Chen Mo tossed the gun he had seized aside, reached out, and shot webbing around the attacker's hands and feet, dragging him away from the doorway.
"Head outside! Follow the people ahead and evacuate in order! Move! Go, go, go!"
An experienced Gotham native, the orderly covered his head, bent low, and stumbled forward a couple of steps before remembering to nod at Spider-Man.
Chen Mo had already turned away.
Oh, wait.
Pamela.
All the doors here were open. What about hers?
Chen Mo immediately swung around and raced along the corridor toward the care ward. On the way, he webbed someone swinging a fire extinguisher to the wall, asked a fleeing orderly for directions, and followed the room signs.
The door was open.
Sunlight fell beside the window. The potted plants were still neatly in place, their leaves spread out, casting a small patch of shadow beneath them.
The room was empty.
Chen Mo stepped inside, glanced beside the bed, then pushed open the inner door.
Nothing.
He backed out and searched the next two rooms in succession, his footsteps growing faster.
A man in a white coat was crouched beneath the desk in the duty room. Hearing the door swing open, he thrust up the ring of keys in his hand.
"Take them! Take them all!"
"Where's Poison Ivy?"
The man froze.
Chen Mo walked over to the desk and bent down until his white eye lenses were almost touching the man's face.
"Poison Ivy, who was staying here. The redhead. Where did she go?"
"I don't know. I didn't see her... After the doors opened, there were people everywhere, so I hid in here."
"Did someone take her away? Or did she leave on her own?"
"I really didn't see!"
The man shrank farther under the desk,