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=Somewhere Over the Atlantic Ocean=
Flannegan reaches into his pocket, offering Drury a paper bag of medication. "For the come down," he explains. Drury shakes his head in silence, and Flannegan empties the packet into his mouth.
"Shame. I liked her."
"You barely knew her..." Drury sighed.
"Know what I said..." Flannegan shrugs. "We need to get our story straight. Spontaneous combustion. That ought to do it."
Drury looks back in disgust, and returns to his phone.
"I'm not happy about it either! That limey, two-toned liver monkey escaped while I was mopping up people pieces. Your fault, by the way."
"Tell me something I don't know!" Drury yells.
...
"Your pal Chuck's at Ace Chemicals," Flannegan shrugs before going back to sleep and leaving Drury frustrated and very confused.
= ACE Chemicals=
It was all true. The bodies, the disappearances, it all led back here- ACE Chemicals. Of course it was ACE Chemicals... Always would be.
Smoke billowed from the enormous chimneys. Lights flickered on and off. He should have had it shut down years ago, he thought to himself.
The first sign came two weeks ago, a bird washed up on the coast, it's feathers bleached green, it's beak contorted into a sinister smile, and burnt.
We didn't connect it to the murders at first. I mean, we all thought it was *him,* it had all his signature flair... But deep down, I knew better... If Joker was up to something, he'd have announced it weeks ago on the evening news. No, this was different. All we needed to do was run a DNA test, identify it's species, and then that's when it all clicked into place. It was a crow...
He looks at the bodies on the ground- they're hard to miss. Strange, those are Crane's men...
"Don't worry about *them*... Wastes of time, the lot of them. Couldn't teach them anything, and their grades were atrocious," a voice whispers.
"Crane! I'm here!"
A yellow eye gleamed below him. Injured though he was, there was no mistaking Scarecrow's emotionless glare
Crane- Hello Batman. You know, I was rather hoping you'd show.
"Oh, you know Bats... shine a spotlight, and he'll glide right down," a raspy voice added.
Stepping out from the shadows, Crane stumbled into the light, smiling a toothy grin. The second voice spoke again, his red suit shining in the moonlight.
"Isn't that right, Bruce?"
Batman- Harvey... Where's Brown?
Dent laughs. "You're welcome to see him, if you like. It'd be my pleasure. But first, if you would-"
He points at the utility belt clasped around his waist. Bruce scowls, holding on tight.
"No matter," Crane smirks, as a yellow tentacle rips it from his grasp and throws it off the catwalk. "Please, we've been busy, and you- you'll be wondering what exactly we've cooked up, hmm? You'll know the laboratory quite well by now. This, is the fruits of our labour," he continues, taking a glass bottle from the laden shelves. "It has a long, drawn out, chemically accurate name, but we've taken to calling it Fearless.
"Brown, Crane."
"One moment, please. Just answer me this. What is the Batman without fear? Well?
He's but a man. And what does... *society* have to fear from an ordinary man? Two-Face?"
Two-Face- 'Pleasure. See, I reckon removing that fear factor you hide behind won't do you much good. They'll all see you for what you truly are, Bats- A kid playing dress up, a coward who hides his face! Because, the truth is, the truth you hide and deny, is that everyone- everyone, is just like me, ugly- inside and out. Thanks to Crane, the whole world'll know it. The criminals will have a vaccine against an "unstoppable" myth, but the ordinary citizens out there? They get something better. Their true nature exposed. Killers like us all!
Batman scoffs. "And you, Crane? How exactly are you going to maintain your shallow reputation? You're every bit the 'coward' I am.
"Don't condescend me Batman. Not here, not ever again. I need no longer *use* fear in my crimes, no, now I've mastered it."
Batman prepares a retort, but stops himself suddenly. "Me. You said "me" Harvey."
Two-Face laughs, running his hand through what's left of his hair. "Ha! You really don't get it, do you? The great detective, stumped for clues!"
"Get. What?" Batman demands, as Scarecrow's ring forms a gurney around him, strapping him down.
"Harvey's gone, Bats, couldn't you tell?"
=====Holding Cells=====
Once he's in, Gar immediately rips off his helmet and gasps for air. He'd entered through the waste duct, the same one The Red Hood had fallen through on one end, and emerged out the other. If he wasn't certain his suit was airtight, he would never have agreed to this.
It was almost funny. They'd counted on one thing: Scarecrow would never have thought anyone could be stupid or suicidal enough to break in this way. Chuck has to be near by, the pump room, now remodeled into Scarecrow's personal torture chamber, was the most secure place in the plant.
"Jesus." Gar stepped back, it was worse than he thought... Chuck *wasn't* the first. Far from it. He places his hand on the tape recorder and presses play, Scarecrow's drawl filling the room as he peers into each cell.
"Subject's name is Paul Dekker. Dekker is an... interesting specimen. He acts on impulse on a daily basis. He follows his hippie, free spirited mantra to the letter. The effects of Fearless are minimal, the man has no shame, and that's without the drug. If he will not desist with his displays of... affection with the other inmates, then, regrettably, termination may be required."
"Come and join the party Garfield! It's going to be a blast!" Dekker calls out, raising an imaginary glass to toast him.
"Subject's name is Mitchell Mayo. When I discovered Mayo, he was dying from kidney failure, an affect of the earthquake. We nursed back him to health, and he's been with us ever since. Mayo is one of our most successful subjects. Meek, and timid, the process has allowed him to emerge from his shell, louder and more confident than before. Could there be a place for something as laughable as the Condiment King in our new world order? With mustard gas, and hot sauce that burns like acid... there just might be."
Mayo rolls around in his cell, dirt covering his face and hands. "What's wrong, Firefly? Isn't this the part where you start laughing? Your kind, always quick to giggle!"
"Subject's name is Doctor Kirk Langstom. As a fellow scientist, I've always been a fan of Dr Langstom's work, it's all rather impressive. There's been many a time at Arkham where notes have been exchanged over the disgusting bowls of porridge served in the Asylum's canteen. Of course, the jewel of his research is his Man-Bat formula... Over the years, Langstom's been able to wrestle control over the beast's animal instincts, but once Fearless was employed, that control has melted away to nothing. Four men are dead, devoured. Not unlike the effects seen in Subjects A2 and D4 (See subfiles Doctor Grace Balin and Waylon Jones)"
The Man-Bat doesn't speak, it thrashes against the glass, roaring with animalistic ferocity. Gar nods, only a little bit terrified, and continues through the cell block.
"Subject's name is Charles Brown. A late bloomer. Dent tells me Charles is quite the fighter. Fearless tells a different story. He is full of limitless potential, but he is held back by his insecurities, and his grief. Edward Nygma murdered his child, an action which spiralled Brown into depression and finally... Kite-Man. "Hell Yeah," I believe his devotees say. He's a born leader. But he wants none of it. He just wants to do his son proud, and is *more* than happy to get himself killed along the way. He's a good man, in a world where the only people who act, are not."
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"You know, I used to think you a totem of fear, it's master, but I've seen your true face now, and I'm... disappointed. You're just a puppet like the rest, aren't you, Wayne? A slave to fear, nothing."
Batman awakens to a cawing in his ear... Beside him, thousands of starved birds scream in cages.
"The chemical had an... Interesting effect on Mr Dent. It takes away limits, the mental barriers... Morality. And, Harvey Dent without morals? Well, that's just Two-Face," Scarecrow smiles, hobbling on his cane.
"And the first thing I did was melt that damn coin down and shape it into this. A silver bullet with your name on it. Let's see if *that* kills you," Two-Face continues, pulling his jacket aside to reveal his holstered pistol.
"Ironically, a little theatrical for my liking, hah. Not to mention... inaccurate. Silver bullets kill werewolves, not vampires. No. The *first* thing he did, was share your little secret, Wayne.
As you'll soon discover, this isn't just a toxin! It's a virus, carried by crows, rats, pigeons. And, like the vermin who carried the bubonic plague so many years ago, my toxin will infect millions."
Moonlight bounces off of Two-Face's blood soaked, patchworked face. "Tonight, Crane's pets will fly over those walls, infecting everyone they come into contact with- man, woman, child, and their moral inhibitions, will melt away."
Scarecrow- It's all rather amusing, to think that this is what happens when you remove fear from the equation- that fear of consequence, gone.
Two-Face- And what's left? People will do whatever they want, whenever they want, to whoever they want- theft, rape, murder, it'll all come pouring out. Everyone has those same dark thoughts you know, but now... now they're going to act on them. It'll be chaos. And then, *and* then, what'll separate them from us? Who'll be the *real* criminals?
"-I can cure them, of course, but, for a small fee. After all, what is research without a little... government funding."
Batman wrestles with his restraints. "I'll stop you."
Two-Face- But... you're in here. Heh. You can't stop those birds, no, no, no, not all of them. They'll spread across the city, and nothing will separate the innocent from the predatory.
Batman- You *know* how this ends.
"I know how it's *supposed* to end!" Scarecrow snaps back. "I've not just read the script, I've lived it, time and time again, always the same- I alter my toxins, Batman shuts me down, and I am transferred to the Asylum in a fresh body cast. Well no more! Time we broke that cycle. No more padded cells.
...
See, fear is everything, Batman. Fear is the power behind a gun. Fear is the mistress of extortion and blackmail. Fear is what drives us all, every doubt, every worry, that is *fear.* Without that, without fear, we have nothing. And that is exactly what those people will have when this night is through. Nothing."
"Hope, Crane. They'd have hope."
"You've been exchanging notes with the boyscout... Well, answer me this, Dark Knight! Tell me, do you think the bug has rescued Charles, yet?"
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"Gar..." Chuck mutters, as Lynns takes out his flamethrower and smashes through the cell door. "You shouldn't have-"
"I'm going to fix this, Brown, alright? Don't speak."
"Yeah," Chuck smirks, "Yeah... Look out!"
A green hand pulls Gar back, it's grip melting away his armour- hotter than anything he's ever seen before; his skin, exposed to his attacker, starts to boil and sizzle, the mark of Doctor Phosphorus. It's skull-like features contort into a furious scowl.
"You're going to burn for this."
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"Lynns, Bats? The serial arsonist? The mass murderer! You really love your scarred-faced fuck-ups! Heading into battle with the Firefly, when you, you cut Harvey out of the loop for far less! Drop a little Fearless in his coffee and he might just burn Gotham to ash. Not before planting one on Walker, of course."
Crane chuckles to himself. "I don't care who you are. You're just a man, after all. But indulge me, tell me, what would you do if you found the man who killed them? The coward who ended the lives of Thomas and Martha Wayne. Would you be scared? Angry? Or would you sacrifice your moral compass just that once, and end him, just like he killed them all those years ago?"
Batman takes one look at Crane, and spits up blood, defiantly.
"Your silence speaks volumes, Dark Knight. Thank you."
At this time (1983), a Class 31/4 would have been the staple motive power for the 07:40 Norwich to Birmingham New Street, so the sight of Class 47/4 47575 leaving Melton Mowbray was somewhat unexpected but recorded for the collection.
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While watching the football games today, tying some Kimball Emergers .. very small flies used to imitate midges on tailwaters like the San Juan River. Completed about 4 dozen, give or take one or two.
So here it is, my Halo 4 Cortana. You can consider this a version one for I will be experimenting with a different hair piece and making a variety of facial expressions. You all know me, I like to add style to my photos so apologies if you cannot determine her primary color which is medium blue. Cortana will be taking part in my Halo 4 showcase video :)
Bold: Rocket Raccoon (for first part), Adam Warlock (for second part).
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Come on ya twit!
Rocket had just got a call from Nova Core. He and Groot had been hand picked by some guy named Quill. They were informed to go to the fountain where Nova Core was located.
"I am Groot."
Whatta you mean yar huggin a pole ya tree hugger.
"Rocket Raccoon and... Groot?" said a man who walked out of Nova Core.
Yeah?
"You're next."
Thanks. Jeez Groot let it go!
Groot was still hugging the pole.
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"Welcome.. Rocket is it? And your companion Groot?"
At your service.
"What are you a pirate?"
You tell me.
"It says here you two have been criminals for quite some time."
"I am Groot!"
"I'm sorry?"
Nice to meet ya.
"No.. heh, no that's not my name. I just don't understand what the tree... Groot said."
He gets that a lot.
"What he say?"
He objects.
"Huh. Anyways, Mr. Quill is in here. It's your time to meet your employer."
Part 2
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Planet: Unknown
"Is that a guy in there?"
"That's what Peter said." said Eric.
"Eric, please shave and cut your hair. You look gross."
"Gee, thanks."
"Wait! He's emerging!"
And with that, a crack could be heard. And another. And another, until finally, yellow skin was visible.
My name, is Warlock. Adam Warlock. Please, do not be afraid.
"Hella cool man." Eric said.
Adam just looked at him.
Don't I frighten you?
Eric looked at the headmaster.
"No."
Oh.
"So, uh can we take you in?"
What for?
"Tests. Plus some douche wanted to meet you."
"Eric please."
Douche. I like then name. What is the man's surname?
"Oh, my god he actually is serious. *Ahem* Quill is the last name."
Douche Quill. I would like to meet him.
"And that you shall."
Eric smiled. He liked being apart of the team and completely dissing Quill. After all, the headmaster assigned him the position of NOVA.
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Wow it's been a long time since I wrote for GOTG. With 3 characters, it's hard to write. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed, I introduced 3, no 4 new characters, so there you go, only 1 more. Anyways see ya!
Anoukk (strangers 4, round 3)
“Sorry to disturb you”, I said to Anouk, who was waiting for the bus in a waiting booth. I received a phone call and went to the bus shelter where Anouk was sitting. Then you are out of the wind and you will not be bothered by ambient noise. Anouk was on her way to her internship, something with children. I asked if I could take a photo for the 100strangers project. "Yes, of course, in a few minutes my bus leaves" and immediately she took off her sunglasses and the hood of her head. I didn't mean to, I wanted a picture of the way she looked when I saw her sitting on that bench at the bus stop. And the glasses went back on her nose and she covered her head. Thank you Anouk. This is the 4th photo of my 3rd round of the 100strangers project..
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Hoy he cambiado mi modo de actuar. Ahora elijo el escenario y espero a que llegue mi próximo desconocido. Ya no recorro las calles con ansiedad en búsqueda de un rostro.
Se estaba haciendo de noche y me iba a ir a casa. Ya había perdido la esperanza por hoy. Entonces apareció Patricia. Todo fue muy fácil, muy natural. Parecía que hubiera posado toda la vida. Cuando se abría el semáforo, venía una oleada de coches y le pedía que esperásemos.
Patricia estudia bellas artes. Todavía cuando miro su retrato no puedo apartar mis ojos de esa mirada que atrapa.
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Today I changed my way of acting. Now choose the stage and wait to my next unknown. I do not walk the streets anxiously looking for a face.
It was getting dark and I was going to go home. I had lost hope for today. Then there was Patricia. Everything was very easy, very natural. It seemed that all life had settled. When the trafic lights were green, came a wave of car and asked her to wait.
Patricia studied fine arts. Yet when I look at her picture I can not take my eyes off that look that catches.
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This picture is # 4 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the www.flickr.com/groups/100strangers
2023.07.14
Rotterdam
AIS Name EA GANNET
Typ Containerschiff
Flagge Singapore
IMO 9937476
MMSI 563179100
Rufzeichen 9V8601
Baujahr 2022
Länge 172 m
Breite 24 m
Tiefgang 8.0 m / 0.4 m / 9.4 m
Geschwindigkeit 18.2 kn
Eigengewicht 23017 Tonnen
Bruttotonnage 17011
ICAD #4 - not really a puzzle altho it was a puzzlement to keep all the strips together to sew... used my paper cutting scraps and sewing machine... had to trim it down after the shot to fit in my card holder but like Opal I love the threads
*Sionis Industries. Some things never change. Even behind prison walls, Roman Sionis' operations continue. He's working with others- Woodrue, Dekker, Snowflame perhaps, to manufacture newer and stronger drugs. He gets chemicals from Jonathan Crane, who in turn receives trucks and men. It was Sionis who arranged a meeting between Crane and Phosphorus. But that's only one part of the equation. He's getting his drugs out of Arkham somehow. Perhaps through the guards, perhaps through the catacombs below. Already two men- members of his False Face Society have been found down there. Stabbed. However he's doing it, I intend to shut him, and anyone else in Arkham City down*
Alfred- Master Bruce, I brought you some tea.
*I nod, and take a sip of freezing, lemon flavoured water*
Bruce- It's cold-!
Alfred- *Iced* tea sir. You leave your tea so long it gets cold most nights, so I thought I would avoid that wastage.
Bruce- Hm. Very considerate.
Alfred- I try sir. I try.
=== Sionis Industries ===
*They are the False Face Society, each wear a different mask to hide their identities. Most nights, when their employer is occupied, the False Facers sit down in the guard room, play cards, and share "war" stories. The newest member, The Frog, speaks first*
Frog- So what's the deal with, yknow?
Knight- No, I don't. The deal with what?
Frog- His... face.
*The other men laugh*
Robot- You must be joking.
Frog- I mean, is it... permanent?
Shark- You saying you signed up with Sionis without knowing?
Frog- So it is?
Shark- Well I sure haven't seen him take it off
Frog- So how did it happen?
Robot- How else? The Bat.
Shark- Nah. Fuck the Bat. People blame him for everything that happens in Gotham, him and The Jo-
Chicken- Don't! Don't say his name. Guy creeps me the fuck out.
Shark- Hey man, he creeps everyone the fuck out. He's the fuckin' Joker. Pass a beer will ya?
*The Knight hands the cooler over to him, taking a drink himself*
Knight- Let's get back to the mask thing. Now I'm interested.
Lizard- You ask me, he did it himself.
Robot- Oh hell no. Ain't no one that crazy.
Shark- Except the Joker
Chicken- I swear to god, say his name again.
Lizard- He's that crazy. You see that cop he brought in?
Knight- Not a cop. One of those church crazies.
Shark- Yes, I saw. The Ice Man froze his hand off. The piggy's cutting him up... Nasty.
Robot- That... that guy is crazy. Joker crazy.
Shark- You're telling me.
Frog- Who, Pyg?
Robot- Dolly-humping shithead...
Shark- Yes, Pyg.
Robot- I'll tell you who is crazier, Victor-
Zsasz- Deal me in.
Robot- ...Fries. Yeah, that's a real psycho.
Lizard- Zsasz! Sure, sit down.
*Just like that the atmosphere becomes even more tense, as Zsasz one of Black Mask's new lieutenants, sits down, stretching out a scarred hand to the cards on the table*
Knight- Don't mind me asking, but what made you sign up?
Zsasz- Black Mask admires my talents. I'm always happy to meet a fan.
...
Knight- Cool.
*Down the hall, screams echo. It's another one of *those* nights*
Sionis- Hiya buddy
*The inmate squirms, already he's missing an arm, shattered somewhere down the east corridor*
Inmate- Uhnn. Uhnn.
Sionis- I can't stay mad at you. You're armless really. Heh.
*Black Mask chuckles. Freeze sighs. Sionis' assistant, Li, gives his boss an appreciative look*
Inmate- You're... The Deacon will-
Sionis- Let me guess... He'll drag me into the tunnels like he did The Ape and The Dog?
Inmate- Not... Not him.
Sionis- Sure it was. He did the exact same thing yonks ago. You remember Li?
Li- Yes sir. I remember.
Inmate- You fool... Not... him..
Sionis- Say, have you ever seen Reservoir Dogs?
Inmate- Filth! The Deacon despises-
Sionis- Yeah, yeah, trust me, you'll love this. Freeze?
*Freeze stares at his snow globe, in it, is a woman surrounded by falling snow. It's one of the few things that melt his heart*
Freeze- I took my Nora to see that movie.
Sionis- Never would have took you for a fan.
Freeze- I wasn't. I had assumed the film was a documentary. About viaducts.
Sionis- Lovely. Freeze his ear off will you.
*Sionis clicks on a radio, smiles, and the screams continue louder than before. David Li, the Bookworm, checks his watch. It's another one of those nights*
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Today I've got another MK group ready. Another few groups of MK figs will be here soon but for now I've got this bunch here.
Kitana - Pretty simple fig here, but I didn't really have many options with her or Jade, who I've ordered parts for. Batarangs are supposed to be her fans.
(Ningago torso and legs, BW face)
Erron Black - Rootin' Tootin' Arthur Morgan was pretty easy to make, just using various parts.
(Ninjago torso and legs, LotR head)
Kung Lao - Another super simple fig just like the rest of this group, the only unique aspect about him is the painted hat.
(Ninjago torso and legs, HP head)
Saibot - I needed a fourth figure to fill up this showcase, so I just added Saibot, who is Noob's shadow. Noob is in the back with his new sickle, most of the other characters got weapons as well.
(Literally just a black figure)
That's all them for today, the order I've got coming in this week includes Raiden, Sonya Blade, Liu Kang, Johnny Cage, Jax, Baraka, Jade, Shang Tsung, Kano, Quan Chi, Sareena, and Nightwolf, sonexpect a couple more showcases soon!
4. Daylight - Poland - 16/09/2018...
Sony SLT A55V + Tamron 90.0 mm...
Cat: Close-up ...
© 2018 Zbigniew Walkiewicz...
“Sometimes I arrive just when God's ready to have somone click the shutter.” - Ansel Adams...
Cover Photo...
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La Re4/4 181 transita nei pressi di Reichenbahn al traino di una composizione di carri per il trasporto di Coils in viaggio verso l'Italia (22/5/10)
The BLS Re4/4 181 leads a southbound train near Reichenbach.
(2010-05-22)
I've been nowhere today, and done nothing except domestic chores and sort out images for an upcoming Camera Club competition. So you've got a picture of one of the naughty cakes in the fridge. Thanks T x
Info: Canon 550D, Lensbaby Composer Pro + Double Glass & macro converters. f/4, 1/80, ISO 250.
The batcave
Bruce, enticed In applying the finishing touches to a new birthday present from Lucius, hears Alfreds voice calling him and pokes his head up from behind a newly painted black jet planes sharp and slick wings
Alfred: I see you were quick with the addition of the bat logo master Bruce
Bruce: as you say Alfred. I’ve got an image to protect
Alfred: And one worth protecting it is too. The computers just picked up news that a Gotham airline plane has lost a large portion of its fuel and there’s a suspect in custody but the planes no closer to landing safely. The GCPD are there now, the radio picks up that a man named Jeremy Seinfeld is Behind it but has been apprehended. And one can only assume the control centre’s working on a landing as we speaking but i imagine there’s a better chance of that if you take the new bat-wing for a test drive and maybe save a few lives on the side
Bruce: on it Alfred I’ll take extra fuel to fill the plane up. Oh and chuck me those parachutes. Could be useful. They are black right?
Alfred chuckles: as always sir. You’ll need your cowl too.
Bruce: don’t need to remind me of that Alfred
Alfred: so you say. You might like to reconcile with Gordon too Bruce. The computer may work but I fear you don’t perhaps get the full story with this monstrous assembly of wires and scrap metal. Not to mention the man is one of the greatest friends you will ever have Bruce. In your right mind, you’d be clever not to put that to waste.
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A small interrogation room at Gotham airport
Jim Gordon, followed by Montoya, rushes into the room trying not to spill his coffee as he does. The guard sees him and opens the heavy door to a smallish white tiled room. Gordon takes a seat opposite Seinfeld and a lawyer
Gordon: are you playing a part in the hijacking of the Gotham airlines passenger plane to Sydney that left 3 hours ago
Jeremy: depends. What colour was it
Gordon: white. No ones laughing. Did you do it
Jeremy: do what? Remove the fuel tanks mid flight
Gordon: so you did?
Jeremy: no. If your wondering how I know the tanks are gone....I saw it in the stars. I’m not the sender. I’m the messenger. don’t shoot me. I’ll shoot back
Gordon scoffs But soldiers on: is that a threat
Jeremy: yes but nonetheless I’m innocent.
Gordon: do you hear yourself. Saw it in the stars? Your wasting time. It’s a big plane and Hundreds will die. Don’t do this Jerry
Jeremy: please. Call me sir
Gordon: how did you drop the fuel tanks from the ground. And in a cell too I might add. Got people on the outside? People on the plane? Did you give them the go ahead or are you just a pawn?
Jeremy: were all pawns Jimbo. Some of us are just better than others
Jim: work with me. Let’s save these lives and your sentence will be a lot shorter or maybe you won’t get one...trust me...trust me
Jeremy: won’t get one? Won’t get one...you lying trough sucking bastard. Like I’m gonna f*ckin fall for that?! I’m going down anyway. I’d rather I reached my goal in the process! Those people are dying. That’s that. But the question is will you learn from your lesson. And listen to me so that no more need to die.
Gordon: you confess
Jeremy: I confess!! I f*ckin goddamn confess! Was that ever the question!....now...will you listen jimbo
Gordon: give up on those people? No. Now help me save them because in two more hours the reserves will be finished and we won’t be able to save them
Jeremy: two hours?
He pauses for a moment then stares harshly into Gordon’s eyes, lurching slightly and through gritted teeth come the words: I’ll wait
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Within the cockpit of the so fittingly named bat-wing, Bruce follows a tracking device leading him to the airline. Luckily he owns the company that makes them so has no problem hacking the system.
He steers the jet towards the double decked hulk of an airliner and begins to mess around with a radio installed in the side of the jets interior. Eventually he manages to contact he planes pilots.
Batman: do you receive? Over
Pilot: recieving. Who is this. Over
Batman: look out of your window. Over
Pilot: the batman? We’re close to running out of fuel and can’t find anywhere close enough to land. The nearest is Gotham airport but we Other than that there’s the small possibility of farmland. Over
Batman: I bought enough extra fuel for you to make it back to Gotham airport. I’ll need access to the fuel hatch. Over
Pilot: it’s located on the bottom of the right wing but it’s too dangerous to access mid flight. Over
Batman: I’ll attempt it. After that I’ll need to get on board. There’s suspicion of there being a threat on board. In place as a back up plan. Is it possible. Over
Pilot: uh....it’s possible but tricky. Over
Batman: okay I can manage. Right now I’m going to fill up the tank. Over and out
The batwing quickly catches up with the circling aircraft. Moving at a constant speed it hovers beneath the wings as Bruce prepares auto pilot.
Once auto pilot is on he equips himself with a mouth cover to handle the strong winds and buckles himself into a parachute. After this he let’s the curved glass of the cockpit retire into the interior of the jet so that it is no longer seen. He begins to remove the panels on the bottom side of the great, white, solid wing which itself is double the size of the batwing, placing the panel carefully into the side of his cockpit. It barely fits so forced to secure it with his foot, the job is made 100 times harder for Bruce but he continues nonetheless. He begins to open the fuel hatch, lifting the fuel pipe from his cockpit and swiftly attaching the two. As he is pumping the fuel through the pipe, he spies a deadly splash of water arrive on the wing of the batwing. Within seconds, a storm ensues and Bruce knows he has to hurry up if he wants to make it onto the plane on time to miss the worst of what could be a fatal storm for not only him but the planes passengers.