The tiny amount of sanity Miles still had within Jackal disappeared, locked away in the back of Jackal’s brain until he was strong enough to come back. Miles looked forward once more, taking in the view of the abandoned Stark Tower, set them in his sights. Everything he needed was in there and he wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer.
With a superhuman leap, Jackal raced from rooftop to rooftop, working his way toward the beacon that poked up through the New York skyline, arriving only in seconds. He landed along the top floor, glancing around cautiously. It was clearly being abandoned; tarps and plastic covers on almost every surface, and there was the fact that Tony Stark had famously announced that decommissioning of Stark Tower.
Clearly that was a man who didn’t mind people—even the wrong people—following his every move considering how often he bragged about himself. Didn’t they always warn people be careful what they put out there? It was a wonder Tony hadn’t been robbed blind by that point.
Jackal walked over to one of the blown-out windows and looked down over the city. His eyes narrowed as he watched the busy little ants of New York look continue about their day. When they could be struck down as easily as he did Rachel. But where was the fun in that? When they least expected it?
It was better to see the terror up close and personal.
And that’s why he was waiting for Spider-Man to show up.