It was a typical lazy Sunday for Peter today at the Bugle. At the moment, he was leaning back thumbing through photos of Spidey fighting the Rhino and generally just waiting. Which wasn't terribly unusual when nothing was going on. Hurry up and wait was generally the vibe for most freelancers at the Bugle. And the waiting could be for anything. Super villain attack, Fantastic Four press conference, Magneto anti-human rally... You name it. Just for something to happen for the editors to sound the alarm. Only so far nothing was front line worthy as of yet, hence the waiting.
That was when suddenly someone called out his name. Pete jerked up at the sound and turned around sharply. He'd been expected Jameson or at the very least Robbie to be standing there and waving towards the door. Instead it was Mister Urich. The reporter guy. Huh, strange. "Yes Sir, Mister Urich." Peter hopped up and scrambled over from his desk. Camera ready to go around his neck . Maybe he could make a buck here. That'd be nice.