Chapter 42: 40
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Ben leaned back in his chair, spinning it lazily as he glanced at Peter. "Alright, Parker, what's the deal?" His tone was casual, but there was a sharpness in his eyes that showed he wasn't taking the situation lightly.
Peter, standing with his arms crossed, frowned. "It's Hell's Kitchen," he began, his voice heavy with concern. "I've been patrolling the area all week, and something's off. It's been too quiet—no muggings, no gang activity, nothing. That place doesn't just go silent like that."
Ned, sitting nearby with his laptop balanced precariously on his knees, chimed in. "Wait, isn't that a good thing? Like, maybe the bad guys are on vacation or something."
Ben stopped spinning his chair and fixed Ned with a serious look. "Ned, this is Hell's Kitchen we're talking about. If there's no crime, it's not because the bad guys are taking a break—it's because something bigger is happening under the surface."
Ned gulped, realizing Ben had a point.
Ben turned back to Peter, his expression sharp. "Alright, what did you find?"
Peter nodded, leaning against the table. "I've seen trucks—lots of them—moving in and out of the area. But here's the weird part: they're all empty. No deliveries, no cargo being loaded or unloaded. Just… nothing. It doesn't add up."
"Empty trucks?" Ben muttered, his brow furrowing. "That's odd. Anything else?"
Peter hesitated, then nodded again. "Yeah. Last night, I was near the docks. I saw ships offloading containers—big ones. But the whole operation was under super-tight security. Armed guards, restricted access, the works. And they were moving those containers into an underground bunker."
Ben's fingers drummed on the desk as he thought. "Hmm… that bunker must be their base of operations. Whatever they're hiding, it's big. We'll have to dig deeper."
He swiveled toward the glowing hologram of Baymax, who was floating quietly nearby. "Baymax, check out the docks. See what you can find."
Baymax's voice was calm and composed. "Understood. Initiating analysis."
As Baymax processed the data, Ned's jaw dropped. "Wait a minute. That's Baymax? Like, the super-intelligent AI assistant? Isn't that the one you give to people in your phones?"
Ben smirked. "Sort of. The Baymax in the phones is a… let's say, a 'diet' version. It's not even a real AI, just a glorified search assistant. This is the full package."
Before Ned could respond, Baymax's hologram flickered. "Ben, I have completed the analysis. The ships originate from Afghanistan. After accessing their communications and internal documents, I've discovered something troubling."
Ben leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Go on."
Baymax continued, his tone neutral but the words chilling. "Under the guise of humanitarian efforts, these ships are transporting people—immigrants who believe they are being taken to safety. However, they are being kidnapped for illegal organ harvesting and human experimentation."
The room fell silent.
The sound of a loud thud broke the tension as Peter slammed his fist into the wall, his knuckles white. "How can anyone do something so… evil?" His voice was low, almost shaking with anger.
Ned looked pale, his laptop forgotten in his lap. "Organ harvesting? Experiments? This is insane. What kind of people even think about doing something like that?"
Ben didn't respond immediately. He was staring at the hologram, his mind racing. Finally, he spoke, his voice cold and determined. "Monsters. That's who."
He stood up, pacing the room as he formulated a plan. "We can't let this slide. These people need to be stopped. Baymax, keep digging. Find out who's behind this, where their operations are based, and how we can shut them down."
"Understood," Baymax replied, already processing more data.
Peter turned to Ben, his eyes blazing. "Whatever you're planning, I'm in. We can't let this go. Those people—they're counting on someone to save them."
Ben nodded, his expression grim. "Agreed. But we'll need to be smart about this. These guys are organized, well-funded, and probably have a lot of eyes watching for anyone poking around. We can't just walk in there and hope for the best."
Peter crossed his arms. "So what's the plan?"
Ned, you'll stay here and monitor everything from the Rustbucket."
Ned, who had been quietly hoping he wouldn't have to get involved, let out a small sigh of relief. "Okay, cool. I can do that. Low risk, high tech. That's my kind of job."
Peter shot him a look. "You say that now, but wait until Ben throws something insane at us."
Ben grinned. "Don't worry, Ned. You'll be safe. Probably."
"Probably?" Ned repeated, his voice rising slightly.
Ben ignored him, already turning his attention back to the hologram. "Baymax, flag any suspicious movements or communications from the docks. Let me know the second anything changes."
"Will do," Baymax replied.
Ben sat in his chair, staring intently at the hologram Baymax projected before him. The room was dimly lit, the soft blue glow from the projection illuminating his focused expression. "Baymax," Ben said, his tone firm, "find any backdoor or hidden way we can use to get inside that bunker."
Baymax's hologram flickered as it processed the request. "Accessing blueprints of New York's underground tunnels… Searching for potential entry points… Analysis complete."
The hologram shifted, displaying a detailed map of the docks and the network of tunnels beneath them. "Ben," Baymax began, "there is a possible entry point through the underground water tunnels. These tunnels are connected to the city's drainage system and run directly beneath the bunker. You would need to breach this section of the wall," Baymax highlighted an area on the hologram, "to gain access to the bunker."
Peter leaned forward, inspecting the map. "Wait, you're saying we can sneak in through a drainage tunnel? How do we even get down there?"
Baymax continued, "There is an access point near Pier 47. It is rarely monitored due to its proximity to the water. From there, you can follow the tunnel to this location. However, the final section is sealed by a reinforced wall. You will need to break through to enter the bunker unnoticed."
Ben mumbled to himself, "Looks like we know what we have to do." He stood up, cracking his knuckles. "Alright, here's the plan: Peter, we're going in through the tunnels. We'll secure the prisoners first, make sure they're safe, and then we deal with the people running this operation."
Peter nodded, his face serious. "Got it. What about the authorities? We'll need backup once we're inside."
Ben smirked. "Already thought of that. Baymax, send all the information we've gathered to Gwen's father, Captain George Stacy. Make it anonymous—he doesn't need to know it's us."
Baymax replied instantly, "Information prepared. Sending now."
Ned, who had been nervously listening from the corner, cleared his throat. "Uh, so what's my job in all this?"
Ben turned to him with a teasing smirk. "You? You're our eyes and ears. You'll monitor everything from here and make sure everything goes as planned."
Ned nodded, trying to mask his nerves. "Got it. Totally under control. Yep, I can do that."
Ben raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "You sure? You looked pretty freaked out earlier when I said 'probably safe.'"
"Not helping, Ben," Ned shot back, crossing his arms.
Peter chuckled, but his expression quickly turned serious again. "Alright, so we're going in quiet, getting the prisoners out, and then calling in the cavalry. Simple enough."
Ben nodded. "Exactly. But remember, the people running this operation aren't amateurs. They've got resources, guards, and who knows what else. We'll need to move fast and stay sharp."
Baymax added, "I will continue to monitor the situation and provide real-time updates as you proceed."
"Thanks, Baymax," Ben said, giving the hologram a small nod. He grabbed his jacket and looked at Peter. "Let's gear up. We've got some people to save."
Peter adjusted his mask, determination written all over his face. "Let's do this."