Connecting to: The Bug
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Connection successful.
This really wasn't something he wanted to get used to, using computers mentally. But, if Brother Eye was right, this was an emergency.
Using the Bug to get the hell out of the Labs, Ted delivered both himself and Spider-man out.
What would happen? Hell, he didn't know. He didn't want to stick around to find out. Maybe he didn't want to know; he had enough problems with talking to a vengeful satellite in his head and ... yeah. Issues were definitely at hand here, and he was getting a little sick of it.
Away from the sub-basement, Blue Beetle carried Spider-man into his apartment, with fortunate stealth to keep from alerting any neighbors abound. To the couch, he mentally declared, and gently set the webslinger down.
Afterwards... Hell, Beetle pulled off his cowl and slumped in a chair, dropping the mask to the floor.
Connected to: Brother Eye
"Target: secure."
"That's one way of putting," Ted supposed.
Buffering... Transferring data...
Connection successful.
This really wasn't something he wanted to get used to, using computers mentally. But, if Brother Eye was right, this was an emergency.
Using the Bug to get the hell out of the Labs, Ted delivered both himself and Spider-man out.
What would happen? Hell, he didn't know. He didn't want to stick around to find out. Maybe he didn't want to know; he had enough problems with talking to a vengeful satellite in his head and ... yeah. Issues were definitely at hand here, and he was getting a little sick of it.
Away from the sub-basement, Blue Beetle carried Spider-man into his apartment, with fortunate stealth to keep from alerting any neighbors abound. To the couch, he mentally declared, and gently set the webslinger down.
Afterwards... Hell, Beetle pulled off his cowl and slumped in a chair, dropping the mask to the floor.
Connected to: Brother Eye
"Target: secure."
"That's one way of putting," Ted supposed.
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