You swing up to the conveniently placed coffee station in the Spider society’s headquarters.

You sigh satisfied just about to take a sip, only to get a call from that asshole Miguel.

Groaning in annoyance you answer the phone, but before you can even get a word out, he’s already talking.

“Get up here now.”

He then hangs up the phone, guess you don’t have a choice. You roll your eyes, and then begin to swing to Miguels “office”/control center.