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Post by Captain Midnight on May 5, 2017 20:33:27 GMT -5
The larger a company was, the easier they were to infiltrate. At least that was true back in the old days. Wayne Enterprises recently had a bit of a shakeup when the playboy brat turned up again and took over, apparently looking to change how things worked. Tempus snorted trying to stifle an out loud laugh at the thought. Bruce would attend a few meetings, cut some ribbons, shake some hands and then get back to his manor, cars, drinks and women. It would make Gotham a little bit harder to work in for a while, but he had enough time for now to complete his work. He'd found a small workshop in the Applied Sciences Division, out of the way of the majority of the other employees and rarely visited by the managers. Far enough from the break room and time clock that he didn't have to deal with the other morons passing by every few minutes trying to strike up a conversation. Privacy and time to finish his work. He finished up the last few components on his worktable, unable to hold back the smile splitting his face. Gotham was to going to see some rough times and the world would beat a path to his door offering Tempus anything he wanted to provide the method of repeating it.
Jim 'Red' Albright head of Albright Industries, wartime flying ace, genius engineer and the superhero Captain Midnight, was a man with a ground level task for once. The Gotham City Police Department had recovered some strange gadgets being smuggled into the city in a stolen truck, several of them having Alrbight Industries parts used to construct them. The truck crew were tight lipped about the whole thing so they were sweating it out in the holding cells while the company was asked to send someone to inspect the devices and see if there was some clue as to what they could be used for. Chuck, Icky and Joyce had outvoted Jim this time around, suggesting that he take this errand personally to get out and socialise. Enjoy the sights, see a show or try a restaurant before he came back to Squadron HQ and got back to work in the hangars. Jim's protests that he was social enough were countered with the idea that he might enjoy the mystery offered by the police, then Chuck slipped him a copy of the Gotham Gazette showing an artist sketch of the infamous Bat-Man rumoured to be stalking around the city. Naturally Jim was skeptical about the idea of a seven feet tall gargoyle type creature that swooped out of the sky and drank the blood of criminals, but even a cursory glance of the real deal was an interesting concept. Right now however he was in the reception area of the GCPD building, wearing his dark blue striped suit and shaking a little of the damp from his hat. Gotham was an unseasonably foggy city apparently. A few of his tools were in his briefcase and his costume was hidden away in a compartment in his car parked a short distance away from the building (not that he was expecting to need it, but better safe than sorry). He cautiously peeked over the reception desk trying to see if the secretary or desk officer was nearby before he lightly tapped the bell for attention. "Hello?"
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Post by Batgirl on May 8, 2017 12:14:54 GMT -5
Barbara Gordon was right, smack dab in the middle of working on a secret case. She did this often enough when she needed to look busy, and heaven knows it was hardly approved of. Ever since the Hatter, her father had kept a closer eye on her, and it was harder for her to contribute anything of value to the police department. Maybe that was how her father always wanted it. Maybe he always wanted her to be a pretty face to greet people coming in, rather than an able mind that could help crack some of the more difficult cases they faced. That meant she had to work in secret and hide her notes where some of the police officers could find them. She'd never get the credit, but at least the cases would get solved. That was the important thing, right? Well, she was trying to tell herself that.
Being so engrossed in her work, however, meant that she was completely oblivious when someone came up to her desk. It was benign, of course, but unhelpful nonetheless. When the man in front of her tapped the bell, even as lightly as he had, it nearly made her jump out of her skin. She blushed a red that clashed with her hair and nonchalantly tried to cover what she was working on as she looked up at him, smiling her famously bright smile.
"Good afternoon!" she chirped, reorganizing papers so it was hard to tell exactly what she was doing. After all, if someone told her father about this, she'd never hear the end of it, and she might not be allowed to work here anymore.
"Sorry about that. Just got caught up in paper work." She leaned on the desk, beaming up at the gentleman. "What can I do for you today?"
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Post by Captain Midnight on May 10, 2017 17:39:29 GMT -5
"Good Afternoon Miss. My name is Jim Albright. I was asked to come to Gotham to consult on some items your officers picked up recently."
Jim couldn't help but notice the slightly odd manner in which the young woman shuffled her papers, not overtly hiding them but putting them out of order in a way that it was hard to tell what she was working on in the first place. He pushed that aside for now though, telling himself that it was most likely police work that he had no business looking at anyway. Instead he reached into briefcase and pulled out a few papers, the original telegram from the GCPD asking for his help, proof of identity, some papers from Albright Industries and a few notes on the GCPD members that he'd conversed with over the phone while sorting out the visit.
"I was told that there were some items with components that were registered to my company, apparently they were recovered in an illegal shipment. It's strange though, my people and I have gone over every one of my holdings and every client we've worked with recently."
He showed her the company statements, receipts and a few abridged contracts he'd brought with him. The officers that contacted him might want to see them as well but she seemed pretty sharp rather than just a pretty face trotted out to make the reception look nice. Something told Jim that involving her would at least speed things up a little and hopefully lead to some answers.
"Nobody I employ or that I've worked with has reported anything missing. We're pretty thorough given how delicate our projects are and as far as I can tell everything is not only where it should be but has the records to prove it."
Maybe Jim could get a look at the case files or any interrogation transcripts after he checked the evidence. This whole thing was very strange.
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Post by Batgirl on May 16, 2017 14:20:19 GMT -5
As soon as he mentioned his name, Barbara had perked up. She recognized it. In fact, she was trusted just enough to help him out. However, she wasn't sure if he would have been comfortable with letting her help him. After all, she was a woman. She listened to him, and looked at the papers he had brought with him, scanning them quickly for anything that might pop out at her. At just a cursory glance, she couldn't see anything, but that didn't mean there wasn't anything there.
Her New York case would have to wait. She smiled brightly and stood to extend her hand to shake, a traditionally more masculine gesture. She had learned, after all, that if she was going to be treated like an officer of the law, she was going to have to act like one. No one was going to take a woman seriously, so she had to act as masculine as she could, without being too overt about it. Smile never fading, she stepped around her desk to greet him.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Albright. My name is Barbara Gordon. I'll be assisting you today."
Much to the dismay of the other officers, she was sure.
The officers that had contacted him, after all, were away from their desks. She could easily go and pick up their file. If this was as simple as identifying evidence, this was something she could be in charge of. And she would need the files. She glanced at the desk she needed, and of course, there it was. Officer Grizzoli was horrible about leaving case files out in the open, but it helped her out plenty. She smiled at Jim and nodded her head in that direction.
"If you'll follow me, I just need to grab the file!"
She made her way over to the desk and casually picked up the file. No one seemed to notice or care. She opened it up and, sure enough, there was everything she needed to know. And Jim's story was accurate. There were a number of components recovered in an illegal shipment, and they wanted to make sure serial numbers matched up with any possible stolen goods. This should have been an open and shut case. But if Mr. Albright was reporting that there was nothing missing?
That made this interesting.
That made her want this case.
She led him toward the evidence room and smiled at him. "I haven't had much of a chance to review the file. What is your tie with the company?" she asked. She was interested in how much stake he had in this case.
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Post by Captain Midnight on May 18, 2017 16:08:21 GMT -5
"Thank you kindly Miss Gordon."
He returned the handshake. Given her take charge mannerisms it seemed Barbara Gordon was a lot more than the receptionist here, perhaps starting off as a civilian aide before she applied for police training herself? The hands on work in the department was a good way to build experience in the detail side of law enforcement work.
He took the offered file and read over the details, scowling as he did so.
"Hmm, the truck was coming from Arcadia. I do own a couple of warehouses around the docks over there. and I'm kinda the...owner of the company. After the First World War I got interested in aviation, put something together with a few friends and then before I knew it I had holdings all over the country."
For now he didn't want to tell too many details, like the Black Sky group providing him unusual resources that led to some surprising advances during World War 2. Anyone who looked them up knew about Albright Industries making the breakthroughs in jet aircraft and extreme environment survival equipment, but only the higher ups in the government were privy to the research that aided various mystery men or covert agents against the Axis forces.
Barbara was kind enough to lead him to the evidence room, letting him get right to work looking at what was supposedly his stolen property. A pair of clean work gloves from his bag kept the evidence free of prints as he looked it over. Mentally he sorted through the serial numbers he had memorised and compared them to the components he found. Box after box had at least one piece of tech from his company in them.
"Yeah, some of these are mine. All from Arcadia, but they were all signed out properly. After this I'll phone over there and see who requisitioned them. If one of my employees is up to something shady then I'll.."
He opened one of the next boxes then suddenly shut it again. He stepped back warily as a whirring noise came from inside, then ducked as a sphere shot out of the container and bounced off the wall before rolling in a circle on the floor. Jim grabbed Barbara by the arm and pulled her to cover behind a shelf as the sphere suddenly started pulsing with a purple light.
"Close your eyes and look away!"
The light pulsed enough to fill the room, followed by a strange high pitched noise. Jim cautiously peeked out again, seeing the sphere lying inert and letting out a plume of smoke signalling that it had burned itself out. His eyes travelled along to the door however to see an officer who had heard the commotion and entered the room at the wrong time, his eyes dazzled from the flash and a look of confusion on his face that suddenly turned to fury. The policeman drew his weapon just as Albright rushed to subdue him, the revolver was fired into the ceiling a few times as both men grappled.
"Jackson! Japs are onboard! Sound the alert!"
"Officer it's not real!" Jim struggled against the hallucinating man, his own hand to hand skills were formidable but the policeman was driven into an adrenaline fuelled panic by the nightmare that he was seeing.
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Post by Batgirl on May 30, 2017 12:50:27 GMT -5
A truck coming from Arcadia? Barbara searched her mind for any gang activity that might come from that area, and she was drawing a blank. At least, as far as stealing these kinds of products. Most gangs were stupid enough to come by their guns honestly, and didn't think to steal their weapons. And none of the smarter gangs came from Arcadia. As far as she was aware, anyway.
And certainly no gangs in the area had need of pieces of aircraft equipment. Or whatever happened to be in evidence.
Still, talking to the owner of the company might offer some interesting insight.
She did have a feeling that he was holding out information, which was a problem with police investigations. But, she wasn't a cop. She couldn't MAKE him tell her anything. That was the problem with being in her position. It took every ounce of her willpower to stop herself from rolling her eyes and sighing in exasperation, but she managed to keep a smile on her face. If only she had Rorschach around. HE could get the information out of this guy. Of course, there'd be a lawsuit against the station afterward ....
Once they got into the evidence room, Barbara donned a pair of clean gloves and stood back to let him examine everything. He seemed to be doing so meticulously. It was quite something to watch. And, of course, they were his after all. But they were signed out? That was interesting. Why would they be reported stolen if they had gone through the chain of custody properly?
Her train of thought was interrupted when he grabbed her and pulled her out of the way of a sphere shooting out of the box on the table. She was about to ask what was going on when she was ordered to close her eyes. Through her closed eyelids, she could see the flash of a light, and she could smell ... something. Whatever it was, it wasn't normal, and it wasn't something she had ever come across yet.
She was let go, and she dared to look. There was a policeman fighting with Albright. She panicked for a moment, but she could see that Albright was holding his own quite well. Well, as well as you could hold your own against someone in an absolute frenzy.
She snuck around and grabbed the officer from behind, putting him in a choke hold.
"Frank! Calm down!" She didn't think she'd get through to him, but she had to at least give the appearance that her fighting abilities were a product of the moment, not of training. "We're here to help!"
Frank struggled against her, but soon slipped into unconsciousness. Barbara pretended, to the best of her considerable ability, to look surprised and a little afraid.
"Oh no. What did I do?"
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Post by Captain Midnight on Jun 3, 2017 19:07:20 GMT -5
Jim managed to wrestle away the gun when Barbara restrained the officer. He was so focused on attacking that he was out like a light in next to no time, though mostly thanks to the effective methods Miss Gordon had used. When Frank hit the floor Jim checked him over before taking his cuffs to restrain him on the off chance that he'd awaken while still afflicted by his illusions.
"He'll be fine. If you didn't knock him out he would have hurt anyone who got in his way."
Albright found the sphere and replaced it in an empty box, then used some extra evidence bags and other packing material to make it extra secure. Hopefully it had used up all the charge in that first blast.
"I've seen these during the war. Thrown right into crowds of civilians in occupied France, gave the Gestapo the excuse to move in and crack down on the 'rioters'. They assault the senses, trigger violent memories. Frank must have served in the Pacific, if he wakes up again he'll go through the worst of it all over again."
The gunfire and fighting had attracted more attention, a few uniformed officers burst in with guns drawn and a lot of questions. Jim explained everything he knew so far to catch them up, the components stolen from his company, the sphere bomb and Franks violent episode. They seemed skeptical but were at least accepting that their friend would have to be restrained until he no longer showed signs of hallucinating. The next part however, was not to their liking.
"I'll need to talk to the men you arrested with the truck. They're working for a very dangerous person."
"and just who are they working for?"
"Unfortunately I don't know that just yet. But..."
"Then you'd better leave that to us. It's a police matter now."
"Officers. You need to listen!"
"Sir. You should leave, maybe come back when you calm down."
Antagonising them further was only going to cause more problems. For now Jim stormed out, thanking Miss Gordon for her help so far. When he got to his car he just sat in the drivers seat, mentally recounting everything he knew. The parts from his company were legitimately ordered (or at least they were ordered via flawless forgery or insider information), then there were other parts that weren't created by Albright Industries. There was a good chance that a major company in Gotham was part of the unknown mastermind's plan. Maybe some out loud thinking.
"Gothcorp. Wayne Industries. Lexcorp. It'll be a large corporation, lots of different branches, he won't use any of the central holdings. He'll want something out of the way, where he can order the equipment he needs and bring in the truck crews. Very little other employees to avoid being disturbed. Maybe automated."
ooc: If you like that last bit is to give Barbara the chance to add her Gotham smarts to narrow things down if you want her to follow Jim out and listen in. Unless you have your own thing planned.
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Post by Batgirl on Jun 10, 2017 21:24:36 GMT -5
Barbara watched quietly, as she was expected to do, as the officers questioned him. She listened for any hint that she might need to step in, but she wasn't given the opportunity. Jim stormed out, and the officers were left just rolling their eyes. She frowned and confronted them.
"You realize he's here because you called him, right Carl?" She frowned, something they never saw, and took a step toward them. "You have no right to treat a witness that way. I hope this isn't how you treat everyone that comes through our doors."
They stammered out an apology, having never expected to see such disapproval from an otherwise agreeable girl. Apparently satisfied, she turned on her heel and walked out, following Jim.
When she found him, he was already in his car. The window was rolled down, and she could hear him talking to himself. He seemed to think there was a larger player on the board, and the more she thought about it, the more it made sense to her. How else could someone steal weapons like that so discreetly. Discreetly enough that the owner of the company didn't even notice they were missing, anyway.
The question was, who was it? And why? Well, maybe the why had presented itself in the evidence room. They were obviously valuable. If this was New York, she might have questioned if Artie Cade had something to do with it. But Cade had no interest outside of his own turf, did he?
She stepped up and knocked on the side of his window very cautiously. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help overhearing. If you're looking for something out of the way in Gotham, most of the gangs use the docks. There's a checkpoint set up there for people to claim their contraband as their own before they sell it or make it disappear. The file says your weapons were found en route there. Whoever's responsible might be waiting for them there."
She glanced around, as though making sure no one was listening. Apparently they weren't, because she leaned in a little more.
"I've got a friend. Works outside the police department. She can meet you at the docks. On the roof of the old fishery that overlooks the main clearing. She can help you."
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Post by Captain Midnight on Jun 17, 2017 20:27:58 GMT -5
Jim was abruptly snapped out of his thought process when Barbara turned up at his car window, offering her own knowledge of the truck shipments and the local criminal element that he could apply to his own theories. Then she told him about someone that could meet him at the docks to help out, presumably not part of the GCPD given how they seemed to be dragging the case out.
"Thank you. You should stay at the police station. It might not be safe on the streets tonight."
After bidding Barbara a good evening he started the car and moved off, though only for several blocks until he could find an alleyway to conceal his vehicle. Jim clambered into the rear seat and found his case, removing his suit and donning his red pilot uniform and the associated equipment. There was little he could do as Jim Albright but as Captain Midnight the odds shifted more in his favour. At the very least his goggles might offer some protection against the strobe weapon if another turned up.
Shortly after gearing up Midnight was soaring across the Gotham skyline, adjusting his wingsuit precisely to work with the wind and updrafts. Eventually he landed on the Fishery building that he was told about earlier in the evening, adjusting his goggles to view the industrial buildings nearby while at the same time fiddling with the radio controls on his belt.
Miles away at a military airfield the Skyrocket picked up the radio signal and began a start up sequence, slowly pulling out onto the runway and accelerating until it could safely take off. Once over Gotham it would begin circling at a high altitude awaiting a further signal should the Captain require it.
Things had naturally slowed down given the late hour, just a few trucks going back and forth preparing for the day shift and skeleton crews loading and unloading. One new arrival had caught the Captain's attention however. The Wayne Enterprise facility had just let in a truck, the gate guard approving the forms, the parking near the warehouse was flawless, but the expected unloading never came, the driver and his companion just checked the vehicle was secure and casually left the yard by the front gate without doing anything further. No special markings on the truck indicating that it required special clearances or safety measures, just an insanely average delivery that nobody was allowed to touch. When Barbara's friend arrived they could check things out.
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Post by Batgirl on Jun 27, 2017 12:17:00 GMT -5
As soon as Barbara was sure Albright was gone, she was off like a rocket. She bid adieu to her coworkers, telling them something had come up and she had to take off work a little early. They didn't seem to mind at all, so she ran out to the alley where her motorcycle was and zoomed off in the direction of home.
Once there, she pulled out her costume. A new, retrofitted suit she had made herself. Well, it wasn't much. It wasn't totally state of the art. After all, she couldn't afford that. But it was good. It got the job done.
She got changed, got her mask on and slid down the fire escape back down to her motorcycle, taking off again toward the docks.
When she got there, she parked a ways away from the building she had specified and grappled up to one of the taller buildings. Once there, she pulled out her binoculars and surveyed the area.
Instead of seeing Jim Albright, like she expected, she saw a man in a red suit. Well, that was unexpected.
Now, there were two chances. One was that this was Jim Albright in a suit.
The other was that Albright hired someone to meet her here.
Barbara was a smart girl, and she could figure out that this was the first of the two scenarios, but if he was willing to wear a mask, she wasn't going to call him out on it.
She swung down to meet him on the rooftop and landed smoothly a comfortable distance from him, her cape settling by her arms like wings.
"Albright send you?" she asked in a lower voice than her normal one. It was a sort of disguised voice, but one that didn't sound incredibly forced.
She looked down at the truck that seemed to have Albright's attention. She had taken notice of it too. Wayne Enterprises. Now, what would Bruce Wayne want with weapons like the ones that were stolen? Unless it wasn't him. No, it couldn't be him. He was just the owner of the company. Had to be one of the guys running the show. Had to be a higher up, to keep everything running smoothly.
She looked back at him. "I was told I'd be meeting Albright."
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Post by Captain Midnight on Jul 8, 2017 17:46:17 GMT -5
Barbara's 'friend' turned up. A purple clad costumed vigilante who just scaled the building with a grapple launcher. Low tech and all home made to be sure, but not everyone had corporate and military resources to work with.
"I should probably reintroduce myself." Jim pulled back his cowl and goggles. "Captain Jim Albright. Secret Squadron call sign Midnight."
Of course Captain America or the Blackhawks would be more recognisable to the general public among heroes of the war. The Secret Squadron didn't get many newsreels or footage of their battles considering they mostly operated by night. Any coverage was post battle or part of a team up and as a result Secret Squadron decoder rings weren't as popular with the kids as Cap fan club cards.
"Sorry about the confusion. I thought suiting up would be appropriate given the weapons we might have to deal with. I assume Miss Gordon filled you in on what happened at the police headquarters. You might want to take these in case they have more of those strobe bombs."
Jim pulled a spare pair of goggles from his belt and gave his partner a quick rundown on how to use the zoom and light functions built into the lenses. The slight refraction would help against the strobe weapons and prevent either of them from falling prey to their nightmares.
Next he fired his own grapple line from his wrist, hooking the Wayne warehouse and securing the line to their roof. A quick tug made sure it was secured before inviting the heroine to infiltrate the building with him.
"So what do you go by? I don't think I should call you 'hey you' the whole time."
Tempus checked over the coffin like tanks in his workshop, six in total all reading within safe levels and ready to deploy. Of course if the idiots he had paid good money to bring his parts could actually do their jobs properly he wouldn't need to waste his resources on backup plans. That required ordering more components, arranging more transport and filling out the right papers for all of it.
Still, it would all be worth the effort after tonight.
ooc: Tell me if any changes need to be made, I couldn't find any description of Batgirl's costume in the other threads. Otherwise feel free to move into the building and start searching stuff.
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Post by Batgirl on Sept 4, 2017 0:36:12 GMT -5
Batgirl didn't react to Albright's "big reveal" and instead stared at him. "... You may want to put your cowl back on, Captain Midnight," she said, putting extra emphasis on using his call sign. "I don't know if you're from around here or not, but Gotham isn't very friendly toward costumed vigilantes. Bad guys would love to get their hands on your identity and do horrible things to your friends and loved ones."
It was a harsh truth, but a truth that had to be said. It was why she had decided to put on the mask, after all.
Well, part of the reason, anyway.
But when he apologized, she shook her head and held up a hand. "No need to apologize, sir. Miss Gordon did fill me in on the details. Strobe bomb went off, officer hallucinated about the Japanese, had to be subdued... What kind of weapons are we dealing with exactly? I mean, if we're going in there to liberate some, I'm gonna need to know exactly what was stolen and what they do."
She accepted the goggles from him and quickly figured out how they worked, but let him give the rundown anyway. After all, it was polite to appear ignorant of new tech. But she was good with tech, and knew how things worked. Besides, she made all her gadgets herself. She could figure things out.
When it was time to grapple to the Wayne warehouse, she pulled her grapple gun from her belt and took aim, firing a bat shaped hook at the roof.
"I go by Batgirl," she replied. "And, on a personal note, I kept my Secret Squadron decoder ring. I still have it somewhere."
With a sly smirk, she pulled the trigger and flew up to the roof of the warehouse.
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Post by Captain Midnight on Sept 8, 2017 20:43:31 GMT -5
Jim put his cowl and goggles back on with a sly grin at the warning.
"Thanks for the heads up, but my friends are some of the best pilots, commandos and high risk agents this side of the Howlers. If Gotham's underworld wants to start a fight they better be ready for a bigger war than the two we just finished."
They both grappled over to the Wayne warehouse and crept towards the skylights, searching each one in turn for anything out of place or a good secluded spot to infiltrate. In the meantime Midnight explained the technology that had been stolen and the weapon set off in the evidence room.
"I looked over the items that the GCPD had in storage. The items from my company were mostly mechanical parts for aircraft that I'd been working on. A variable wing design that could be adapted to different situations, but the parts could be applied to pretty much any project that requires rapidly moving components. There were also some of my prototypes for a wearable intravenous system, to provide front line infantry a continuous source of medication in the field like painkillers or preventive drugs for chemical weapon protection. They could be useful for any number of projects if combined but when you add in whatever was stolen from the other companies..."
He found a skylight above a storage area and drew his beam torch from his belt. With a quick adjustment it produced a small cutting flame that he used to burn around the frame of one of the glass panes, making it easy to lift out. Another coil of cable from his belt provided a safe method of descent into the warehouse.
"The officer was hit with a form of colourised light designed to provoke a specific emotional reaction, drawing memories to the surface and making them feel like they were happening in the present. During the war I'd seen several such devices used by the Nazis in occupied France on civilian targets. A sick combination of a field test and an excuse to crack down on 'agitators' who were only reacting to the fear these weapons brought out of them. The Squadron and I destroyed the unit using them and their supplies but we never found the man responsible for creating them."
Ivan Shark and his daughter Fury never claimed responsibility, nor did several other of the usual rogues Midnight dealt with, which was unusual given the pride they took in their inventions any other time. As Midnight lowered himself into the warehouse he activated his night vision and searched the general area, instructing Batgirl on the emergency switch on the goggles.
"Hit that switch if you find anything. We could search quicker if we split up but at the same time we shouldn't engage until the other has been notified. and be careful if anymore of those strobes go of. The goggles protect you but anyone else is a potential danger."
Tempus got back to the follow up project at his worktable, having covered himself in employee overalls and a Wayne applied sciences work cap. A receiver nearby picked up some ambient sounds in the warehouse notifying him of intruders, causing him to break into a grin. Some of Gotham's infamous heroes or villains at work no doubt, providing more guinea pigs for his latest designs. For now he merely continued to work, playing possum for anyone looking to try and sneak up on him.
Midnight found a row of six metal pods hooked up to a small generator and a teletype machine. A quick check of the printouts made for some concerning discoveries. The pods were sealed with a specific input required to open them, tampering would seemingly cause dangerous feedback. More disturbingly whatever was inside the pods required both mechanical and biological care. Surely there couldn't be living things locked up in them?
ooc: Left you some room to confront the villain if you like. Otherwise PM me and we can plan alternates.
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