Spider-Man swung at an altitude that night that he thought he was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. But he couldn't help it. He wanted to defy his limits, and some random event like Kimberly could drive him to kill himself at this point. He couldn't die, though, because he had to stop the Green Goblin. Damn, he remembered. The Goblin was still out there, and he had to find him. He's at large somewhere, hiding.
Spider-Man lowered his height to a little above average, instead of trying to find a fucking airplane flying the same level he was. He climbed up on top of the Empire State Building for a good view of the city. He saw a throng of people on one corner of the street. They looked like ants from where he was.
Spider-Man stealth fully made his way onto the rooftop of the building where the people were crowded around. There was a news team there. So, that's it! Ah, I might as well listen in for a good report. But, it wasn't good at all.
"Last night police officers found traces of cocaine here at this comic book store. After examining the place, it is clear that a smuggling operation was being held there. Officers are still not sure of where the culprits are now." Spider-Man stopped listening and decided to take matters into his own hands.
He made his way into the store, and into the back where they stored all their comics that weren't for sale yet. He could smell the coke, all right. He also smelled the aroma of…wet dog? Well, that's odd. He hadn't smelled that in a long while. Actually, he never even knew it was wet dog until he saw gray hairs scattered all over. He had not had a dog as a pet. He couldn't even remember the last time came into contact with one. There weren't many other clues. Dogs were his only lead so far. And that wasn't saying much.
Spider-Man stayed back there to try and find more information. While doing so, he tried to make sense of the situation. Did he know of any mutated dogs? Wow, what human being gets to ask himself that?
As he looked for more, he heard an officer scream "Freeze!" Spider-Man spun around. A young, rookie officer was shakily holding a gun. Spider-Man put his palms up in a peaceful manner. "Easy, officer," He said. "I'm not doing anything illegal, am I?" The officer didn't answer. "Why are you holding a gun at me?" Spider-Man demanded. "I…I dunno." Spider-Man put his hands down. "Then why the hell are you wasting my time? I'm looking for a lead, here!" Spider-Man stopped. Although this kid was young, he was still and officer of the law. And he deserved respect. Plus, he had a gun pointed at him. "I'm sorry, officer," Spider-Man said. "I'm looking for a lead here. Now, if you'd just…put the gun down…slowly…no, hand off the trigger…yeah." The officer was so unsure of what he should do. He was sent here on a simple mission to watch for no intruders. Why did everything happen to him?
"Okay, kiddo-I mean officer-would you like to lend me a hand?" "Y-you mean lend me a hand!" Spider-Man laughed, trying to calm the youngster down. "Right, right. Okay, Officer Squirt. Let's look for clues here and work together instead of you calling for backup." "Why-why should I trust you?" Spider-Man stopped. "Good question. Okay, I'll make you a deal, officer. You help me and don't call any of your buddies and blue, and if we find any evidence or leads, you get the credit." The boy stopped. "Really? That'll be fantastic for my ranking in the district! People call me 'The Rookie', y'know." Spider-Man nodded. "So, we got a deal, Officer Squirt?" The boy nodded and shook Spider-Man's hand. "Deal. Though my chief completely despises you." Spider-Man chuckled. "I get that a lot."
Spider-Man never really worked with a police officer before. Most officers shot at him, and weren't concerned on partnering up. "Find anything, Squirt?" "Traces of coke in the evidence bags. You, Web head?" "Nothing yet. Except dog hair…" The officer walked over. "Dog hair?" Spider-Man nodded and pointed. "You can't do a DNA test on dogs, can you?" The youth shrugged and put the hairs in a bag. "We can try."
The officer later told Spider-Man that they had better go, that someone might be on the way to relieve him. Spider-Man nodded, and leaped onto the ceiling. "Spider-Man, wait!" "What, Squirt?" "If I find out something, how can I contact you?" "Contact me? You still want me in on this?" The officer nodded. "You ain't as bad as they all say." "Well, thanks, Squirt, uh…lets see…I got it. Send a letter to Peter Parker. He's a photographer at the Daily Bugle. He's a pal of mine, gets all those handsome shots of me." The officer nodded and saluted him. Spider-Man saluted back and said, "Later, Squirt!" before heading out through an air vent. Spider-Man had just befriended a police officer. There was a first time for everything!