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[color=crimson][sub]"[b]On His Demon Head's Secret Service[/b]" // Part 13 // [ [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3OnnDqH6Wj8]Dami's iPod[/url] ] // [@GreenGrenade][/sub][/color][/center]
[color=crimson][b]N E W   Y O R K[/b][/color]

Leaving an enemy alive was a tactical error.

It allowed them to strike from behind, as this [i]Mayo[/i] had demonstrated. That the man was incompetent was immaterial. He obviously represented a threat to the Spider-Boy. So why allow the margin of risk to remain? The wall-crawler seemed quite distressed by the implication that he ought to kill the Condiment King. But what was the use or purpose in allowing him to live?

To further complicate matters, the Spider-Boy asked his name.

Pausing, the boy thought for a moment. He hadn't been prepared for that question. Normally, his handlers prepared him with a false identity in advance of an operation, in case something like this came up. Except, he didn't have that in this case which left him unprepared to do anything aside from make it up as he went.

He should keep it simple. The more complex the lie, the harder it was the remember later. And it needed to be a name that was believable, but without any frame of reference to his own. Perhaps literature held the answer? Arthur? As in, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle? Perhaps something drawn from the plays of Charles Dickens, Victor Hugo, or Anthony Munday?

[color=crimson]"Robin,"[/color] the boy uttered, fearing he'd been silent for too long. It was a moment before he made the connection himself. Robin Hood, the protagonist in a pair of plays Anthony Munday authored based on the oldest surviving ballads of [i]Robyne the Hood[/i].

He'd kind of pulled that out of his ass, but it was as good a name as any.