"You are too early for your retirement, Peter Parker. " Mr. Boris said.
"I'm sorry sir. It won't happen... "
"Yeah yeah yeah.  Same excuse three times in a row. Some kinda record, son. " Boris grinned.

If you knew how much I hate you, scumbag.
Peter thought.
Boris continued, "You're late again. Next time you're fired. "

Of course you would.

"What did you say? "
"Nothing. " Peter fidgeted, "I'll get to serving the customers. "
"They're called clients. " Boris budged, "And hey, next time get a haircut. "

Fuck you.

***
The day like any other for Peter ended at 5:00 p.m.
Peter groaned, as he checked his phone, "My back hurts as hell. "
He sat by the park bench.
First message:
         Hey,  it's me,  Watson.  Dude I'm sorry if I disappointed...
       Skip.
Second: Dude, I...
Skip.

He was about to pocket the phone when...

"Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. "

***
BBC NEWS LIVE AT SEVEN:
There has been massive panic at Rockwell International hospital when Russian Mafias invaded the place in an attempt to remove Slovak Gabson, who was being treated at the hospital under guard by the police.
Police reports have verified two of the medical staff as injured and five held captive...

Peter looked as though he were about to burst.
Five held captive...?
He fidgeted with his phone.
"Hello..." no answer, "Please Auntie May pick up. Please do pickup..... Please... "
   Nothing except Auntie May's voicemail: This is May. I'm at work or home. Please leave a message.

"Auntie May, it's me. Pete. Are you OK? Please call me back ASAP! I'm worried. "

But there was never a reply. Thirty minutes, an hour,  two hours....
Something was amiss.

***
"Hey,  hello. Watson. "
"Pete, I'm sorry for..."
"Watson,  stop.  I need you to do something for me. "
"Pete I said I'm sorry... "
"Will you STOP?... I need you to hack into the police database. "