(((JOE)))
DCU: The Batman #4: the sign of the zodiac 2/5
Gotham city airport
Amongst the no nonsense hustle and bustle of an airport Jeremy Seinfeld sits quietly waiting for a plane that will leave the airport but certainly won’t land at another and he knows it won’t. Slightly sweating for the nerves, he stares endlessly at his pocketwatch, observing the way it ticks, tocks and ticks again. 3:59 and 57 seconds.58 seconds.59 seconds
Jeremy Seinfeld: four o clock
His eyes dart to a nearby air plane that has finally begun to lift off into the air after a tiresome period of preparation
Jeremy Seinfeld: people of Gotham!!! Listen to my words!
Under the presumption that he’s just another crazy preacher, most walk by but some glance a bit
Jerry Seinfeld: listen to my words I said. I come with knowledge. No I am no preacher nor saviour no I am here to save. Save lives!
At the other side of the airport two somewhat unfocused security gaurds, sit at Some rundown airport bar, chatting endlessly and stuffing their faces. When bending to pick up his dirty napkin, a guard catches the bright blue cloth of Jerry’s tunic in the corner of his eyes
Airport security guard: Oh shit...marv “. We got a nutcase
Jerry Seinfeld: i go by many names but non of which have stuck as much as that of: the zodiac master! I see the future and it is dark. An aircraft which you’ll see has left will not make it far! Please listen to my plea for lives are on the line!
Security guard 1: get down from there. We’re not going to hurt you.
Jerry Seinfeld: that I do not doubt but the people on that plane however, you are murdering with your ignorance!!
Security guard 2: what do you know about the plane. Empty fuel tank, dodgy wing? What?!
Jerry Seinfeld: I read it
Security guard 1: read it?
Jerry Seinfeld: yes I read it! In the stars!! They tell a great many things of the future. Some things good and some things bad!
Security guard 1: cuff him marv. Could be a threat
Security guard 2: and the plane?
Security: you kidding? He’s off his head. Take no notice
Jeremy Seinfeld: you’re making a mistake! A big mistake I tell you. You’re killing them!!!
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Airport control centre
Before a crowd of untidy bulky plastic boxes known as computers, is a huge glass window, stretching all about the room. In the centre stands the leader of the operation, with one of the most important jobs in the whole building. Making sure all the planes take off....and making sure they all land. Today he might just loose that job.
Behind one of the oversized computers, sits, uncomfortably, a tall, dark haired woman of about 30. Shocked by some knew found news she rushes without hesitation to the head controllers ear where she whispers the new and disturbing news
Controller Powell:what?! No fuel? How the hell dis it leave the ground?!
The controller answers: that’s the strange thing. They’ve said it was all fuelled up when it left. It’s been in the air 140 minutes. And the fuel is almost completely gone
Controller Powell: a hole in the tank?
Controller: no but I think it’s better we work on getting it down safely
Controller powell: of course. Get security. Have them look for anything suspicious on the cameras or seen by the public. Anything
Controller: uh. Well that’s something else. They put a man in a cell for that night. He claimed to have information about the plane going down before takeoff
Controller: and it wasn’t reported! Have them fired. And have some proper detectives question the man properly but that’s not our job and we have a job to be doing so we best get to doing it. Oh and call the gcpd too...the armed gcpd
DCU: The Batman #4: the sign of the zodiac 2/5
Gotham city airport
Amongst the no nonsense hustle and bustle of an airport Jeremy Seinfeld sits quietly waiting for a plane that will leave the airport but certainly won’t land at another and he knows it won’t. Slightly sweating for the nerves, he stares endlessly at his pocketwatch, observing the way it ticks, tocks and ticks again. 3:59 and 57 seconds.58 seconds.59 seconds
Jeremy Seinfeld: four o clock
His eyes dart to a nearby air plane that has finally begun to lift off into the air after a tiresome period of preparation
Jeremy Seinfeld: people of Gotham!!! Listen to my words!
Under the presumption that he’s just another crazy preacher, most walk by but some glance a bit
Jerry Seinfeld: listen to my words I said. I come with knowledge. No I am no preacher nor saviour no I am here to save. Save lives!
At the other side of the airport two somewhat unfocused security gaurds, sit at Some rundown airport bar, chatting endlessly and stuffing their faces. When bending to pick up his dirty napkin, a guard catches the bright blue cloth of Jerry’s tunic in the corner of his eyes
Airport security guard: Oh shit...marv “. We got a nutcase
Jerry Seinfeld: i go by many names but non of which have stuck as much as that of: the zodiac master! I see the future and it is dark. An aircraft which you’ll see has left will not make it far! Please listen to my plea for lives are on the line!
Security guard 1: get down from there. We’re not going to hurt you.
Jerry Seinfeld: that I do not doubt but the people on that plane however, you are murdering with your ignorance!!
Security guard 2: what do you know about the plane. Empty fuel tank, dodgy wing? What?!
Jerry Seinfeld: I read it
Security guard 1: read it?
Jerry Seinfeld: yes I read it! In the stars!! They tell a great many things of the future. Some things good and some things bad!
Security guard 1: cuff him marv. Could be a threat
Security guard 2: and the plane?
Security: you kidding? He’s off his head. Take no notice
Jeremy Seinfeld: you’re making a mistake! A big mistake I tell you. You’re killing them!!!
———————————————————
Airport control centre
Before a crowd of untidy bulky plastic boxes known as computers, is a huge glass window, stretching all about the room. In the centre stands the leader of the operation, with one of the most important jobs in the whole building. Making sure all the planes take off....and making sure they all land. Today he might just loose that job.
Behind one of the oversized computers, sits, uncomfortably, a tall, dark haired woman of about 30. Shocked by some knew found news she rushes without hesitation to the head controllers ear where she whispers the new and disturbing news
Controller Powell:what?! No fuel? How the hell dis it leave the ground?!
The controller answers: that’s the strange thing. They’ve said it was all fuelled up when it left. It’s been in the air 140 minutes. And the fuel is almost completely gone
Controller Powell: a hole in the tank?
Controller: no but I think it’s better we work on getting it down safely
Controller powell: of course. Get security. Have them look for anything suspicious on the cameras or seen by the public. Anything
Controller: uh. Well that’s something else. They put a man in a cell for that night. He claimed to have information about the plane going down before takeoff
Controller: and it wasn’t reported! Have them fired. And have some proper detectives question the man properly but that’s not our job and we have a job to be doing so we best get to doing it. Oh and call the gcpd too...the armed gcpd