Lying on a beam high above, his lower legs dangling and swinging in the air, Chen Mo looked nothing like someone in a hurry to save the world as he zoomed out on the map.
Then he zoomed out a little more.
Finally, he simply moved it into a corner of his field of vision, clearing out the large space in the middle.
Much better.
Inside the repair shop, Batman was checking the coordinates White Widow had provided. Peter crouched beside the old truck, pulled the last cable out from underneath it, and wound it around his elbow.
By the time he looked up, Chen Mo had already carried the computer monitors into the truck for him.
The four screens were neatly stacked, with old seat cushions they had removed padding the gaps. Chen Mo had even wrapped spider silk around them, then tugged twice to make sure they would not shift.
Then he leaned against the truck door and closed his eyes in utter peace.
"Where are we going now?"
Peter asked.
Chen Mo tipped his chin toward Batman.
"We do what he says."
"Are we finding that person first, or going back to the school? These passcodes need to be verified, and the convoy can't leave yet. The Checkpoint to the south still-"
A miniature spider crawled down from Peter's shoulder.
Chen Mo caught it, placed it in a storage box, and casually snapped the lid shut. Still resting with his eyes closed, he asked offhandedly,
"Got all the equipment?"
"Yes. But we haven't discussed the plan yet."
"We have Batman."
"?"
So how was that related to his question, exactly...?
"Batman's discussing it."
Peter looked at Batman.
Batman stood alone beneath the work light, running his fingers over the map and marking two stretches of road.
It