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something, rather than knowing it off the top of his head. УI read about him
somewhere, I think. Something to do with some sort of energy source?Ф
To his surprise, Jack All let out a dismissive snort. УIf you think I care about
that, Spider-Man, then you donТt know Jack All.Ф
УYouТve probably been waiting this whole time for a chance to say that,Ф accused
Spider-Man.
УWell, kinda. Yeah,Ф Jack admitted.
УAll right, so if itТs not an energy sourceЕФ
УItТs the other thing.Ф
УWhat other thing?Ф
Jack glowered at him. УThe weapon.Ф
УOctavius isnТt a weapons-maker.Ф
That seemed to amuse Jack tremendously. УNo, heТs not. And heТs not intending it
as a weapon. But heТs working on something thatcould be one. Stupid bugger
probably doesnТt even realize it.Ф He pulled a battered packet of cigarettes and
a lighter from his pants pocket. УLucky these buggers didnТt fall out, what with
all that dangling. Do yТmind?Ф he said.
УGo right ahead, kill your lungs. See if I care.Ф
Jack nodded and lit up a cigarette. Then he tucked the pack in his shirt pocket.
УHow do you know about it?Ф Spider-Man asked him. УThis Сweapon.Т Ф
УHeard tell through the grapevine. I wouldТve tried to snatch Octavius at his
lab, but I didnТt want to take a chance of messing with what heТs cooking up in
there. ItТs got that much potential, is what I hear.Ф He nodded his head in the
direction of the university. УBottom line, mate, IТm a merc. Strictly freelance.
And IТm a techno junkie. Whipped up that little battle shell there, and it ainТt
bad. Not at all. But Octavius, without even trying, may well have outdone me. So
I nabbed him Тcause I wanted to pick his brain. Find out the details, find out
how it works.Ф
УHowwhat works?Ф Spider-Man said in exasperation.
УThe arms, mate. The arms.Ф
УWhat arms? What are youЧ?Ф
Suddenly Jack All flipped the cigarette in Spider-ManТs direction. His
spider-sense screamed a warning at him, and he desperately back-flipped to get
out of the way. He didnТt entirely make it, and the cigarette exploded in a
fireball. It knocked him clear to the other side of the roof.
As he scrambled to his feet, he heard screaming.
Jack All was staggering around on the rooftop, slapping at himself frantically.
He was completely aflame. Apparently all of the cigarettes heТd had on him were
likewise incendiary devices. A stray flame from the one heТd just set off had
struck his chest and ignited the rest of them. His screams were horrifying, and
Peter mused that burning to death had to be just about the worst, most painful
way that someone could die.
Fortunately enough for Jack All, that wasnТt to be his fate. His back leg hit
the edge of the roof and he toppled over. Spider-Man fired a web-line and it
snagged him just before he went, but the heat of the flame promptly sizzled
through the gossamer threads and Jack fell off the roof.
Spider-Man vaulted from one end of the roof to the other, but knew even before
he reached the other side that he was going to be too late. He was right. He
peered over the edge of the roof and saw the burning and motionless body of Jack
lying on the ground. People were backing up, some screaming, and someone was