Britney Colbine was sitting behind the anchor desk as the camera focused in on her. "For the past three weeks, the famous hero duo, Spider-Man and The Black Cat have worked side by side, stopping crime where ever it occurs. The crime rate has dropped more drastically now that two heroes are in town. Since the appearance of two more super villains, the debate between the top political analysts about whether Spider-Man is needed in New York as ceased. There's no doubt any longer that, Spider-Man is here to stay, and now with a new crime fighting partner."
* * * *
J. Jonah Jameson threw his copy of the newspaper across the room. "Now, there are two of those freaks out there! That's all we need is another masked
do-gooder!"
"It was bound to happen," Robbie replied.
"The fact that that spider menace picked the Black Cat as a crime fighting partner proves that he is up to no good. My resources say that back in France she was a cat burglar, robbing jewelry stores and banks before she was caught and sent to prison."
Peter, who was sitting in Mr. Jameson's office could not believe what he heard. It couldn't be true. For the past three weeks, he and she had become so close, he could not imagine her being a criminal. Had he misjudged her that badly?
"Yea, I've heard this report. I also know that she was released from prison. She has turned a new leaf, Mr. Jameson!"
"Nah, once a no-good thug, always a no-good thug! When you've been in the journalism business as long as I've been, you'll discover that to be true."
"Anyway," Robbie changed the topic. "here is another front page photo for Peter. Congratulations, son! That makes four this week, and total of eighteen in the month. It looks like the job is yours son!"
"Really?" Peter leaned forward in his chair.
"It true, Parker! I have not seen such photo's from any photography. It's a shame that you were ill during the explosion of the science complex. Talking about which, Robbie in the next paper, I want a picture of Dr. Octavius. A man disappears without a trace for three weeks after the explosion. Very suspicious. I've got a feeling that he is the one who is really responsible for that explosion."
"Excuse me, Mr. Jameson, how can you say that? He was a wonderful man. There's no way he could be responsible for such a horrible act."
"Hey, if he comes out of hiding, and brings me solid evidence of his innocence, then I'll recant my opinion. Until such time, let me be the editor of this newspaper. You've got a gift in photography kid. It's time to make good use of it for the Daily Bugle. You start a next Monday!"
"Thank you, sir!"
* * * *
J. Jonah Jameson threw his copy of the newspaper across the room. "Now, there are two of those freaks out there! That's all we need is another masked
do-gooder!"
"It was bound to happen," Robbie replied.
"The fact that that spider menace picked the Black Cat as a crime fighting partner proves that he is up to no good. My resources say that back in France she was a cat burglar, robbing jewelry stores and banks before she was caught and sent to prison."
Peter, who was sitting in Mr. Jameson's office could not believe what he heard. It couldn't be true. For the past three weeks, he and she had become so close, he could not imagine her being a criminal. Had he misjudged her that badly?
"Yea, I've heard this report. I also know that she was released from prison. She has turned a new leaf, Mr. Jameson!"
"Nah, once a no-good thug, always a no-good thug! When you've been in the journalism business as long as I've been, you'll discover that to be true."
"Anyway," Robbie changed the topic. "here is another front page photo for Peter. Congratulations, son! That makes four this week, and total of eighteen in the month. It looks like the job is yours son!"
"Really?" Peter leaned forward in his chair.
"It true, Parker! I have not seen such photo's from any photography. It's a shame that you were ill during the explosion of the science complex. Talking about which, Robbie in the next paper, I want a picture of Dr. Octavius. A man disappears without a trace for three weeks after the explosion. Very suspicious. I've got a feeling that he is the one who is really responsible for that explosion."
"Excuse me, Mr. Jameson, how can you say that? He was a wonderful man. There's no way he could be responsible for such a horrible act."
"Hey, if he comes out of hiding, and brings me solid evidence of his innocence, then I'll recant my opinion. Until such time, let me be the editor of this newspaper. You've got a gift in photography kid. It's time to make good use of it for the Daily Bugle. You start a next Monday!"
"Thank you, sir!"