Peter's phone vibrates in his pocket. He can't look at it right now, but he does notice one thing:
The train's starting to move.
That means he has to move too.
"Whoa, don't mean to derail your entertainment, but I've lost track of time!"
Peter sends another shot of webfluid at the ceiling, then swings towards the departing train; cell phone cameras follow the smooth arc of his movement.
Peter lands solidly on the roof.
"See you!"
And with that, Peter performs a backwards somersault and latches onto the side of the train.
--
Peter crawls along the side of the train. "Hey, Karen?"
"Yes, Peter?"
"Can you track Liz's cell phone for me? I don't know where she -- whoa!" Peter flattens himself against the side of the train as they enter the tunnel. "-- where she is," he finishes, once they emerge.
"One moment." And true to Karen's word, it does only take one moment. "It appears she is three cars down."
"Thanks, Karen. I really owe you one."
"You're welcome, Peter."
Peter crawls along the cars, then finally stops at the first window of the third car. He cautiously peers in. And there's Liz. Peter raps against the window.
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Date: 2018-07-04 05:27 am (UTC)The train's starting to move.
That means he has to move too.
"Whoa, don't mean to derail your entertainment, but I've lost track of time!"
Peter sends another shot of webfluid at the ceiling, then swings towards the departing train; cell phone cameras follow the smooth arc of his movement.
Peter lands solidly on the roof.
"See you!"
And with that, Peter performs a backwards somersault and latches onto the side of the train.
--
Peter crawls along the side of the train. "Hey, Karen?"
"Yes, Peter?"
"Can you track Liz's cell phone for me? I don't know where she -- whoa!" Peter flattens himself against the side of the train as they enter the tunnel. "-- where she is," he finishes, once they emerge.
"One moment." And true to Karen's word, it does only take one moment. "It appears she is three cars down."
"Thanks, Karen. I really owe you one."
"You're welcome, Peter."
Peter crawls along the cars, then finally stops at the first window of the third car. He cautiously peers in. And there's Liz. Peter raps against the window.