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This is the left half of my Arkham Asylum holding cells.
Scarecrow: includes a locker and a fear toxin formula.
Penguin: includes a locker and an umbrella.
Mr. Freeze: includes two controls used for the process of curing Nora and Nora, concealed by a cryo-chamber with glass window.
I will post a close-up of Freeze and Nora later, as well as the final picture of the cells.
Finally, after over a year and many promises, here is my version of Arkham Asylum.
There’s no need for many explanations here in this text, because I designed an 82-page Making-of-book that explain every little step. And the best part: It’s for free.
You can find all the pages here on flickr or you can download a free PDF-version from Uploaded.to. You don’t need to create an account, just follow this LINK. It takes about 20 - 40 minutes.
Well, I hope you enjoy everything.
This build, like most of mine, was inspired by various moments in TNBA, BTAS and the Arkham series. It's not all that interesting, just a typical Joker scheme.
Anyhow, tell me what you think.
Eco-terroist Pamela Isley, better known by her alias Poison Ivy, sits on the cold concrete floor, biding her time. ”For now I shall be a seed. They can bury me in the ground, as deep as they like, but I’ll grow back. Nature always wins…”
=====Arkham City======
*He's in my head. He's still in my head, taunting me. Telling me to let go, and kill Simms... I can smell him- one of my few senses not damaged, and he smells of blood and rot. Simms' is crying... something tells me I should kill him, for thinking he knows pain like mine... No, what am I thinking? It's the drug... Got to drown it out*
Blackfire- Not even Batman could resist my pull Philip, and you are not he. You're just a sad blind man. But join me, and you can become so much more.
*Simms whimpers, he's struggling, trying to get free. He's... Pathetic. Yes. Blackfire's right. He's a pathetic, disgusting man, he deserves death... He deserves... The gun feels heavier all of a sudden*
Ten- You're right. I am just a blind man.
Blackfire- Yes.
*It'll all be over. If I just pull the trigger*
Ten- These mechanical things aren't my hands, I lost those too.
Blackfire- You would be rewarded Philip, handsomely.
*But I don't care about what's easy, or not. I'm not going to satisfy this... this devil... this snake*
Ten- Or you could kill me. Your drugs only work when you have nothing left, and *I* have faith. You'd be better off killing me. I'm a criminal after all. That's why you would want me to kill Mr Camera, isn't it? But maybe, maybe I'm just guessing, but I don't think your followers would want you murdering a defenceless blind man. A blind man with no hands to defend himself. Is that it? God knows I'm not a
threat to you, He knows.
*The gun falls to the ground. Simms sniffles some more. Snot runs down his tuxedo*
Blackfire- What are you-?
*Ten removes his hands, and walks back from Blackfire.*
Ten- Kill me. And show your followers the truth about Deacon Blackfire
*They watch all three of them. Blackfire for the first time in an eternity looks unsure of himself. Ten places a handless arm around Simms*
Ten- Get up.
Blackfire- You can't defy me Philip! I see your future! Nothing but bones, and death!
Ten- What... what else is new.
*The watchers growl. "He's a fraud!" cry some. "He's a liar!"*
Blackfire- You... You dare? You all dare?
*Blackfire picks up his gun and fires. It's empty*
Ten- You... You didn't think I'd leave it loaded, did you? I thought you'd know.
Blackfire- No.
*"He would have shot the blind man!" "Where's his honour!" "He doesn't have any power! If he did, he wouldn't need a pistol!"*
Blackfire- Lies! The Ten-Eyed Demon lies!
Ten- Tut tut Deacon, you forget the Ninth Commandment "Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour."
*Ten leaves, just as the mobs of Blackfire's followers leap from the balcony, atop of him*
Blackfire- He's the liar! I would never-
*But that was the last thing Philip heard from The Deacon, as the followers cries drowned him out. As he made his way through the labyrinth, Simms finally spoke*
Simms- You should have killed me. I would've.
Ten- Your life is not mine to take, and there are codes in place I will never break. For months, my principles have been tested. They've brought me pain, and agony. But, if I abandon those, I don't know what I'd have. I can't feel, I can't see. Those principles. My will. Those are the only things that have kept me going. Since the war, since Blackgate.
Simms- You're an idiot, then?
Ten- You tried to kill me over a photo. Tell me, who's really the idiot.
Simms- My issues are a compulsion Reardon. Yours, are just a delusion.
Ten- So you're not a religious man.
Simms- Of course not. No God would put people through this hell. No God would idly sit by while his people fought and killed each other. And, if he did, I wouldn't *want* him to exist, because he'd be an utter psycho, worse than that cultist back there.
Ten- Hm.
*Ten and Simms arrived at Elliot Heights a half hour later. Rigger and Brown were very accomodating. Rigger was quick to tell the tale of how he'd caught the Iceberg shooter all by himself. And Philip sat in a chair. He wasn't going to allow Simms words to change him. No. He was proud of who he was, and, quite frankly, he was getting rather bored of being told what to do by maniacs*
---------ONE WEEK LATER--------
====Gar's Apartment====
*After his wrongful imprisonment in Arkham Asylum, and for his bravery "rescuing" Hugo Strange from Killer Wasp, Gar was rewarded with a new home- he'd lost the other one the night his daughter was conceived. Drury was quick to help him settle in. Sitting across from his date, he couldn't help notice her unease*
Gar- I'm sorry, you seem distracted.
Shawna- Huh?
Gar- Is it Josie? I can move her if you want, it should be her bedtime anyway.
Shawna- No... No.. You have a lovely daughter, really, but-
*Here we go, Gar thought*
Gar- Is it the dogs? They're Rigger's.
Shawna- No... You, um, you don't look quite like your profile picture.
Gar- Ah. Yeah.
Shawna- What did you say the accident was? Sorry, I'm intruding.
Gar- No, not at all... Pyrotechnics exploded, nasty, real pretty, but nasty...
*Of course. This was the third date he'd had this month, and the third to leave because of his burns. Gar never insulted her ventriloquist dummy...*
Shawna- Sorry, I think I should go.
*She grabs her coat and gets up to leave, passing Drury as she leaves, puppet in hand*
Drury- Gar?
Gar- Drury.
Drury- Sorry, is this a bad time?
*Gar glances at his date, now halfway up the driveway with no signs of stopping*
Gar- Nah, couldn't be better.
Drury- Find a Foe?
Gar- Yeah.
Drury- Ah, who needs 'em! You'll find someone! I did!
Gar- And every day I question it... here, come in. Got you those beers ya like.
*Gar hands him one. A Scottish import. Drury gratefully accepts it, and takes a sip*
Gar- This isn't a social visit I take it?
Drury- Heh... How could you tell?
Gar- You're a terrible liar for one thing.
Drury- Heh, so I've been told.
*Gar swigs his beer, and smirks*
Gar- We were lucky Drury. If you weren't mayor, they'd have shipped us off already. Me. You. Miranda. Those... Talons? They're just the first sign.
Drury- ... I need you Gar.
Gar- I know. I know. I'd burn that whole stinkin' place down if I could. Place is an eyesore. Psychos everywhere.
Drury- And our friends?
Gar- They're tough Drury. Think they haven't been through worse?
Drury- You're right, but this is Ra's Al Ghul we're talking about! I... I need a new team. Now that the Misfits are... divided.
Gar- That's one way of putting it. Who have you got in mind?
*Drury moves uncomfortably in his seat*
Gar- Ah. Him. Good luck.
*Gar rubs his ribs, remembering the scars Drury returns a wry smile. Gar didn't get a lot of visitors these days, so he couldn't help but keep Drury around, just a little longer*
Gar- Hey, I shouldn't be showing you this, but the editing team put together a trailer for Billings' film. Want a look?
Drury- Isn't it a little early into production?
Gar- Don't worry, they'll fix it in post.
*So they watch it. From it's poor CGI, to Killer Croc's cry of "Truly Billings you are the greatest" and Scarecrow admitting to Billings "You win, you beautiful man, you win!" the two watch the trailer in full. When it's finished, Gar turns to Drury expectantly*
Drury- Ohhh, it's like The Room.
Gar- What, no it isn't! That film's like a parody or something isn't it?
Drury- No, no it isn't.
....
Gar- Fuck, my film's The Room...
====Diner. Metropolis East-Side====
*A young waitress walks over to the four men in the corner booth, and pours them coffee. One, is a man in his late forties, small, skinny. He's greying, and wears a pair of small half moon glasses. The next man wears a long overcoat, gloves and a round cap, which covers his peculiar skin tone and pointed ears. The third is of African decent. His hair is slicked back, and his eyes are drawn to a pair of young men fighting outside. The fourth is hunched over, he's old, dressed in what looked like a silk dressing gown. The last towers over the first. He, like the waitress is a Spanish immigrant of some description*
Waitress- Can I get you anything to eat sirs?
*The small man looks at his cohorts. " Caesar salad. No dressing. No bacon please."*
*The others order the house special: Soup and a steak sandwich. The big man turns to the waitress and uncharacteristically smiles, talking with her in Spanish. She laughs, glancing at Kuttler before giggling again and walking over to the register
Kuttler- What did you say?
Bane- I said, "Best give this one that bacon He could use it"
Kuttler- I'm on the diet.
Bane- You should keep your strength up.
*His voice turns into a deep whisper*
Bane- Now, tell us about Brown.
Kuttler- *You* already know my thoughts on the matter. His type is a liability. Him, Nygma, Answer. They can't help but talk and spew clues. And, if he *does* cut a deal, there's no telling what-
Bane- Brown knows nothing about *this.*
Adam- I side with Kuttler. He knows about our existence. Is that not enough?
Sinestro- I say we're wasting time with this Cluemaster. Our priorities should lie with the Saviour Agenda and the Justice League, not "Arkham City." Let Earth's government have their fun. Why, have you seen the crime reports? All the most dangerous threats are under lock and key, and the second stringers who aren't are too afraid to step out of line out of fear of joining them. It *is* impressive.
Bane- Too impressive.
Sinestro- So long as they're not interfering with *our* plans, they can do what they please. *I'm* concerned about Flannegan.
Adam- Are you referring to that... Ratcatcher?
Sinestro- Yes I am. He flew off with one of my rings Adam, and now that lunatic is out there, using it for lord knows what.
Bane- No. Thawne said Flannegan wasn't wearing the ring.
Kuttler- You talked to Thawne? When? Why wasn't I-?
Bane- Last year. After that New Mexico... fiasko. That was Flannegan's work. And the Beast's.
Faust- It's true then. He's dead!
Kuttler- Not so loud...
Bane- I'm not so sure.
Sinestro- We'll have to make a decision shortly if we are to search for a replacement speedster.
Adam- He wouldn't like to be replaced.
Sinestro- Then the least he could do would be to attend our meetings. Where's Ocean Master?
Bane- The Amazon. Someone needed to deal with it.
*Faust finishes his coffee
Faust- Bah. Speedsters. They're overrated anyhow.
This is my BATMAN: ARKHAM KNIGHT Red Hood minifigure! I have been wanting to do a V-2 Red Hood, but I couldn't decide what to do, but when I re-discovered some refrances on my computer a little while ago, I knew I wanted to do this version. He is fully hand-painted, including the grey jacket, which features red outlining to represent the hoodie that is under it. He has armor on his arms :P, kneepads, capsules of what I can only assume hold the fear-gas antidote (on the side), straps to connect them, boots, mask filters, and a hood. I am very proud of this figure, especially the torso, and I plan to post a more detailed pic with multiple shots to show the rest of the figure. I hope you all enjoy this fig like I do! Let me know what you think in the comments, I am always looking to improve. Starconyx out.
Hello everyone,
So this is my 2nd version of Arkham City, hope you like it! I put a lot work in this, and I think it turned out great, much better than my previous Arkham City.
I uploaded this MOC a little too late, I am in the middle of a testweek at school, so that explains everything :3 Also, I just got a new room, I have 3 sisters and they all have their own house, so I switched chambers and I got a much bigger place, which is great!
Hope you like it, and please checkout the video for more detailed views!
See you next time,
Ruben
Video:
Older Arkham City Moc:
Mysterious night transfer to Arkham Asylum... Security detail on high alert... Patient extremely dangerous... Outside scene.
Car Week is full or surprises... especially when you find a Batmobile from Saudi Arabia randomly parked on a side street in Carmel.
InGame Photo-mode on PC
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Arkham series
© Flo Tucci 2012
Modelo Pablo Holzer
Ph y edición: Flo Tucci
Sfx Makeup artist: Fxworks Holzer
Makeup: Lucia Escudero Make Up
Asistencias y equipos: Jonathan Jones y Naz
Estilismo: Holzer-Garcia-Escudero-Tucci
Controversial because some players didn't like being forced to use, I actually wish I could have used it more. The Arkham Knight Batmobile transformed from super fast 'pursuit mode' to deadly (non-lethal) battle mode.
====Arkham City====
*Cages. They're keeping us in cages. God, it's like the Asylum. But it's worse than that. Me and Len were separated from Blake. They put him somewhere secure, Julian too. Us? We were put in with Condiment King. Len isn't too pleased about that. They've been releasing people in groups of ten or so. I suppose it's to avoid huge riots. Most of the A-List are in there somewhere. Scarecrow. The Penguin. The Joker too undoubtedly, but no one's seen him. Sometimes Lock-Up and the guards take one of us out the cells. They arm us. Then they beat us. They give us guns and they don't even see us as a threat. The conditions... Mitch has thrown up twice already. It must be weeks since Day. Longer maybe, I don't know. I'm starving. All we get is a couple of cereal bars and a bottle of water a day. The door opens. There's six guards and-*
Len- You pricks! You fucking-!
Guard- Shut it inmate. You got yourselves a new bunkmate.
Chuck- Please, we've barely got enough water for the three of us-
Guard- It's a good job you won't be here for long then. Insertion is in two hours. Don't kill each other before then.
*Oh hell... It's Ten. Drury's Blackgate cellmate*
Ten- Where... where am I?
Chuck- Ten! It's Chuck! I... how did they get you?
Ten- Said they.... said they just needed to talk. Didn't think much of it. Then they threw a bag over my head. I didn't fight in Iraq for this. I didn't lose my sight or my hands for this.
Len- Nazis. The lot of them.
Chuck- Can we blame them? They're scared.
Mayo- I'm scared.
Chuck- They thought they were safe, that we were safe. Then Jules attacked the city. If The Calendar Man can do that, who else can?
Len- They're waiting on us. Outside. Every single villain in Gotham just waiting for a chance to kill and rape the weak.
*Mayo vomits again*
Len- Get a grip of yourself Mayo. Fuck it all. Who's supposed to pay for my bar? Is it just going to shut down?
Ten- There are worse things to worry about.
Len- For you maybe. But that bar was everything to me.
====Butchinsky's====
*Len may be gone, but we've kept the bar running in honour of him. Miranda's in and out due to work, and Gar often brings Josie with him. We've left Cammy with Simon tonight. It needs to be just the three of us tonight. I pour out the glasses and lie them out on the counter. We wear our costumes in his honour. The door rings, and Chancer enters*
Drury- Chancer-?
Chancer- Hey Drury.
*He takes one of the glasses and gulps it down in seconds, then he wipes his mouth*
Chancer- Sorry, you expecting someone?
Drury- Yeah. Sorry. It's just something we've been doing lately. Me, Gar and Miranda that is.
Chancer- Ah, like a memorial service?
Drury- Yeah. Kinda I guess.
Chancer- Well I won't be staying.
Drury- Chancer- Monty. Do you *want* to stay?
*He smiles. Then sits back down*
Chancer- I could do with another drink, sure.
*I nod, and pour him one*
Drury- That one's for when the others get here, ok?
Chancer- Course. Of course.
*Monty and I sit together in silence for a bit. It hasn't just been the two of us in years, not since he, y'know, tried killing me*
Drury- How are you?
Chancer- Fine. Fine. I found a dollar outside.
Drury- Hmm.
*After a while Miranda comes in. She's tired. We both are. We hug, and sit together*
Miranda- What's he doing here?
Drury- He's lonely. All his friends are locked up.
Miranda- All our friends are too. ... They got Meghan.
*I hold her hand*
Drury- Dragonfly? Aw no.
Miranda- Yeah... One of these days it's going to be us, and I think that maybe it'll be better, because we'll have them.
Drury- Yeah. Yeah maybe. Did... Did you get the promotion?
*She shakes her head*
Miranda- No. No, they didn't want the attention, promoting a C-Lister after all... this
Drury- That's... that's too bad. Who needs them anyway. Besides, you're not a C-Lister. You're at the very least a B-Lister
Miranda- Drury...
Drury- No, no, to me you're an A-Lister, who cares what they say. You're great!
*She smiles. It always gets me when she smiles. Monty sighs as we hug again. Then the door opens*
Gar- Rigger's gone.
...
*We all look at him, giving silent condolences. I get up from the booth and distribute the drinks. Gar is the first to speak, clutching the glass in his hand*
Gar- To everyone who ain't here.
*We all nod*
Drury- To Ten.
Gar- To Rigger.
Miranda- To Meghan.
Chancer- To Chuck.
*We all drink, and I turn to Miranda*
Drury- To Len. Who, without him, and without his dreams we would never have met.
====
*It's like a walk of shame. There's a mile walk from the cells, and as we move, other prisoners scream at us. Above, I catch a glance at the warden- Lock-Up. Like a principal or something watching naughty kids. The guards continue to ruffle us up. Then we're thrown in another small space, the doors close behind us. There's a few other people in here with us. Dragonfly, Firebug, Two-Face even it looks like, and another guy I didn't know, but he's quick to introduce himself as Aaron Black. This is it*
Mayo- No more small spaces, no more small spaces
Len- Keep your pants on for crying out loud.
*The doors begin to whir. Lights flash on and off as the gears grind and we're welcomed into a world of death and chaos. Len is grabbed almost instantly by people in penguin suits. Ten stumbles his way through the welcoming committee, while Mayo scales a nearby fire escape. I'm not going down like this. I'm not going to die here for crimes I didn't commit. For once in my life, I'm going to fight. I'm going to fight for my friends, and I'm going to fight for Charlie. Bring it on*
Inmate- You're dead Brown!
Inmate 2- I've been waiting for this!
Chuck- Kite-Man. Hell Yeah.
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Last year, I built a batcave (www.flickr.com/photos/sasklegousers/7686658006/in/set-721...). This year, I've decided to go the other route, and create a string of Arkham cells.
Each cell is modular and can be changed, though they are all pretty much the same.
I wanted a more comic-styled logo for the base, which tunred out not to be the easiest thng to do.
... and I'm back. Here's a first look at the Batsuit from the upcoming Batman: Arkham Knight. The trailer is fantastic, the Batsuit looks fantastic and I can't wait.
The two little white lines mark the end of the torso and the start of the belt.
based on this image: imageslgmr.lazygamer.netdna-cdn.com/2014/03/Arkham-Knight...
enjoy, C&C welcome
PS. there will probably be an update to this design closer to the release date
====The Iceberg Lounge====
The bartender is leaving just as we arrive. Though he avoids my gaze, his muttering confirms our suspicions. Penguin *is* upstairs. The marksmen up on the balcony open fire. Their mistake. Since Needham last fired at me, I have upgraded my armour to contain a cold field, stopping their bullets in their tracks. Leonard Snart isn't as useless as I had once thought. Sionis' men return fire, and eventually, the marksmen fall. I break open the front door, revealing the bar, now almost completely empty- there are four men around us, and guarding the office are Penguin's two bodyguards. I deliver them a warning.
"We are here for The Penguin. If you resist, or try to protect him, you will be eliminated."
"Please resist," Zsasz murmurs behind me. He licks his knife clean of blood. His own. The animal has already made two new tally marks on his skin.
The Kabuki don't listen. Their loyalty to the Penguin precedes any survival instincts they might have. Claws retract from their hands, and they run at us. They move fast. Already four of Black Mask's men are dead. Five. Six. Seven. One attempts to slash my armour. I catch it's hand. Then, I remove my glove, and wrap my bare fist around it's throat, bestowing upon it an icy burn. It falls to the ground, and the connections between head and neck severs. Brown is struggling with the other one. Sionis insisted he be brought along. No doubt hoping he may be killed in the crossfire. A liability. The animal, Zsasz, slays the second twin. A knife through the jugular. He adds another tally to his arm. He kills only for sport.
"You didn't have to-" Brown grimaces. I ignore him, having now observed a brown substance on the ground. Kite-Man could never understand. There are few extremes I will not cross when *her* life hangs in the balance. If Sionis doesn't keep his promise, rest assured he would suffer a similar fate as Penguin's muscle.
=====Gotham City====
Head's all... Where... I hear a motor. I'm in a car? How... How did I get in a-
Gar- Josie!
"Oh how the turn tables"
No. Not Josie. Joker. He's driving the car. And I'm... I'm in the backseat, tied up, I think.
"Y'know, I haven't had children myself- if you've met Harley, you'll know why haha! But I don't *think* they're supposed to do that."
What's he... Of course. Josie blew up those cops. With her... powers? She has powers... Guess she inherited more from Claire than just the red hair.
Gar- They're... They're not
"Didn't think so! Seems you've spawned the Anti-Christ! Funny, I always imagined that'd be me."
Spinning... What am I wearing?
Gar- Rigger's... The dogs... Where are they?
"Oh no, they're dead. Burnt to a crisp. Lovely little Korean barbeque that was."
Gar- Murdering-!
"I'm joking! Course I'm joking! What, you think I'd kill something without an audience? And dogs of all things? You sir, insult me. ... Now, do you like my papoose?"
He's got her sat beside him... I have to... Wait. I'm wearing the suit again, aren't I? Shit. Josie's giggling, for now at least. Just think happy thoughts, Gar. Think happy- We've arrived. Wherever this is. He's touching my face.
"Just you sit tight, Handsome, I just need to pick up a few things, change my clothes- you get it. They're covered in blood, piss and a just little bit of bile. Funnily enough, none of it's the baby's!"
Maybe... Maybe I'll just lie down a little longer.
====Penguin's Office=====
Her name was Doctor Grace Balin. During my tenure at Gothcorp, I had few friends. My coworkers had written me off as awkward. The truth was that I was simply focused. Devoted. With the death of my mother I became more determined to continue my research into cryogenics. Doctor Balin was different. Meeting during an arctic research expedition- her field was on marine life, we fellow outcasts grew close.
She was confined to a wheelchair herself, and though she told others it didn't bother her, I knew deep down that it did. She helped me through my pain, and I her's. And though I disapproved of her social circle (Her boyfriend, Gaige, was rude and short tempered, and his friends were equally impolite), I was able to see past it, once she introduced me to my wife. My Nora. Now, Doctor Balin is but a puppet for the Penguin. Orca. Kept in a shark tank for his amusement. In an attempt to slow us down, Cobblepot has unleashed her on us. And, now, regrettably, she stands between Nora and I. She fights without any rhyme or reason, tearing the office apart in a series of furious attacks. I end her suffering quickly, encasing her in ice. She's still alive. A mercy I rarely give. As the remainder of Sionis' men regain consciousness, I see it again, on the ground. Clay.
"Look who I found!"
Zsasz has returned, he's holding Cobblepot by the scruff of his neck.
Penguin- Victor... Victor... Gentlemen, perhaps we can come to an arrangement. Roman can't get you your wife back, you must realise you're hanging onto an empty promise! But I can... I *Waugh* *Waugh* I know Lyle Bolton quite well, and we might-
Freeze- Never use my wife against me.
*He freezes Penguin, and smashes him into hundreds of icy shards. One of the henchmen speaks up in protest
"I think the boss was hoping to get some licks in there."
Freeze- I believe he still can. Don't you, Hagen? Tell me, how long have you been coming here in Penguin's place?
As I suspected, the shards reform into Clayface. Hagen's just as sloppy as always.
Hagen- Oh... Since before that Zeiss mess. You... You lose snowman.
====Santa Prisca====
"Mental link established. State your names."
"Bane."
"Thaal Sinestro."
"Teth Adam."
"Felix Faust."
"Orm Marius."
"Grodd"
...
"Noah Kuttler"
Calculator shuddered. He hated having the monkey in his head, but... it was the best way for them to communicate without interference.
Bane- Good. You have news, Grodd?
Grodd- The Clown came to the set today. Murdered my proxy. How long is it going to take before we silence him, once and for all.
Bane- Until he stops being useful.
Sinestro- You mean until he is no longer simply a distraction.
Bane- I do. Kuttler, you said our agent contracted you?
Kuttler- I- Yes. He's already made contact with Hugo Strange, and The Court of Owls. They don't suspect a thing.
Bane- And is it true they're working with Ra's?
Kuttler- Apparently so, although he hasn't met with him in person *just* yet. ... He says whatever is going down, could be as soon as tomorrow.
Bane- Then we'll just have to advance our own schedule... Tell our agent, we've transferred his fee to his offshore account.
Kuttler- Will do. Sinestro, I'm sending you the coordinates of your ring now. The NVKDemon sends his regards.
Sinestro- You can thank him only once I have confirmed his story, Kuttler.
Kuttler- Naturally.
Orm- While we're all still connected, we *should* discuss the matter of Brown's replacement.
Bane- Oh, I agree...
===Uglich Cemetery. Russia===
The small graveyard is bathed in a glow of yellow light, as Sinestro lands. He passes grave after grave, before finally, he sees *it.* A monument to a thief, and a crook. The marble statue towers over the others, depicting the Electrocutioner posed triumphantly over the Scarecrow. How did it make sense, Sinestro thought, that this nobody, someone who had never cared about anyone else for much of his adult life, warranted this shrine? He looked at the plaque and frowned.
"Lester Butchinsky. Son. Husband. Hero."
The Electrocutioner a hero? No, he was just a naïve fool. Sinestro created a drill, to tear down this false idol, and beneath it, was a small container. The Calculator's intel was correct, the ring was hidden here all along. But why? To honour Butchinsky? The gall.
Otis Flannegan had possessed *his* ring, he'd weilded the full power of the Sinestro Corps and... he had just thrown it away. What a waste. He picked up the yellow ring, and held it to his Lantern, recharging it, and reciting his oath. And fully charged, he sent it on it's way.
"Fly away, little ring, and find yourself a worthy addition to my Corps."