The woman standing in front of the bar, the woman in the black hat and trenchcoat, wasn’t exactly feeling poetic at the moment. She just wanted answers.
She walked into the bar, noticing, and not caring, that the patrons were ogling her. Let them, she decided. It’d make her job easier.
She found an empty table situated towards the back, and took a seat. It didn’t take long for someone sit next to her.
The someone in question was a large, bald, tattooed man. He smelled of alcohol.
“What’s a girl like you doin’ in a place like this?” the man asked, flashing a smile full of missing teeth.
The woman smiled. “Looking for something,” she said.
The man leaned closer to her. “What kind of something?”
The woman placed a picture on the table. “Information,” she said.
The man picked the picture up, and looked at it. It was a picture of a woman with glowing veins, animal ears, and a tail.
“I think I might know her,” the man said.
“Are you going to tell me?” the woman asked.
“Sure. For a price.”
“What’s the price?”
The man whispered the price in the woman’s ear, then leaned back.
“Well?” he asked.
The woman considered his price for a second, then grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed his head into the table.
Immediately, everyone else in the bar turned towards the two and pointed guns at her.
“Try anything,” the man said. “And you’re not leaving here alive.”
“Is that so?” the woman asked, then let out a shrill whistle.
A giant creature of some sort crashed through the windows. It appeared to be a large humanoid spider of some sort. It had six arms, which ended in claws, two legs, eight completely black eyes, spider-like mandibles on its face, and was covered in grey hairs. Most of the bar patrons aimed their guns at the creature, and started firing.
The creature, despite its size, was able to easily dodge the bullets, jumping around and climbing the walls. It fired webbing at the patrons from its claws, sometimes in the form of balls with such an impact it knocked them over, other times in a line it used to snag an opponent and use him as a wrecking ball.
The bar was chaos, the sounds of screaming, breaking bones, and broken furniture filling the building.
The man and woman both watched the spectacle, the man in horror the woman in boredom.
Soon, the bar was quiet except for the pained moans of the creature’s victims.
“W-what the hell?” the man asked, his voice quavering.
“That is Spyder. An old friend of mine. We’re working together to find her – ” the woman said, pointing at the picture. “Now, tell me what you know about her, or you’ll be wishing you’d be as lucky as everyone else in this bar.”
“What makes you think I know her?”
“Because I know you. Your name is Eddie Hayden. You’ve got a rap sheet long enough to hang yourself with, and have worked with her on multiple occasions. And, you’ve got a weakness for mysterious women. Now, I’ll ask one more time: what do you know about her?” The woman said, her voice getting more threatening with each word.
“She’s in Vinculux City! That’s all I know, I swear!” he practically screamed.
“Of course she’s there,” the woman muttered. Louder, she said, “That better be true, Eddie. Or else I’ll be back. And so will he.”
Spyder growled at that, and Eddie gulped. The woman released Eddie, and walked away with Spyder beside her.