10809/Tomorrow's Promises Never Die

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Tomorrow's Promises Never Die
Date of Scene: 18 April 2022
Location: Sheldon Park - Bleake Island
Synopsis: Batgirl discoveres a laundering scheme with a gut feeling there's more to it than that.
Cast of Characters: Felicia Hardy, Barbara Gordon




Felicia Hardy has posed:
    Gotham City rain is something that should be captured in a novel, a movie or a song would never do it justice, it's too melancholic and yet joyful, a hint of nature in a place domnated by men. The worst kinds of men. The ones that are more than willing to bite, scratch, claw, and worse to get their desires, and dreams. The rain is somehow a curtain obscuring these vile eyes, and encouraging the hope that this city might in fact be the first to wash away in the storms.

    William looks up from the security of a small brick recessed doorway into the miserable rainfall, past the filthy orange street lamp, and frowns with these thoughts in his head.

    William is a thin man, with thinner ambitions, and as such, he was easy to manipulate. An accountant that looks like an engineer, pocket protectors, thin black pants with a thin sports coat over his tiny frame, and a brief case heald up over his head as he steps into the downpour.

    Mumbling to himself as he walks from the office down to the sidewalk and a small burgandy car parked there. Fumbling for his keys while keeping the briefcase over his head he drops them into the space between the curb and the car and groans a curse before dropping to his knees to fish his keys.

    This is not William's night. . .

Barbara Gordon has posed:
BAtgirl was out and about tonight. Her personal Batmobile was on patrol in a nearby area, while Babs herself stands on the edge of a building and stares down at the street below. She doesn't mind the rain, especially in her armored suit. Her cape sheds most of the water, while her cowl blocks it off her face for the most part.

She has her eyes down upon a screen in her hands, watching the readout as a bat-drone sweeps through the air over the streetways.

Her cape whips in the wind behind her as it sheds rain from the spring storm. She puts one armored boot up on to the ledge of the building where she tips her toes forward and backward, not yet drawn to the man who dropped his keys...

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    The screen in Barbara's hand is more tech than William has delt with in his criminal life, as short as it is, and as such, he doesn't even think to look up. New enough to Gotham City, the accountant doesn't know to look for the bats though he's heard of them. He doesn't live in a bubble, he simply assumes he's not in a position lucrative enough to worry about it.

    William fishes his keys off the ground and unlocks the car with a key in the door, and then he quickly climbs into the passenger seat. The brief case is set to rest on the dashboard as he twists to reach behind the front seats into the back while unaware of the tech scanning his papers in the briefcase.

    It wont take Batgirl, or her tech, long to decipher what is a ledger, or at least a handwritten and hand edited ledger with many MANY big names on the sides next to many MANY big numbers.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
The bat-shaped drone just hovers over the man's car now after picking up something curious within the case. The earpiece in Babs' right ear is feeding her information from the Oracle AI system that monitors the Watchtower when she's not there. It tells her all she needs to know for her to drop a tracker on the roof of the car the man is inside.

"Keep a watch on this one." She tells the Oracle system.

She glances at the reading that comes from her personal Batmobile as it is just one street over moving at a slowish clip through one of the alleyways. A homeless man throws his bottle of 'something' at the car, but it just bounces off and splashes the man instead, which has him shouting after the vehicle!

Babs just sweeps the drone back up in to the sky away from the man's windshield moments before he turns back around.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    William's shoulders crunch against the top of the roof with a thud, his phone began to ring and the name 'unknown' flashes across the screen as he turns at the sound and yelps with concern. Fumbling again to get the phone up he swipes on the face and frowns as he moves it to his ear.

    "H-hello?" He asks, his voice wavering and sweat beading on his brow.
    "Yeah. I have it."
    "No, it wont be a problem. Wh-Where do you wan-"
    "Hu-huh."
    "No that's not necessar-"

    Then he slowly pulls his phone away from the screen and looks at it, a fright crossing his face before he swallows and then starts to move to his driver seat and with a complaint the car gets started.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
The device that Babs dropped on the man's car attaches itself to his roof, and activates its listening device. It allows her to hear inside the cab. She raises her green eyes up and peers over her handheld device to stare at his car as he starts to talk, then starts the car's engine.

She looks back down toward the device in her hand and as her Batmobile comes toward this city block she pauses it and has it idle in the side alley ahead of the man's car.

"Oracle. Record everything he's saying."

"Of course, ma'am." The female computer voice says in response to Batgirl's request.

"I don't intend to spy on this guy long, I just want to know what he's up to. I'm tired of these money games going on with people like him. They're the reason so much corruption flows in to our city."

"Indeed, ma'am." Oracle says back.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    William, none the wiser of the impromptu bug being installed on his car, checks his mirror, turns on his lights, turns on his wipers and then pulls out into the street with a putter. No one would confuse his car for a Ferrari, but he seems to either be beyond frugal, or on a tight budget. The man meanders on the street, eventually getting it up to the speed limit before he reaches over to his briefcase to pull it down from the dash and into the passenger seat beside him.

    Pulling to a stop at a stop light he leans forward to look up again, face nearly smooshed against the glass, to see the rain again, trying to see if there's hope for a break in the weather.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
The Batmobile that belongs to Barbara is a smaller version from that of Bruce's primary. It has a cockpit style seat setup with an almost formula-1 racing style to it. Heavily armored though, the car cannot be mistaken for a normal vehicle.

Because of this, it's not great at publicly tailing someone, so Babs keeps it in the side alleys as long as she's able to.

While the man starts to drive, the Batmobile is just a beat behind him and moving down the middle alleyway between buildings.

Barbara herself? She waits for him to get a bit down the street before she steps off the building and takes to flying in the rain! Her cape stiffens as she hits the sky, rain pattering against the stiff cape now as she soars above the street.

Her three drones in the sky tonight all form up on her wings, two on either sides, and one behind her. 'Mamma Bird' is not just a silly name after all!

She flies after his vehicle, while her device listens in on the cab.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    William is completely unaware of what's happening around him, he's not the sort of guy who would be the one to be chased by any of the bats. He's the money handler for someone new. Some up and commer trying to make Gotham City their own playground. This man is a small fry in a world of potato peelers.

    William reaches forward with a paper napkin and cleans his window before the light turns green and he starts to make his way down the road once again, stopping not too much further at the Gotham City Post Office. Gathering his briefcase, phone and keys once again, the briefcase acting as his umbrella, William moves out into the rain towards the post office doors.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
The drones peal off from Batgirl as they arrive at the post building. Like everything in Gotham, the old post office has a gothic styling to its exterior facade. This gives Batgirl a nice place to land, and she does so under the cover of darkness. She stands there now, amidst the gargyles poised on the edge of the building too.

The Batmobile pauses at the back of the building, an inter-section in the alleyways.

The drones begin to spread out, setting up a triangular watch pattern around the building as a whole.

"Oracle." Batgirl says. "Bring up the interior cameras inside the post office. Show me what he's up to." She says calmly as the rain continues to pound down upon her cowl covered form.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    William enters the post office and lowers his head, afraid to make eye contact with most evyerone, and his briefcase by his side. He pauses to read the room, and it's lay out, but he doesn't seem to memorize it like someone casing the place would, he's simply studying the path to take to the teller he wants to speak with.

    The cameras easily cover all the areas of the main landing and waiting area, but this late, he's lucky the building was even open.

    William steps up to a teller who was starting to close up for the night, but pauses when he spies the accountant and gives the man a knowing nod.

    The microphones barely catch their conversation, "The- guy- wanted these." William says, putting his briefcase down with a wet slap on the marble counter top.

    "Shshshshhh." The teller replies,
    "Oh, right. Sorry. I'm still new to all this, but hoping it'll pay in the en-"
    "Shhhh. Be smarter kid." The teller says tapping William on the side of the head, "Use your brain and just stay quiet and hand over what ya wanna send." The teller explains and waits for William to pass an envelop, one containing a copy of the handwritten ledger.

    "It's all there, will work like a charm. Trust me." William explains before noding and having a hand gesture from the teller tell the accountant to 'shoo'.

    "Go on kid, we're just starting."

Barbara Gordon has posed:
A wave of wind carries a buffeting roll of rain across Batgirl where she is standing upon the front of the building. Her dark cape whips out behind her left shoulder as she stares at the water proof device in her gloved hands. She watched, she listened.

"Oracle, try and dig up whatever you can on that Teller's identification. I'm curious what their story is now..." Babs says in her feminine voice. She draws in a breath before she watches Will start to leave again.

"Find out this guy's routine too. What bars he likes going to. Where he does his laundry. I'm curious if we can get to know him a bit, maybe make him talk without using any extreme measures. Right now, whatever this is, it doesn't seem t have any time sensitive needs on it, so we don't have to be overly aggressive here, I don't think. But that could change..." She mutters that last part.

"It often does, ma'am." the AI says back, which garners a smirk from Babs.

"This seems like just your usual laundering scheme so far though, but you're right. I'm sure there's more here than meets the eye."