2 years ago…
Gao sat in the middle of the room on the only chair she imagined the sight; a decrepit Asian woman leaning forward heavily on her cain.
She heard footsteps and smiled, news finally. A young man had been snooping around her operations, he had been skilled enough to warrant a background check, and what she had found… well.
A glance at his medical records had revealed that he was in all the right categories to be exactly what they were looking for. But there were only a chosen few that were honoured with being…It was so unlikely. About ten percent of the population shared the genes but there were only ever a handful every millennium and only very rarely were they located.
It had been hell to confirm it, but she had found it. She had finally found it.
As she heard footsteps she smiled, this was going to be so much fun.
Nobu entered black hair impeccable as his suit, burns spiderwebbed from the left side of his jaw down his neck and under disappeared down his collar. "He is waiting outside, observing the runners." He waited for her response, she still had not given clear instructions on what was to be done with this peter parker.
Gao took a vial from her pocket handing it to Nobu, "This is extract freely given from Yaratık"
Nobu's eyes widened, and he held the glass vial, well, as it were made of glass.
Gao continued "You will coat your sword with it and kill the boy"
Nobu frowned, he was not fond of nor accustomed to killing the young, "Yes madam Gao"
Peter averted his eyes and slumped a little more into his hoodie as the drug runner he was tailing stopped shuffling. perhaps to stop and listen as, it was fairly obvious that he was blind considering the burns around his eyes and the walking stick he was using to survey the ground around him.
He walked up to a warehouse and stepped in. he didn't come out.
For a moment he considered calling happy; this could be full blown drug operation. The FBI should probably handle it. although dealing with the whole homecoming mess on his own had eventually paid off.
Peter stayed there for the next two hours, perched of a roof he had climbed to, and watched runners come and go but, upon further inspection it appeared that they just dropped the synthetic heroin with the dealers and returned the warehouse. Well, that wasn't very helpful; he was hoping for a cool secret base. The warehouse was two stars at best: its dinginess being its only redeeming feature.
Another half an hour ticked by his resolve broke. Waiting is so boring. Jumping down from his perch Peter made his way to the rusted door discreetly tucked away in an alcove. He tried the handle. It clicked. The door opened with grating groan. He closed the door behind him
He froze. The door opened to a large room filled with workstations manned by workers with near identical burns. It was what appeared to be a manual production line that refined and packaged the product.
He walked further into the factory; the workers carried on oblivious. Had Gao done this to them; the burns were uniform and looked like the result of a strong chemical being poured on them.
Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his back. He gasped, his lungs filling up with blood. A sword was protruding from his chest. Peter stumbled back in shock falling into someone's arms.
Nobu looked down at him dispassionately "See you soon... black sky"
Peter coughed up blood, unable to speak.