"This building's old... I mean if they really wanted to they could break some of these windows and get in. Or get a sniper and set it up across the street... I don't think that'll be this dude's style if he plans on still being the secret drug lord he claims to be. Definitely check the basement, and then roof access. The fire escapes are rusty and probably won't budge like most of them in this city. Good ole fire department making the lives of super heroes even more difficult." Peter muttered, taking them to the last stop before their trip to the basement. Joe Robertson sat behind his desk, lost in thought as he stared down at the articles for tomorrow's paper. He looked up to see Peter, and gave a smile. "Well hello there Peter." Joe said standing up. "Hi, Mr. Robertson. I'm here to pick up my check. Oh, Joe this is my girlfriend Lexi Rogers. Lex, this is Joe Robertson, the editor-in-chief and one of my bosses." Peter introduced them. Unlike J.J., Joe was much friendlier. "A pleasure to meet you, Lexi." He gave a smile and pulled out a company check book, scribbling it down. "I assume you two have already met Mr. Jameson. He's a bit moody this time of year. This place is usually this busy though." He looked up and smiled again, then down at the check.

He finished writing it and handed the check to Peter. "There you go Mister Parker. Have a nice day you two." He said, taking his seat once more. "He's the yin to J.J.'s yang... or whichever one's the good one." Peter said with a shrug, exiting the busy room, and into the elevator. "This Kingpin guy better be like an old school mafia guy. Fedora and everything. And has that thick Italian accent and he's gotta say "badda bing!" to me." Peter let his mind go free during this. When he's nervous he lets his humor out, no matter how bad it was. The elevevator door opened to a small hallway and at the end of it a steel door with a lock on it.

The two walked over to the door, peter examining it before tearing the lock off. a charming personality, good looks, and super strength were just part of the Spider-Man package. The two entered the dark lit room that held old newspaper equipment, old newspapers, and typical basement stuff. The ceiling was high above them, and near the roof and the walls were some windows leading to the outside world. "Check to see if there's any back doors or vents or anything like that. I got the windows." Peter said, walking over to jump on top onto it, his hands sticking to the wall. He started to climb up towards the window to see if they looked like anything out of the ordinary.