“Can I be your sidekick? I could be Gargoyle-boy or Goblyn-lad!” Fast Freddie asked.

“We can talk about that later. Right now, I got to go to go save a friend.”

“I installed a voice-com into your helmet so that we can communicate,” Fast Freddie said. “That why I’ll better be able to help you, boss.”

“Jeez, Freddie, don’t call me boss,” Phil said. The thought of being in charge of someone else rang far too close to responsbility for Phil.

“Sorry, boss,” Freddie uttered. Phil regretted ever telling him anything about his dual identity. Phil sighed under his mask, and ran out of the apartment and headed for his room.

Once inside his own coozy little apartment Phil found the Goblin outfit, which he quickly slipped into. He pushed a small button, and with a loud roar, his Goblin Glider came to him. He leapt on its back and felt the two small metal bands clamp down over his feet.

“Let’s get outta here!” With that he charged forward out the window. Unfortunatly, Phil had forgotten to open his window before attempting to fly through it. The small glass shards flew everywhere as the pointed tip of the glider punched through the window. In defense, Phil covered his eyes with the back of his arm, shielding them from the tiny fragements of debris.

An evil grin crossed over the face of the Goblin mask as Phil rode through the open sky. He loved this. That was why he did it, just for the thrill. The feeling of the cool air as it rushes by him. The gasps of all who look up to see him flying overhead. He relished every moment of it.

A stone cold stare replaced his mirth with the remergence of his reasons for coming out tonight, Lynn. He had to save Lynn. After all, she was out there chasing after him. He allowed a small grin at the thought of a four year crush chasing after him for a change, but he soon pushed the thought aside. Because she wasn’t chasing after Phil Urich, she was chasing after the Green Goblin. Only, someone feed her bad information and she’s chasing after the Hobgoblin.

Phil heard a sound behind him, that off a certain webslinger as his webbing caught hold of nearby buidling ledges as he swings high above the city block.

“Hello, chuckles,” Spider-Man said. (EDITOR’S NOTE: This Spider-Man is Ben Reilly... sorry, but that’s just the way the timeline crumbles - Merry Marc). The Green Goblin turned his head to see his new uninvited guest.

“Hey, Webs, what you doing?”

“Funny, I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“I’m going off to help a friend of mine out,” Green Goblin responded. Spider-Man swung by in silence for a moment befor he spoke again.

“I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“That so?” Green Goblin asked, getting a little curious as to where this was going. “What’ve you heard?”

“I’m good friends with Daredevil, Thing, and the Scarlet Spider before he retired, and they both have spoke on your behalf (EDITOR’S NOTE: Ben Reilly was also the Scarlet Spider... don’t blame me, I’m not in charge of Marvel - Merry Marc). As well as Ben Urich’s articles on you, which seem to cut you a fair break.”

“Really? The Spider, Thing, and DD spoke up for me?” Green Goblin asked, a smile forming on his lips. “Cool.”

“Yes, well. What kind of trouble is your friend in?”

“The Hobgoblin-kind of trouble. She went out looking for me and found him instead. I only hope that I get there before he does.”

“You mean, you only hope that we get there, before he does.” Spider-Man corrected.

“We?”

“Well, I’m already swinging that way and I’d hate to miss a chance to say hello to Hobby,” Spider-Man joked. “So, you might as well count me in, too.”

“Cool.”

The Hobgoblin was flying fifteen feet above the streets when Lynn saw him. All she actually saw was the glider and a shadow of a Goblin-like figure. She hopped into a cab and told the cabbie to follow the Goblin. She had kept up with him for a few blocks when the Goblin landed on top of a warehouse. Lynn paid the cabbie and jumped out.

She immeaditly ran to the front of the warehouse and tried to the door. Unfortunatly, it was locked. “Why has he landed here? Is this is secret headquarters?” Lynn thought to herself. She saw an open window, and she quickly scaled the wall and climbed in.

When she arrived inside, she was impressed to see how full the warehouse was. Everywhere she looked, there were boxes and crates and cartons and cases.

“Wow,” she thought to herself, “the Goblin certainly does keep himself busy.” She started to walk amongst the labryinth of items, looking for where the Goblin might be.

The Green Goblin and Spider-Man were still crusing along the New York nightline when the Green Goblin heard a small voice in his ear.

“Boss?” The voice asked. “Boss?”

“Freddie?” The Goblin asked.

“No, it’s Spider-Man. But you can call me Spidey or Webs,” Spider-Man joked.

“Of course,” Green Goblin replied. He forced a weak laugh and tried to pretend that he hadn’t just made the world’s largest dork of himself.

“Boss? You there? It’s me, Freddie.” The voice repeated. Phil didn’t respond, hoping that Freddie would go away. “C’mon on, boss. I know you there. Look, open your mouth just a slight bit.” With some reservation, Phil opened his mouth just a tad. A little click popped in his left ear.

“You hear a click?” Freddie asked. “If so, then close your mouth. If not, close your mouth and open it again.” Phil closed his mouth.

“You can talk now and no one else will you hear you,” Freddie said.

“Why are you bothering me?”

“I just got a question for you.” There was a long silence.

“Which is?” Phil finally asked. He was not pleased that anyone could call him up while he was flying. Part of the beauty behind flying was that no one could reach him. Oh well, pleasures fade away.

“I’ve done a search on...... And I didn’t come up with anything rented or recently purchased under his name.”

“What’s the question?”

“You know any aliases he might have gone under?”

“No.”

“Okay.” There was another pause.

“Freddie?”

“Yeah?”

“How do I make it so I can be heard again?”

“Oh, sorry. Well, there’s a little button on the left part of your neck.” Phil held up his right arm and began feeling around his neck, his fingers tapped a button and he heard the familiar click.

“Hey, Webs?”

“Yeah?”

“You know any of the Hobgoblin’s aliases?”

Lynn continued her walk through the darkened warehouse. She was walking very slowly, running her fingers along the crates around her. Her eyes had not yet adjusted to the lack of light. She heard a loud bang and then the sound she was becomnig accustomed to hearing, the sound of a Goblin Glider as it flies away. She began running towards the where the sound had originated from, her eyes now fully adjusted. She came across a clearing in the middle of the warehouse. Right above this clearing was window to the ceiling.

“Bingo,” Lynn thought. “We got ourselves a doorway.” She looked and saw that a new package had been dropped off. It looked as though it had been casually dropped on the floor. She got onm her knees and crawled closer to it. It was a small box, with a lid that was held on with duct tape. She peeled off the duct tape and forced the lid off. Inside the box rested five small bags of a fine white powder.

“Drugs? The Goblin’s dealing drugs?” Lynn asked out loud. She quickly got to her feet and rushed out.

“Yes!” Freddie responded gleefully. “Got a hit under the kid’s name, and check this out, it’s a warehouse rental on the lower east side.”

“Thanks a bunch, Freddie.”

“No prob, boss.”

Phil hit the button again, he turned his head to face Spider-Man.

“Webs? There’s a warehouse rented out under the name of his kid.”

“What? How do you know that?”

“I just know these kind of things. Anyway, it’s on the lower east side, you wanna check it out with me?”

“Why, Gobster, I thought you’d never ask.”

The Hobgoblin was returning to his warehouse to drop off some more goods when he heard the roar of another Goblin Glider close by. He turned around to see the Green Goblin chasing after him. A smile formed on his lips, he’d been waiting months for a rematch with the Green Goblin who had once ruined his chance at revenge (It all happened in Green Goblin #4). It looked like this was going to be his chance.

He turned his own glider around and started charging towards the Green Goblin. Some webbing hit him on his back, yanking him off of his glider. The Green Goblin manuevered around the uncontrolled glider and kept heading towards the Hobgoblin.

The Hobgoblin’s back smacked into the building, causing the glass that hit him to fracture. Spider-Man was sitting on a ledge about twenty feet above the Hobgoblin.

“So, Hobby, what’s hanging? Well, besides you, or course,” Spider-Man quipped. The Hobgoblin held up his arm and hit a small button on his wrist, recalling his glider to him. He grabbed the webline which was running of off his back. With a forcefull yank, he pulled Spider-Man from his perch and brought both of them hurtiling towards the ground.

The Green Goblin arrived at the building just as the two men began plummiting downwards. Spider-Man shoot out a webline and swung himself back to the side of the building. He saw the other Goblin Glider swooping down to pick up the Hobgoblin. The Green Goblin swooped down too, hoping to catch the Hobgoblin off guard.

The Hobgoblin reattached his feet into his glider, and pulled the glider from its downward trajectory. The Green Goblin followed suit, flying close behind him.

“I’m glad you came, now we can finish that little unresolved matter,” the Hobgoblin said.

“That’s why I’m here.”

“No Thing around to save you this time, boy.”

“Boy?” Phil thought to himself. “Does he know? Could he?” The Green Goblin was still thinking when he felt the cold sharp metal dig into his bicep.

He let loose a scream, which slowly turned into a laugh. For a moment, the Green Goblin saw a hint of fear growing on the Hobgoblin’s face. He decided to play with it.

“You think this hurts? Try this!” The Green Goblin lobbed a pumpkin bomb at the Hobgoblin which exploded right behind the Hobgoblin’s glider, blowing up a part of the engine. The Hobgoblin tried to ignore the damage and fly straight, but his glider kept swooping and diving.

The Green Goblin started smiling to himself on a job well done, when the Hobgoblin’s glider started falling very quickly. The Green Goblin looked on in shock as the Hobgoblin headed for the pavement. A webline snagged him again, this time yanking him to safety. The glider crashed on the ground, blowing up a small portion of the street. A car had turned out of the way at the last possible moment, but had driven into a fruit stand.

Phil looked over and saw Spider-Man holding the unconcious Hobgoblin.

Phil returned to congratualting himself and flew over to Spider-Man.

“Not too shabby, eh Webs?” The Green Goblin asked.

“Not too bad at all, Gobster. You handled yourself well.”

“Well, thanks. You weren’t too bad yourself, there. Well, now that you got him, I think I’m gonna go home and sleep.”

“What? You’re ditching him with me?”

“Isn’t that what you guys do? Turn the bad guys in?”

“Yeah, but why can’t you do it?”

“I’m not a super-hero.”

“You’re not, huh?”

“No.”

“You’re just a super-powered man who fights crime?”

“Well, yeah, kinda.”

“But, you’re not a super-hero?”

“No.”

“I think you’re just trying to get outta taking him to the police station.”

“Look, can’t you just web him up and leave him for the cops?” The Green Goblin asked.

“There’s a chance Hobby might break out, and that’s not a chance I’m willing to take. One of us has got to drop him off at the police station,” Spider-Man instructed.

“Play you in rocks, paper, scissors for it,” the Goblin purposed.

“This is so childish.”

“Look, we can do it my way or we can leave him here. Which do you prefer?”

“Okay, okay. Best two out of three?”

“Sounds fair to me.”

“One, two, three.”

Goblin won with a rock over Spider-Man’s scissors.

“One, two, three.”

Spider-Man won, using his scissors to slice through Goblin’s paper.

“One, two, three.”

Spider-Man won again with his scissors against the Green Goblin's paper.

“Don’t you ever change or are you always scissors?” The Green Goblin asked, slightly peeved.

“That doesn’t matter,” Spider-Man responded. He handed the unconcious body over to the Green Goblin. “The 49th precinct is just around the corner and about five or so blocks. Enjoy.” He waved to the Goblin and webbed off.

“Probably going back home,” the Green Goblin muttered to himself.

He dropped the Hobgoblin off on the steps of the 49th precinct and started his trek home. All in all, it seemed to Phil to have been a pretty easy night. Just one more night in which to enjoy being a goblin. He had just begun to relax and get into flying over New York when Fast Freddie called him.

“Phil?” Freddie asked.

“Yes?” The Green Goblin sighed. Phil thought he was going to have to have Freddie take out the damn intercom because it kept ruining the mood for him.

“I got some more news for you, although I don’t know if you want to hear it?”

“Might as well say it.”

“Well, I just picked up something on my police scanner.”

“And?”

“Well, they’re wondering about you, boss.”

“They are?”

“Yeah, they’re having quite the conversation about you.”

“What are they saying?”

“They might get a warrent for you.”

“What?” The Green Goblin shrieked. “They might do what now?”

“They might get a warrent for you arrest. They’ve gotten several reports of a goblin-looking-man stealing everything that wasn’t nailed down and a few things that were over the past twelve or so hours.”

“And they’re blaiming me for this?”

“Not exactly, they’re just leaning in that direction.”

“Well, what about the Hobgoblin? It was probably him.”

“The cops have mentioned him, but nothing has been heard about him since he bungled that train robbery. You on the other hand...”

“But, Spider-Man and I just caught him. I just dropped him off outside a police station!”

“No one’s reported having the Hobgoblin in custody. Are you sure you dropped him off?”

“No, I imagined the whole thing,” Phil responded sarcastically. “Of course, I’m sure!”

“Look, I don’t need to hear this right now. Why don’t you just keep monitering your police scanner, and I’m gonna return home.”

“Can do, boss.”

Phil had been enjoying one of the only benefits of not being employed, sleeping in, when he suddenly heard the pounding on his door. He lazily got up and stumbled to his door. Freddie was standing on the other side holding a copy of the Globe in his hand.

“Read the front page,” Freddie ordered as he walked in. Phil grabbed the paper and looked at the front page. There was a picture of a warehouse full of stolen and illegal items. He looked at the headline. It read, “Green Goblin indicated in ‘Goblin robbings.’” Phil’s jaw dropped in shock. His heart was racing. He couldn’t believe it. But even that was easier to accept than what came next. He looked at the author of the article’s name.

Lynn Walsh.