Robin Investigates: Almost Got 'em
The Cryptography thingamajig followed the drone's radio waves to a spot in old Gotham. I think it was a garage looking at the map. Needless to say, we hauled ass over there. Well, after we picked up Jackie, anyway. Figured we might need some reinforcement. Besides, he hasn't had any action on this case yet. Thought he deserved it more than anyone. Tonight wouldn't be his night to shine, though. When we got to the garage, it was cleaned out sans some beer bottles and some PC towers. Also this giant industrial computer cable that caught Jackie's attention like a baby to a shiny toy.
"It's...it's so huge!"
"That's what she--"
"For god's sake Tim, he's eleven."
I think my friend's stupidity is starting to rub off on me.
"What is this? It's so weird! It's like one of those big snakes in my schoolbook, but made out of...I think this is rubber...."
"It's a computer cable, little buddy. A big industrial one."
"They make computer cables this big? What was the computer like?!"
"You're looking at it right here, smalls. ll these PC towers here were wired to this cable, and that cable was connected to the drone, I guess. She's trying to hack it. But it isn't weaponized, so what can she---
I was cut off by the sound of some liquid splashing on the floor behind me. I turn around and Steph's standing there, holding a beer bottle upside-down. There's drops coming from the drinking end of the bottle.
"It was cold, too. This bottle is still fresh. Well, as fresh as backwash gets. They left pretty recently."
"Hey, I know that label! 'Hee-nu-kun"...That's my principle's favorite drink."
"Who's favorite drink???"
"Forget about it! The point is, if they left recently, there's only one thing....Spinneret figured out we were tracking her. Don't know how, but she did. And now we're at a dead end.
"And basically, there's no way to track her again until she attacks again. And this time, she has a multimillion dollar military-grade drone. Please tell me I'm not the only one here who sees how screwed we might be?"
No you aren't, Steph. God knows what that psycho's got up her sleeve for this. And and the worst part is we can't do a damned thing about it....No! There's gotta be something that can be done, something! Wish I knew what that was, though. Still, I can't give up now. Not when Spinneret is this kind of dangerous. One man is already dead because of her. That's one man too many...
Robin Investigates: Almost Got 'em
The Cryptography thingamajig followed the drone's radio waves to a spot in old Gotham. I think it was a garage looking at the map. Needless to say, we hauled ass over there. Well, after we picked up Jackie, anyway. Figured we might need some reinforcement. Besides, he hasn't had any action on this case yet. Thought he deserved it more than anyone. Tonight wouldn't be his night to shine, though. When we got to the garage, it was cleaned out sans some beer bottles and some PC towers. Also this giant industrial computer cable that caught Jackie's attention like a baby to a shiny toy.
"It's...it's so huge!"
"That's what she--"
"For god's sake Tim, he's eleven."
I think my friend's stupidity is starting to rub off on me.
"What is this? It's so weird! It's like one of those big snakes in my schoolbook, but made out of...I think this is rubber...."
"It's a computer cable, little buddy. A big industrial one."
"They make computer cables this big? What was the computer like?!"
"You're looking at it right here, smalls. ll these PC towers here were wired to this cable, and that cable was connected to the drone, I guess. She's trying to hack it. But it isn't weaponized, so what can she---
I was cut off by the sound of some liquid splashing on the floor behind me. I turn around and Steph's standing there, holding a beer bottle upside-down. There's drops coming from the drinking end of the bottle.
"It was cold, too. This bottle is still fresh. Well, as fresh as backwash gets. They left pretty recently."
"Hey, I know that label! 'Hee-nu-kun"...That's my principle's favorite drink."
"Who's favorite drink???"
"Forget about it! The point is, if they left recently, there's only one thing....Spinneret figured out we were tracking her. Don't know how, but she did. And now we're at a dead end.
"And basically, there's no way to track her again until she attacks again. And this time, she has a multimillion dollar military-grade drone. Please tell me I'm not the only one here who sees how screwed we might be?"
No you aren't, Steph. God knows what that psycho's got up her sleeve for this. And and the worst part is we can't do a damned thing about it....No! There's gotta be something that can be done, something! Wish I knew what that was, though. Still, I can't give up now. Not when Spinneret is this kind of dangerous. One man is already dead because of her. That's one man too many...