Pig carcasses lay on the assembly line, waiting to be butchered.
Peter dropped down from the ceiling and noticed that the cold storage door was open.
He cautiously made his way over.
As he stepped inside, the cold air made him shiver.
"It's somewhere around here."
Peter slowed his steps.
The phone signal was coming from nearby. Apparently, this was the enemy's hideout.
He rubbed his hands together, ready to fight crime.
Peter imagined himself becoming an Avenger, though that would mean finishing school.
That's fine. My classes aren't much use to me anymore anyway.
After all, he'd always been the bright kid other parents held up as an example.
The beeping in Peter's ear grew closer. He walked into the middle of the cold storage room, weaving around the cuts of packaged meat.
He spotted a table and a chair.
The phone lay quietly on the table.
"Scan complete. Nothing unusual detected in the phone."
Only after hearing the suit's artificial intelligence did Peter feel safe enough to pick it up.
He opened the call log. The most recent call had been three minutes ago.
That meant the infamous Lies had still been here when Peter came in.
"He must still be here." Peter was going to catch Lies and put an end to his scheme.
He was about to take a closer look.
Then he heard the heavy sound of a door closing.
Peter's heart lurched, and he ran toward the sound.
At the entrance, he saw the cold storage door slowly swinging shut.
A hand even waved at him just before it closed.
Peter's face drained of color as he rushed toward the door.
"Don't!"
The cold storage door shut.
Peter was locked inside.
He tried to find another way out.
Apart from the vent feeding in