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[b]M A N H A T T A N,   N E W   Y O R K[/b]

[i]“Hey, what’s this about a price on your head? Like, how much we talking? I've been wanting to buy a PlayStation 4...”[/i]

“Good question,” answered Miles, once again taken aback by the boy’s efficiency. In just one kick he crippled Mayo from loss of air, making him look like nothing but a punching bag. But then again, that [i]is[/i] all he was. An idiotic, incompetent punching bag. “Let’s ask him.” 

Miles casually strolled towards him, crouching so as to be in line with his head. The wannabe crook was doubled over in pain, his face red as he gasped and wheezed for air. “Hey, Burger King,” said Miles, “What’s this about a price on my head?”

“I’m not telling you… [i]jack[/i],” spat the Mustard Man between breaths.

“Hey, come on,” pushed Miles. “Remember that time in Dakota with Static, when we stopped you from robbing that bank? That was fun, right? Think of all the memories we made together. I punched you, Static electrocuted you, I zapped you… Wouldn’t it be great to do that again?” He paused, caressing his chin in mock contemplation. “Come to think of it, I have Static’s number. I could always call him. The Terrific Trio, reunited!”

[i][b]“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!”[/b][/i] screeched Condiment King, as red as beetroot. “Please,” he whined, “I’ll tell you what you want to know. But… please don’t do that.”

[i]Huh. That actually worked.[/i] 

“Well?” prompted Miles. “Spill.”

“It’s Roxxon. The Roxxon Corporation,” Mayo whimpered. “They put a bounty on you, told any supercriminal that wants $20,000,000 to bring you to them alive. Something about wanting to study you…” He looked up with begging eyes. “I don’t know anything else, so please…” He started to cry, violent sobs racking his chest as he cupped his face in his hands.

“Uh…” Miles started. What was he supposed to do? “There there,” he said, patting Mayo on the back. “There there.”

And what was that about $20,000,000?