Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man. I only own the OC George Edwards/The Bladewolf.

"Okay, let's get this night started." George said to himself as he sat on a rooftop, overlooking one of the Fisk Industries Distribution Center. Whatever Fisk was planning, it had to be big if he was bringing in lots of guns and armoured vehicles from what George had found out when he hit one of Fisk's shipments. Whatever Fisk had planned... George knew it wasn't good so he was going to find out as much as he can and stop it before it threatens the people of New York.

George picked his duel Desert Eagles and holstered them. He pressed a button on the side of his helmet, causing the front part to close and the red eyes to turn on and glow. George scanned the building, looking for targets outside while picking up an M4 Carbine rifle.

He watched as the last truck soon left the facility and made his move. Taking his grapple gun, he fired a grapple line and swung himself over without being seen, landing in a crouch and quickly pressed against the wall as he listened for any movement that would inform him if the guards were alerted to his presence. There was nothing.

He looked but, to his confusion and suspicion, he didn't see anyone. Not a single goon. No gun toting workers, no security, nothing. Sprinting into cover, he tried the door. "Course it's locked." He muttered before he looked around then kicked the door in hard to make it open. "Guess I'll just let myself in." He walked in to find... nothing. Absolutely nothing.

The room was barren and empty.

His footsteps echoing off the concrete floor. The place was nearly completely empty, a few pallets were stacked up and there was a forklift off to one side. George used his mask's systems to scan the room for any secret passages and he found that there was indeed a secret passageway beneath the floor. George looked around and saw a control panel nearby and walked over to it.

He pulled the panel open and looked at the array of controls and wires before he got to work. What he thought would happen happened several seconds later when a part of the floor opened to reveal a stairway going down into some tunnels. From what George knew, bootleggers used this back in the day to get their stuff out when the cops caught onto them.

George shouldered his rifle and started walking towards the stairway when he heard voices below. "You two, check it out, see anyone who isn't supposed to be there…kill 'em." ordered one in a suitably gruff sounding tone.

'Finally, some action.' George thought to himself as he gripped his rifle in hand and slid up against the wall, peeking around to see two men approaching. George ducked his head back before he jumped out of cover and gunned the two men down. If nobody knew he was there... they do know. George saw the third man and shot him down before he walked onwards

"Shit! the Bladewolf's here!" He heard another voice shout and scanned to see there was more people here. Well, this night just got a lot more fun.

George aimed his rifle and fired, gunning anyone in his path down before he tossed the rifle into the face of one of the mobsters, elbowed him in the neck then shot him through the brain with a single shot. George shouldered his rifle then whipped out one of his Desert Eagles and fired several times into the kneecap of another thug, causing the man to scream as blood came out of his wound. George shot him in the head as he walked past, then pulled out his second Desert Eagle and started shooting anyone down.

George's eyes widened when he heard something familiar bounce across the ground and looked to see a grenade.

"SHIT!" George jumped back just as the grenade exploded, knocking him off his feet and onto his back, causing him to grunt as he landed hard. George groaned and got to his feet. "That hurt."

He gritted his teeth when he felt shrapnel had pierced his right leg and ripped it out with a grunt. Yeah, he needed to upgrade his armour so he wasn't exposed like this. Ignoring the pain as best as he can, he stood and ruthlessly fired at the thugs, shooting several of them down as he walked, though he had a bit of a limp in his walk due to the piece of shrapnel that pierced his right leg.

Only to be forced to barrel roll as the last of the guards and came up and received the last of the grenades. One by one they detonated, sending white hot shrapnel shards throughout the room, one of which started a chain reaction of stored ammunition and knocked George off his feet again and he groaned in pain as he fought to his feet, holding onto the wall as he did so, and he scanned the area. The series of explosions had started a quickly growing fire as containers began to belch thick black smoke, the fire continuing to spread.

The surreal silence was broken by a feral cry as he spun around and was tackled to the floor by the last goon who pinned the vigilante rather well. After a few frantic moments of struggle, George managed to get his right hand free and land a punch, shoving his assailant off as he tried to get to his feet. But his body was in a bit of pain and the goon took advantage as he kicked George in the ribs, causing him to roll onto his back and the goon started slamming his foot down on the mask of the Bladewolf.

"JUST FUCKING DIE!" The goon shouted. George caught the goon's foot and twisted, causing the man to scream before George was on him, driving his fist into the thug's face repeatedly until he grabbed his knife and stabbed it into the man's heart, killing him instantly. George breathed and panted as he got to his feet, staggering and fell against the wall. He winced when a piece of the roof fell down.

This whole place was coming down. He needed to get out of here.

George managed to run out the way he came before an explosion went off, a bigger one this time, sending him flying off his feet and crashing through a window that took him outside of the building and he landed on his back hard, causing him to groan and wheeze in pain again before he pulled himself to his feet. George looked at where he could see the flames and quickly left before the police could arrive

He was unaware that a certain green-eyed, platinum blonde in skintight leather was watching him from a rooftop that let her see the whole thing. She smirked as she watched her latest interest leave and decided to follow him so she knew where he stayed...

Sorry if the chapter was short.