“Sorry MJ, running a little late! Where's my pack?! I know I saw it a moment ago...” “Yeah, I figured. It's hanging on the back of the chair.” A flurry of activity sounded from inside the apartment, easily heard from just outside the window. Admittedly, it wasn't where you'd normally expect to find someone watching, hanging above a Queens apartment building window on the tenth floor. But New York wasn't a normal city. “Thanks. I'll make it up, I promise, it's just Electro is...uh...where's my change of clothes?!” “I know. It's in the bag, packed it earlier.” The two occupants moved out of the bedroom, and into the main living space, observed by moving along the side of the building from one window, to the next. The grappling hook contraption on her wrist launcher whirred, mechanically, easily bearing her weight as she adjusted position. “Right, course you did, thanks MJ. It's just-...wait, where's my mask?” “I'm holding it. What'll you give me for it?” Peter Parker and Mary
It all came down to work like this. You couldn't fight the big battles, without winning the small ones. Resolving conflict on unfavourable terms required patience, and method, and discipline. A fight could be won before even engaging your opponent, if you could control the ground. If you were prepared. If you were committed to doing the hard work, first. This was why Chun-Li had gone undercover to infiltrate a local criminal organisation in Wood Oak City. Getting in had been rather simple for the veteran Interpol agent. There wasn't much of a screening process, and the group seemed little more than a street gang, at present. They were actively seeking bodies, muscle, manpower. She wasn't sure of the specifics, but not long ago, the organisation seemed to have suffered a rather crippling setback at the hands of some sort of...rival faction, perhaps? News in Wood Oak City was spotty on precisely what happened, and local law enforcement had been either unable or unwilling to