Spider-Man thought he had bonded with Jameson through that near-death experience. But then he remembered that this was J. Jonah Jameson he was talking about. He would probably turn this whole ordeal into It was all Spider-Man's fault. Yeah, he could just picture the headline now.
He walked back into the room with the computers and high-tech stuff where Jameson had found the blueprints to the Daily Bugle offices. He searched the papers on the desk until he had found them. He pretended to be really smart and read the blueprint. "Well, that's weird. It says the secret entrance to this place is back near the elevator." He told himself. He took the blueprints and put them in a pocket of his costume. He hated when things were in his pockets.
So, Spider-Man walked back through the bookcase and stopped once he had reached the elevator. He opened up the blueprint again and stuffed it in front of his face. "It says there should be a closet that has the entrance right about…here." He lowered the paper, and, sure enough, there was a closet that said "Employees Only". "I'm an employee, right? I mean, its not like they don't know me." He laughed as he put the blueprint back into his pocket. It didn't say specifically where the entrance was, but it was somewhere in this really small closet. Spider-Man tried paint cans and things like that in the tight space. Nothing worked. But it was a Good thing he wasn't claustrophobic.
A paint can rolled off the shelf, making so much noise. It knocked down brooms and buckets, all hitting out hero rapidly. He tossed and turned, but tripped and fell into a corner, knocking over a mop. But the mop didn't fall as fast as it should have. No, it slowly cranked down, like a lever. Spider-Man looked at the end of it. It was attached to the wall. "No fucking way." He said, But, oh yeah. The lower the mop sank, the higher the wall opposite the door went. Spider-Man quickly crawled under the moving wall. Then, as the mop touched the floor, he shot a web onto it a pulled it all the way up, making the wall go down again. There was no need for anyone to know he was there.
He couldn't see a thing this time. No lights or anything here. But he kept on walking, holding onto the wall as he went. The steps were cold and damp. He could feel it through his tights. He could picture the Human Torch showing off here. That idiot. "Oh boy. Here I go again, making fun of a member of the amazing Fantastic Four." He stopped in his tracks. "Did I say 'amazing'?" Spider-Man felt for the wall in the darkness and banged his head on it like he had before. Ah, nothing like killing a few brain cells to keep you motivated.
He kept on walking down the cold dark path. It was really creepy. He felt like he was in a Scooby Doo episode.But there were no masked people this time. Well, besides the Chameleon, that is. This was much different than a silly cartoon he watched as a child. This was serious. And here we was, making jokes. Well, he does that all the time. "I mean, what's the deal with airline food, huh?" He said as he reached the end of the long stairwell. There, on the wall, was a torch. "Uh, uh!" Spider-Man said, walking past it. "I'm not falling for that! It could make the stairs a slide or something!" Unfortunately, he watches too much television. And that torch was there only to help light the way. Nothing more.
Spider-Man loved the feeling he got once he reached the end of the long, dark passageway. He pulled a small lever on the floor, and the wall in front of him opened. "Dang." He said as he crawled out. The wall automatically closed behind him. The outside of it was a brick wall with a garbage can. Nothing unusual on from the outside at all. Wow. Whoever built this was smart. He was in a long alleyway now, with two ways to go. And, of course, he picked the way that led to a dead end. It figures. So he went left, crawling along the wall. "Here, Kingie, Kingie, Kingie." He called quietly. There was no response, but it wasn't as if he expected one. Spider-Man stopped and sighed. He lost them. They were long gone. And now who knew what they'd blow up.
Remembering suddenly, he hurried back into a window of the Daily Bugle offices. The police were there already, duh. "Jameson?" Spider-Man called as he entered the room. "There he is! Spider-Man!" Jameson said, running over with two officers. Cops and Jameson. Oh boy. Spider-Man put his palms up in a placating gesture, ready to jump out the window if things went wrong. "Look, I'm really not up for a high speed chase right now, officers." He told them. He put his hands down, realizing how easy it would be to snap a pair of handcuffs on them. But they'd be easy to break, too.
"We're not here to arrest you this time, Wall crawler." One officer said. "Jameson told us about the counterfeiting." Spider-Man grinned under his mask. "Well, yeah. He's right. J.J., did the disk work?" Jameson beamed. "Like a charm." Spider-Man let out a sigh of relief. He then pulled out the blueprint from his pocket. "Here," He said, handing it to an officer. "The secret entrance is down in the closet, comes out through an alleyway. I can show 'ya, if ya want." Jameson groaned. "As much as you'd like to, Web slinger, we have to figure out the next target. Another building could blow any second, for all we know." "Knock on wood." Spider-Man added.
"Some of our other officers are down in the basement right now, where the counterfeiting took place." Spider-Man nodded. "So, anything I could do? The bad guys are outta sight, and-" "What! You lost them?" Jameson screamed. "Well, hey, first I had to save your butt from drowning, right?" Spider-Man thought Jameson would take this as an opportunity to turn the story around and make it all his fault, but he didn't. "Okay, okay." He said. "Look. This is my paper. And my building. Thrashing you for the menace you are is the least of my problems now." Spider-Man actually understood him. Scary. To break the silence, Spider-Man said, "I've got to head out, officers." "But what if we need to contact you?" They asked as he put one half of his body out the window. "Oh, don't worry. I'll find you. And you might wanna feed the kitty's downstairs, too. Kraven would appreciate that."
So Spider-Man hurried towards his apartment, excited to tell Mary Jane what happened. As he swung high in the air, he heard screams. They were nearby, too! Just then, he heard gunshots.