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by Whalestron » Mon Sep 10, 2018 10:43 am
by Main Nation Ministry » Mon Sep 10, 2018 7:37 pm
Whalestron wrote:Deputy
Layla wasted no time in grabbing a bola from behind her, cupping the two ballsin her right hand while she readied a dull throwing knife in her left. “How about I try speaking your language?” She asked, suddenly hurling the bola at Washington's weapon. She followed this up by launching the knife at Jefferson's hands in an attempt to convince him to drop his weapon.( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Once she was done with the attack, she ran straight for Washington. Deputy aimed a punch for his face, grabbing him by the shoulder and drawing her arm back to strike once more. This left an opening for Jefferson to come in to attempt to save his compatriot. Layla wasn’t expecting it, either. She’d be caught completely off guard.
Detective Madison Clifford
The question Oliver asked caught Madison off guard, and it did almost scare her. Her face betrayed her for a moment, displaying the fear she felt at the ‘threat’. She cleared her throat and smiled at the man. “Your hand's shaking, Queen.” She informed him. It was a slight tremble, sure, but she figured she’d be able to convince him she was a step or two ahead of him. She’d dealt with consistent criminals before, ones with good alibis that most wouldn’t have questioned save for the smallest of details they’d slipped up on. So far Oliver was doing great with his story, so much so that Madison was starting to doubt he knew any useful information.
She continued with her pseudo-analysis. “You keep glancing behind me, your arms are positioned defensively. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re afraid of something.” She took a small sip of the wine, keeping her gaze fixed on Oliver's face. “And judging by the twitch on the corner of your lip, you’re keeping something from me.”
Madison repositioned herself so that she was leaning closer to Oliver. “I need to know if I’m risking my job and possibly even my life for the right man, Queen. I need to know if freeing Wayne's ‘associates’ will help Gotham City or lead to its ruin.” She paused for a moment as she thought of what to say next, “and I’m honestly hoping you’re the man who can help me make that choice.”
by Julutth » Mon Sep 10, 2018 8:13 pm
Haedros 92712 wrote:
Bane released a short burst of laughter. ”Go to Wayne Manor. You will surely pick up the Bats scent there.” He then released the dog, dropping him to the ground, and then climbed in the helicopter, ducking his head to avoid the blades of the vehicle. ”Now, I think it is about time we took our leave, before any more vigilante fools can cause me any more trouble.”
by Fronket » Mon Sep 10, 2018 8:32 pm
The Mank wrote:Batwoman“Maggie!” She said with happiness as she entered, going in to embrace her longtime girlfriend. She was overjoyed to see her; it was the first time they could meet in a few months, due to the tough nature of their jobs. Kate was so happy that she decided to share a kiss with her cop friend as well.
“Maggie, I really need your help.” Kate said sincerely, “can you promise that you’ll help me, Madam Chief?” Kate said with a grin.
“Harvey! Hey, how are you? I was quite pleasantly surprised by a visit today at midnight from one of your good cops. Harvey, if you want my help, you can have it. I just don’t appreciate disturbances off-book late at night. Your cop, Madison Clifford, was wondering if all those Wayne people you caught today should be released. I didn’t even know about the Wayne raid until now, and Detective Clifford here is asking about release! Quite shocking, don’t you think?”
by Whalestron » Tue Sep 11, 2018 7:58 am
by Julutth » Tue Sep 11, 2018 1:52 pm
by Skarten » Thu Sep 13, 2018 12:59 pm
by Main Nation Ministry » Thu Sep 13, 2018 4:34 pm
by United States of Brainy » Thu Sep 13, 2018 7:42 pm
Main Nation Ministry wrote:The Cafe
The Deputy yanked it past her, where Jefferson caused it to be pointed towards the ceiling. The second shotgun blast blew a chuck of the ceiling out. What Jefferson didn't expect to see and happen was getting his own arm being dislodged. Screaming in pain, he ended up getting the end of the shotgun getting blunted into his head, knocking him out. "Look, miss! Can't you just let us go?! How about we just rob this place and we can let the hostages leave? It sounds fair!" Washington pleaded, where it would most likely fail.
by Farilexasm » Thu Sep 13, 2018 8:39 pm
Lic wrote:Tim Drake/Red Robin
“You’re being surprisingly lighthearted for a man who’s displayed so much hatred for the world,” Tim said irately.
Tim looked around the place, and made the customary investigative observations. An abandoned cinema hall. Hmmm...unique, to say the least. Jason had rigged cameras all over the place — they were disguised as ordinary objects like lights and were embedded in unnoticeable spots on the walls. It was almost as if Jason couldn’t trust his own “Followers.”
A security system was in place, albeit a non-advanced one; Jason seemed like a spendophobe. There was one clear entrance that also served as an exit, which was a thin iron door in the side of the old theater that led to a narrow cobbled alleyway outside. The original doors to the hall were sealed off, as well as the doors to the four different screening rooms.
Discreetly glancing at another wall, Tim could see an old and large poster of the movie ‘The Great Escape,’ starring Steve McQueen. It was slightly tilted, and Tim could spot a camouflaged button in the floor directly beneath the poster. Aha. A secret door.
Aside from the secret entrances and security cameras, the place was rigged up with the appropriate defensive mechanisms. The unhidden entrance/exit required a passcode to both enter and leave. Tim saw 5 thin tubes on the ceiling pointing directly at the door. Entering an incorrect passcode would probably result in some bullets or sharp objects being fired from those.
Tim smirked, his examination complete. This was no problem.
“So, tell me Jason...why keep me hostage here?”
by Whalestron » Sat Sep 15, 2018 7:55 am
by The Democratic Marxists » Sun Sep 16, 2018 6:34 pm
Lic wrote:Helena Wayne/HuntressThe Democratic Marxists wrote:Carrie bid the heroes farewell and then jumped in the driver’s seat of the functioning albeit slightly scratched and dented Battruck. She beckoned for Huntress to join her. “So, I guess we’re working together, huh. Know any places where we can use advance computers?”
Helena begrudgingly took her seat in the front next to the 13 year old driver. “Yeah, my place in the city has all the shit we’ll need. Address is 462 Bromwich Avenue. It’s a condominium in Gotham Heights. South Burnley. We’ll have to cross the Trigate Bridge to get there, so travel down Vale Street and then Wayne Highway until you see exit 13, and then we can get on the bridge and it’ll be relatively easy. Y’know what, kid, I’m 6 years older than you and the legal adult here, so I should probably drive...my name’s Helena Wayne, Bruce Wayne’s daughter, he’s Batman if you haven’t realized already.” Helena knew the cops had taken Tim. She was worried about him, but right now saving Gotham was her priority.
by Lic » Sun Sep 16, 2018 8:05 pm
The Democratic Marxists wrote:
Carrie vigorously shook her head at Helena while starting up the Battruck. “Last I checked, this was my truck. Finder’s keepers, I don’t give a fuck if daddy gave you claims to his property. It’s my vehicle, so I’m driving.” Carrie scowled and followed the directions that Helena had provided earlier. Carrie remained silent the entire ride.
Carrie disembarked after arriving outside the building, parking the truck in the car park behind the building and putting the truck on lock mode. She walked into the condo.
“Which floor is it?”
by Personal Freedom » Fri Sep 21, 2018 9:13 pm
United States of Brainy wrote:Lydia Sorenson
She headed out of the pawn shop, holding the precious comic book close to her with both hands. She had already loaded her other purchases into the back of her van. Lydia couldn’t wait to get home so she could enjoy the extremely rare issue of Miss Midnight at her leisure.
That’s when she saw it. A GCPD cruiser had pulled up right behind the black Toyota parked in the alleyway. Two beat cops shambled out and began snooping around the vehicle. Peering through the back windows, turning their heads from side-to-side. Intent on finding something. One of the cops returned to the cruiser, slid into the driver’s seat, leaned to his right with his head down.
Lydia knew exactly what he was doing. He was running the plates through the laptop mounted to the center dash. Through the local, state and federal databases. Checking to see if the vehicle had been reported stolen or if the owner had any outstanding priors. After a minute or two, the cop leaned the other way, raised his hand outside the open door and snapped his fingers. His partner began ambling his way back to their car.
Maybe the woman had outstanding parking tickets, maybe she was a terrorist, Lydia had no idea. Either way, it was none of her business. Not her problem. From her vantage point across the street, she hadn’t been noticed. All she had to do was get into her van and drive off. She opened the driver’s side door and slid behind the wheel. Locked the comic safely in the glove compartment. Inserted the key into the ignition. All she had to do was turn the key. Turn the key…damnit!
She yanked the key out, locked the van and started walking back to the shop. The cops were still conversing inside their car, still hadn’t noticed her. She wasn’t worried about the $30,000 or leaving her business card behind. Lydia was a licensed security contractor, her business totally legitimate and separate from her other ‘business’. She had a lot of important clients, multinationals and foreign governments, clients with connections and influence. She had nothing to worry about from these cops.
So, why get involved? Why help this woman? Because the woman had a lead on getting her the rest of the comic books she so desperately needed for her collection. That was the reason and nothing more. At least, that’s what she told herself.
Re-entering, she strode straight up to the counter. “A cop car just pulled up behind your car. Pair of uniforms are checking your plates as I speak. If you have anything more serious than a speeding ticket, I suggest you close shop and find someplace to lie low. Don’t head back home. You have about five minutes before backup arrives and they start canvassing the neighborhood. And you’re welcome.”
Lydia turned around and starting heading for the door, her good deed for the day done.
by The Democratic Marxists » Mon Oct 01, 2018 1:28 pm
Lic wrote:Helena Wayne/Huntress
Helena switched on one of the miscellaneous computers, connecting a keyboard and a pair of wireless headphones to it. In five minutes Helena had used her wide knowledge of hacking to intercept city-wide broadcasts. On the screen was one symbol: Wonder Woman’s crest. Helena figured that something other than the Bat-symbol could provide hope to the confused and angry Gothamites right now. What could be better than displaying the symbol of the Justice League’s leader and undoubtedly the country’s most popular hero?
Helena turned to Carrie and nodded.
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