on going into a Sevens apartment to get it.

"I'm not certain this is a good idea."

"We'll I already told them you were coming to help. You think that they would be willing to let me come without them gaining something?"

Peter groaned internally. He was gonna have to fix a gang computer apparently. The ride in the taxi took them to a lower income neighborhood. There was more homeless people visible. Gang members loitered around under streetlamps. The taxi pulled up to a street corner, and Peter and Norah got out.

They were immediately approached by a kid who looked to be about 17 years old. "You Norah?" he asked.

"I am."

"This the nerd?"

"He is."

The kid nodded in understanding. "Marcus told me to bring you to him. Said you were cool. Some kinda reporter?"

"Indeed. I'm doing a story." Norah explained. She smiled sweetly, knowing that she was already cleared to go. The neighborhood was not really all that safe at the moment.

"Lead the way."

Peter followed behind the gang member and Norah. He kept quiet and paid attention to his surroundings. He was a Caucasian male, with an attractive blonde female, in a predominantly black neighborhood, during a crime spree. He stuck out, and could feel the eyes on his back.

Spider-Man was certainly tough enough to fight his way out if needed, but Peter Parker was a small nerd who should not have been there for any reason, unless it was with a church group doing some kind of non-profit work. They walked for a few blocks to a housing project. They walked in and took the stairs up a few floors to a singular apartment. Their escort told them to go inside.

Peter followed Norah inside and were greeted with a familiar sight for Peter. A number of computer servers were nestled side by side with a workstation at a desk. Another member of the Rolling Sevens was inside playing on his phone.

"Marcus. Good to see you. This is Peter."

"Hey girl." The man named Marcus said. He just nodded at Peter. Peter nodded back. "Can you fix this shit?"

"What's wrong?" Peter asked. "I was just told that I would be fixing a computer."

"Our message boards are all fucked up man. Can you fix it?" Marcus asked.

"Let me get to work." Peter said as he went over to the computers and started to work. Get first checked the hardware. Made sure that all of the wiring was correct, and all of the status lights were the right color. Meanwhile Marcus sat down with Norah and they had an interview.

Peter then proceeded to access the web based browser of the router that connected the server to the rest of the world. He discovered that someone had used a virus to install a remote admin. The remote admin had blocked all user access to the message board. Peter never would have guessed that the gang war had gone digital. In no time, Peter had removed the virus, and blocked the remote access that had installed it.

He quickly checked out the message board that the Rolling Sevens had created in order to communicate. He quickly scrolled through the user information. Peter needed to be quick in order to avoid getting caught by Marcus. He found out the user names two individuals. BB_Bulldog, and KitKatKandy were two of the most frequent communicators. He quickly sent the list of geo tag info to himself. Hopefully this would allow him to track down to of the biggest heads of the Rolling Sevens.

Peter logged off and packed up. Norah was still talking with Marcus, but he interrupted. "I fixed the problem."

"What was it?" Marcus asked.

"Remote Admin blocked all user access." Peter explained. "easy fix for me."

"Cool. We done here?" Marcus asked Norah.

"I guess." Norah said as she packed up. "Thanks for the time."

Peter and Norah walked out of the apartment. They caught another cab downstairs.

"I was getting good information. Couldn't you have taken a bit longer?" She asked.

Peter just started at her for a second. "I'm sorry. I don't like to spend time affiliating with gang members." He said in an exasperated tone. Spider-Man loved to visit gang members in their hideouts though.

AN: I have even more work coming up over the next few weeks, so really don't expect another update until the middle of November. Sorry for the wait folks. See you all then.