[The quiet that follows the call is eerie, only making the warehouse seem emptier somehow. The rustle of the wind outside of the building and the slow click of the door closing behind Leo as he walks inside.
The building has seen much better days. Old wooden palettes line the entrance, dirt and some garbage is crammed against the edges of the wall. The array of windows in the building have been boarded up from the inside.
A man's voice called out.]
And you must be one of Spider-Man's friends. One of his turtles.[The seemingly materializes ahead of Leo, just out of reach.]
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The building has seen much better days. Old wooden palettes line the entrance, dirt and some garbage is crammed against the edges of the wall. The array of windows in the building have been boarded up from the inside.
A man's voice called out.]
And you must be one of Spider-Man's friends. One of his turtles.[The seemingly materializes ahead of Leo, just out of reach.]