Supremedalekdunn
Superman: Gladiator #2
Mr Fraser’s kidnapper ends up taking his victim to the outer limits of the city before deciding on a suitable location. One of Lexcorp’s old research and development labs before they had to expand and acquire a new facility. The site is still fairly well equipped to perform all manner of horrific actions against someone, as well as offering the benefit of privacy. This part of town is the old industrial district and there’s never anyone here after 9:30 pm. Much to this kidnapper’s benefit….or at least so he believes it to be.
The reality of his situation is that he’s currently having all of his actions recorded by my drones that are surveying him from a distance. Some people will no doubt question the ethics of such a matter, after all the justice system is always uncertain about using evidence which has been recorded without consent, much to most people’s surprise and or horror.
A quick scan of the facility exterior shows that even though the facility is state of the art, the fact that it has been abandoned for well over five years has allowed it to fall into considerable disrepair. Most notably the roof has collapsed in on the warehouse section of the building as well as visible signs of rust beginning to appear on the main entrance doors. It would appear Lionel had this facility built for as little money as he could spare, including the unnecessary cost of acquiring a Steel or Aluminium door. He really was a business man first and foremost and a scientist second. How often that’s overlooked given the amount of money Lexcorp now pours into Research and Development under his son’s guidance.
You’d be foolish to claim this wasn’t all in response to Clark’s appearance a few years back. After all, there’s nothing which stimulates scientific intrigue quite like witnessing the unexplainable first hand. Hell, it’s probably because of Clark’s appearance that the children of Metropolis seem to have taken such a keen interest in their studies. Attendance in almost every school has reached just shy of 95% a month, that’d be consider impossible just a couple of years ago. You can claim this is due to the Mayor’s newest policies, but this climb has been occurring well before he took office and not too long after Superman spoke about the importance of education for the young.
Who’d have figured that the big red and blue boy scout, who many go so far as to call the symbol of America, would be such a liberal.
As I narrow the distance between myself and the old facility, I take a brief glance at the live video feed from my drone that’s following the kidnapper and notice him storing Mr. Fraser in the lab’s controlled dispersal chamber. That certainly doesn’t bode well for Mr. Fraser, nor does the fact that his abductor is wearing an oxygen mask himself. Clearly this isn’t simply an abduction in the hopes of obtaining a ransom from relatives or acquaintances, but a targeted murder of Mr. Fraser.
Why? I cannot be sure. But it’s clear that the assailant intends to make his death look like an accident caused by Mr. Fraser accidentally wandering into the dispersal chamber. The proximity sensors would automatically reactivate the dormant computer systems and, in theory, disperse whatever residual gas was present in the system. At least, that’s what the authorities would assume had transpired. Fortunately, my drone tells a much different story.
“Why are you doing this? Who paid you?”
”No-one paid me. At least not yet.”
”Listen! I can pay you more! I get paid royalties because of this patent I own!”
”You mean the patent for the electrum alloy that your trust owns?”
”….How did you know about that?….Are you with the Court?”
”Court? What the hell are you talking about? I know about electrum because it’s what I’m rightfully owed.”
”Rightfully owed? Nothing in that trust belongs to you! The royalties it collects belong to me and me alone!”
”That’s not entirely true now, is it? The trust doesn’t belong to just you. It also belongs to someone else. Doesn’t it?”
”Y...Yes….it belongs to my former lab partner, Franklin Jones. He passed away two years ago.”
”And now you collect his royalties for the patent as well as your own, without any consideration for Franklin’s family? Not even for his son who recently returned from that mess we made in Kahndaq?”
”Rudy’s back here in Metropolis?”
He’s a lot closer than you think.”
”….You’re Rudy!?”
”The drink must be good if you only now recognise me.”
”You’ve changed so much since I last saw you! You’re even taller than I remember!”
”I’m also a lot poorer than the last time we saw one another Vernon. But I’m about to rectify that.”
”Rudy! What are you doing?”
”The trust is in both yours and my father’s names. To ensure that neither one of you screwed over the other you both agreed to mutual agreement clause, meaning there can be no change made without permission from both you. Then, when my father passed away it prevented any changes being made until you pass away.”
”What the hell are you talking about?”
”You probably didn’t read the fine print on your agreement. But when both you and my father are longer with us, the patent defaults to descendants.”
”But….I don’t have any children….”
”Oh, what a shame. I guess the royalties will get paid only to me.”
”This isn’t right Rudy. We both know this.”
”Nor is it right that you’ve been profiting off my dad’s hard work for the last two years whilst I’ve been forced to fight for my life on the streets! Abandoned by the very country I claimed to be protecting when I went into Kahndaq!”
….I’m sorry. If I had known….”
”You’d have done what anyone else would have done. Turned your back, and pretended that I didn’t exist.”
One kilometre and closing. Worst case scenario I’m there in four minutes. Just got to hope that Mr. Fraser can stall his kidnapper for just a little longer so I can get there to stop whatever it is he intends to do with that equipment he’s picking up.
Superman: Gladiator #2
Mr Fraser’s kidnapper ends up taking his victim to the outer limits of the city before deciding on a suitable location. One of Lexcorp’s old research and development labs before they had to expand and acquire a new facility. The site is still fairly well equipped to perform all manner of horrific actions against someone, as well as offering the benefit of privacy. This part of town is the old industrial district and there’s never anyone here after 9:30 pm. Much to this kidnapper’s benefit….or at least so he believes it to be.
The reality of his situation is that he’s currently having all of his actions recorded by my drones that are surveying him from a distance. Some people will no doubt question the ethics of such a matter, after all the justice system is always uncertain about using evidence which has been recorded without consent, much to most people’s surprise and or horror.
A quick scan of the facility exterior shows that even though the facility is state of the art, the fact that it has been abandoned for well over five years has allowed it to fall into considerable disrepair. Most notably the roof has collapsed in on the warehouse section of the building as well as visible signs of rust beginning to appear on the main entrance doors. It would appear Lionel had this facility built for as little money as he could spare, including the unnecessary cost of acquiring a Steel or Aluminium door. He really was a business man first and foremost and a scientist second. How often that’s overlooked given the amount of money Lexcorp now pours into Research and Development under his son’s guidance.
You’d be foolish to claim this wasn’t all in response to Clark’s appearance a few years back. After all, there’s nothing which stimulates scientific intrigue quite like witnessing the unexplainable first hand. Hell, it’s probably because of Clark’s appearance that the children of Metropolis seem to have taken such a keen interest in their studies. Attendance in almost every school has reached just shy of 95% a month, that’d be consider impossible just a couple of years ago. You can claim this is due to the Mayor’s newest policies, but this climb has been occurring well before he took office and not too long after Superman spoke about the importance of education for the young.
Who’d have figured that the big red and blue boy scout, who many go so far as to call the symbol of America, would be such a liberal.
As I narrow the distance between myself and the old facility, I take a brief glance at the live video feed from my drone that’s following the kidnapper and notice him storing Mr. Fraser in the lab’s controlled dispersal chamber. That certainly doesn’t bode well for Mr. Fraser, nor does the fact that his abductor is wearing an oxygen mask himself. Clearly this isn’t simply an abduction in the hopes of obtaining a ransom from relatives or acquaintances, but a targeted murder of Mr. Fraser.
Why? I cannot be sure. But it’s clear that the assailant intends to make his death look like an accident caused by Mr. Fraser accidentally wandering into the dispersal chamber. The proximity sensors would automatically reactivate the dormant computer systems and, in theory, disperse whatever residual gas was present in the system. At least, that’s what the authorities would assume had transpired. Fortunately, my drone tells a much different story.
“Why are you doing this? Who paid you?”
”No-one paid me. At least not yet.”
”Listen! I can pay you more! I get paid royalties because of this patent I own!”
”You mean the patent for the electrum alloy that your trust owns?”
”….How did you know about that?….Are you with the Court?”
”Court? What the hell are you talking about? I know about electrum because it’s what I’m rightfully owed.”
”Rightfully owed? Nothing in that trust belongs to you! The royalties it collects belong to me and me alone!”
”That’s not entirely true now, is it? The trust doesn’t belong to just you. It also belongs to someone else. Doesn’t it?”
”Y...Yes….it belongs to my former lab partner, Franklin Jones. He passed away two years ago.”
”And now you collect his royalties for the patent as well as your own, without any consideration for Franklin’s family? Not even for his son who recently returned from that mess we made in Kahndaq?”
”Rudy’s back here in Metropolis?”
He’s a lot closer than you think.”
”….You’re Rudy!?”
”The drink must be good if you only now recognise me.”
”You’ve changed so much since I last saw you! You’re even taller than I remember!”
”I’m also a lot poorer than the last time we saw one another Vernon. But I’m about to rectify that.”
”Rudy! What are you doing?”
”The trust is in both yours and my father’s names. To ensure that neither one of you screwed over the other you both agreed to mutual agreement clause, meaning there can be no change made without permission from both you. Then, when my father passed away it prevented any changes being made until you pass away.”
”What the hell are you talking about?”
”You probably didn’t read the fine print on your agreement. But when both you and my father are longer with us, the patent defaults to descendants.”
”But….I don’t have any children….”
”Oh, what a shame. I guess the royalties will get paid only to me.”
”This isn’t right Rudy. We both know this.”
”Nor is it right that you’ve been profiting off my dad’s hard work for the last two years whilst I’ve been forced to fight for my life on the streets! Abandoned by the very country I claimed to be protecting when I went into Kahndaq!”
….I’m sorry. If I had known….”
”You’d have done what anyone else would have done. Turned your back, and pretended that I didn’t exist.”
One kilometre and closing. Worst case scenario I’m there in four minutes. Just got to hope that Mr. Fraser can stall his kidnapper for just a little longer so I can get there to stop whatever it is he intends to do with that equipment he’s picking up.