Within hours of the breakout, New York City was in a state of mass panic.

Looting, car thefts, riots, all the staples of a good anarchy. And all within the city that never sleeps.

But, to your eyes, it seemed to have been harshly awakened.

You took the others to your base, The Lucky 7 garage, through back alleys and sewer tunnels to avoid the massive police response.

And how Rhino managed to fit into the sewers is a complete mystery.

After nearly two hours of dodging police cruisers and helicopters, you found your home in the condition you left it in, to your surprise.

You: Good, they didn't track the garage to me after my arrest.

Vulture: Say...you never told us why you got arrested.

You: Now's not the time, we gotta stay focused. Let's get inside.

You and the others entered the spacious garage.

You: Welcome gentlemen, to my home...

The Lucky 7 Garage.

The others explored lightly, biting the large space and plentiful tools.

Rhino: I can fit here perfectly.

You: And you can use the car pit as a bed, just gotta find a mattress...or four.

Mysterio: Your tools are plentiful.

You: That's just for the cars, the good stuff is over here.

You opened a keypad from a secret compartment in the toolbox, and entered the code, which revealed a hidden room with a arsenal of weapons.

Electro: Jesus...where did you get all these guns?

You: I may have raided some of Kingpin's weapon shipments.

Electro: That takes balls.

Vulture took note of the one car in the garage.

Vulture: 1970 Mustang if I'm not mistaken.

You: Bingo, bought it with the money I got from my last few jobs, was the last thing I bought before I got caught.

You admired your car with Vulture, but quickly noticed a oddity within the car.

You: What the hell?

You opened the car, and a pile of sand emptied out.

You: Why the hell is my car filled with sand!?

Electro: Oh, that's Flint.

You: What!?

To your surprise, the sand pile began to take the form of a man

Flint Marko, A.K.A Sandman

Sandman: Sorry bud, wanted to keep safe in case the cops raided the joint.

You: You must be the legendary Sandman.

Sandman: Yep, and you gotta be Malcolm, right?

You: The one and only.

Electro cut in.

Electro: I released Sandman with Scorpion in case I needed extra backup, but we got separated in a fire fight.

Sandman: I saw you guys on the bridge and heard something about the Lucky 7, so I got here on my own and waited for the rest of you.

Scorpion: Thought I saw a dust cloud as we were leaving.

Vulture: Well, we are all here. Now comes the difficult part, deciding on a plan of action.

Mysterio: Vulture is right, we need to plan our next move carefully, as the city is under marshal law at the moment.

You: I think I got a plan for that too.

Rhino: How so Malcolm?

You moved a Phil Collins poster to reveal a safe, and after putting in another code, opened it to show it was full of money.

Sandman: Damn. That's at least fifty grand.

You: Fifty-two. We can live off this money for a while and lay low till the heat wears off, then we can make our next move.

Mysterio: Sounds reasonable.

Scorpion: I can't think of anything else.

Vulture: Then it's settled, we lay low. No one do anything exceptionally stupid, abide the law and try to hide your abilities.

Rhino: But that means I will spend all my time here...

You patted the saddened rhino.

You: I know big guy, but there's a bunch of stuff you can do here.

Vulture: With that, any questions?

Mysterio: Yes, one...what will we call ourselves.

You: What?

Mysterio: We used to be called the Sinister Six, along with Doc, but there are seven of us.

You: Then why not just...

The Sinister Seven?

The group went silent in thought.

Vulture: It sounds intimidating...I like it.

The rest of the group agreed.

You: Then it's settled, from this day on we are...

THE SINISTER SEVEN.