"I still believe that if your aim is to change the world-" Characters: Ben Urich, Li Hua, and Spider-Man can come save him from her later Setting: New York City, a sketchy alleyway Content: Violence? Summary: In pursuit of a lead, Ben stumbles into more than he bargained for.
Ben had a nose for trouble, he wouldn't be a very effective investigative journalist without it, and so he stubbornly trusted his instincts. Even when everyone else told him he was wrong. Ben didn't care, the disappearances and deaths of several prominent NYU professors and administrators was not simply a coincidence or a false lead. The police told him there was nothing fishy about it and his editor told him to shift his focus to something more promising. Urich did as he was told at the office, and took to spending his free time researching the deaths until he finally found a pattern and deduced a probable next target. He'd even gone so far as to try to warn the man, an elderly tenured professor, but that hadn't exactly turned out well, so now he'd spent the last few evenings away from The Bugle trailing the man in hopes of- well, in hopes of what Ben wasn't entirely sure. Averting disaster, maybe, or finding out who was really responsible. That'd be a helluva headline; reporter cracks mysterious murders and saves life. He could help someone out and write an article to shop around to other publications. Maybe there'd be a Pulitzer in this. A man could dream.
Dreaming of that Pulitzer was all that was keeping him going right now, actually, as he trudged along crowded evening sidewalks following the guy. It'd been a long day, he was exhausted and hungry and beginning to think maybe he was just paranoid and digging at the wrong story. A grumble in his stomach seemed to confirm the hypothesis and he considered scrapping the venture, at least for the night, in favor of a hot dog and a coke. That was when the guy reached a particularly congested stretch of walkway and ducked into an alley way shortcut. Ben frowned, glancing between a hotdog stand and the alley's entry way. Sighing, he chose the pursuit. Dinner could wait. Ben ambled off the sidwalk and towards the alley shortcut.