Gallant glances at the bank, blasting the dog he's fighting even as he does so: "Yup."

Okay, she's going to go in there, then.

As she flies over the trench her body jerks to point her downwards.

Ah shit. The robot radios everybody else with this update about undersider powers; her implants stop the sudden jerk, and the suit stays in the air, run by software that figures out what she wants rather than what her limbs are doing. She'd better rush that update as soon as she's back at a keyboard. How are the hostages doing?

Cowering but otherwise okay.

One of them is arguing with a girl in a terrifying full body spider silk costume. Lorica may recognize the hostage as Panacea, Brockton Bay's preeminent healer. 

Shit! Do they have a way to page the other New Waves?

Bella hovers there, slightly sandbagging about her ability to operate while having weird muscle spasms, and listens to the argument.

New Wave is paged.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” The villain asks, pressing the heel of her free hand against her forehead while trying to keep an eye on Lorica.

“I… don’t think I’ll tell you.” 

“Who the fuck are you, and who were you trying to call?”

“Actually, it was a text, not a call, and it went through,” Pancea says, smiling.

Throughout this exchange spiders are dropped on Lorica, spinning thread to bind the joints of her suit. 

A robot comes through the door to crush the spiders and brush away the silk.

"Lorica, I've got Glory Girl out here threatening to bust through a wall to rescue her sister. How delicate are things in there?"

A human sized mass of spiders falls from the ceiling onto the drone before it can get to Lorica, packing themselves into any crevices and motors and covering any lenses.

Lorica recognizes some of these spiders, as well as all of the ones perched on hostages, as black widows.

"Well, the bug Master has a lot of black widows! Another Undersider, probably Regent, hit me with some kind of muscle spasm fuckery; my suit's hovering about it. Panacea landed something unspecified on the bug Master."

"Try to deescalate, prioritize that over capture. I'll keep Glory Girl out here for as long as I can."

Panacea tenses up, waiting for her sister to arrive.

Meanwhile, in addition to webbing Lorica up, some of bugs are trying to find out what's keeping her in the air and how it responds to being shoved full of bugs.

Lorica has to breathe air but her levitation system does not. "Hey. Spiders. Do you have a cape name? I'm Lorica."

"No, I don't have one yet."

How does her levitation system like being completely covered in bugs, while a few of the spiders move on to tying her to any nearby surfaces.

Her levitation system is going to warn her from inside her helmet and then spin her around really fast, trying to shake off spiders and snap silk. "Okay. So, Panacea tagged you with something and you don't know what, right?"

The bugs are flung away and don't return. The girl winces, though it's hard to see with her full body costume, her head aching from her latest attempt to direct her bugs.

"Yeah, that seems about right."

"So, what's your best case scenario from here? Hope it's treatable in your civvie identity if somebody got away with the money?"

"Not sure what she did yet, could go away on it's own." The girl sounds troubled.

Panacea smirks.

"I can't think of a reason she'd do something that you wouldn't be able to detect right away and that would go away on its own. If it's not impairing you right now..."

The girl doesn't reply.

"No way is it permanent, that girl's all bark and no bite," Tattletale says as she walks casually into the room. "Hey Lorica."

"Hi Tattletale. Any chance we can have this conversation without me experiencing weird muscle spasms?"

"I dunno, you need your muscles for something?" Tattletale says, walking over towards Panacea.

"Not especially, which is why I thought it might be worth asking."

"Hey Regent, how'd you like to switch targets," Tattletale suggests, gesturing toward Panacea's neck. 

Lorica's spasms stop, as Panacea twitches - a black widow falling from the back of her neck onto the floor.