(..) Come on, Peter. Come on, Spider-Man. Come on, Spider-Man. Come on, Spider-Man. Come on, Spider-Man! Launch for intercept. Green light. Green light. Oh, yeah. Retroreflective panels engaged. Got a visual on the plane, but I'm feeling a little resistance. (..)

(..) and none has ever noticed it? She stand out the image reflectors. -Alright, some sort of holographic camouflage. - Ay, sir. Captain! I intercepted a weak communication transmission, sir, It's a Starfleet frequency. You can locate the signal? Yes, but how do we get to them? I have an idea, sir, (..)

(..) and Lieutenant Fran'ois Brouse. SPACE WEAPONS CONTROL CENTER Severnaya, RUSSIA Select Mir. Orthographic projection. Compute possible intercept with second-stage geo-sat two. Anna. He wouldn't know a woman if one came up and sat on his head. Boris. (..)