When Franklin was pulled away by a girl, Caiden decided to drop his business endeavours for the night. He'd have plenty of time to talk to the guy afterwards, anyway. He'd drop by another night, maybe make an appointment or something. But for now, he'd just stand back and enjoy what the evening had to offer. Shooting a single thread of web at the ceiling, he hung upside down, slowly drifting into deep thought.

After a while, his thoughts strayed towards a frequent cause of concern, worry, and over-thinking: his best friend and occasional sort-of significant other, Claire Walsh. Ever since his parents died and the whole Spiderman business began, Caiden found it increasingly difficult to keep their relationship balanced; if you could even call it a relationship. They were great friends, getting along brilliantly most times, arguing in the best possible way when not. They both had feelings for each other, but neither of them knew where to go with it; one of them would make a move, the other would go with it, but it never went anywhere. But finally, a couple of months before now, something seemed to be happening for them... And then Caiden's parents were murdered, and he became Spiderman. Now they were back to their usual ways of an on/off kind of relationship.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, a man in a suit caught Caiden's eye. He seemed to be some sort of security guard, but the way he carried himself, he looked a lot more proffessional. He was more than trained to do this kind of stuff. As Caiden followed the man's movements, he saw that he was tailing a group of formally dressed men. Needless to say, they all looked suspicious, and Caiden mentally applauded the security guard for tailing them. Then-