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Qira Quest	After a night of beating up drug dealers with an unlikely accomplice, Qira heads back to her home. It takes time, she's on foot and even with her enhancements, there's only so quickly that she can run. She heads into the swamp at the outskirts of the city, picking her way through the muck and mire towards a rundown-looking building that looks like it was once an ecolab meant for studying the swamp and different effects on it. Hasn't been in use for years, at least not for that purpose. She enters a code at the keypad next to the door, a soft beep and flash of green allowing her entrance. The inside gives a distinctly different impression. Extremely clean, there's a decontamination room between the entryway and the rest of the lab. Sterile, there's a stainless steel lab table in the middle of the room, medical grade equipment around it, computers along the wall. Tossing the pack full of money at the entryway, Qira moves through the decontamination area, undergoing the process before moving into the lab itself. She pulls out a thumbdrive from her pocket and blows out a breath. "Time to see if this will lead anywhere."
Bruce Wayne	A clean, hidden place in the Gotham swampland. Most of Gotham was built on a swamp, and these were the remnants of the primeval place of darkness and decay that was this spot before Solomon Wayne and Cyrus Pinkney built their fortress against godlessness. The darkness was still there, of course, except now it lurked beneath the surface. Far more insidious than a gnarled tree or still, fetid water. It had seeped into the very bones of the earth. It's when Qira speaks that she'll sense a presence. It's as though he had been there all along, and only now was wordlessly allowing himself to be perceived. He stands there in the lab, inhabiting no darkness yet still drawing shadow to himself. His eyes narrowed behind the cowl he wears, jaw set in a stark line.
Qira Quest	"I've been expecting you. Go ahead and get the yelling done, I have work to do," Qira turns to look at him, unsmiling, but also unafraid. She moves towards the bank of computers and flips on the third one, turning to watch Batman as she waits for it to boot up. "If you're surprised that I'm still here and still doing exactly what I told you I was going to, you shouldn't be." She plugs the thumbdrive into a usb port and clicks through the programs to start decrypting the information. "I told you I'm not leaving until I find out what was done to me, by who, and why." She frowns, tapping at the keyboard, running a few algorithms. As information starts to pour in, she lets out a relieved breath and turns away towards him.
Bruce Wayne	"I don't have any interest in yelling at you," the Bat intones flatly, "You're neither my problem nor my responsibility. You made it clear you're not leaving, so the solution becomes solving this pet mystery of yours. Despite what you may think and what pride might dictate, I am better equipped for this than you. You don't want my money? Fine. But you'll want my resources and my knowledge." He takes a step further towards the middle of the room, regarding it in silence for a moment. "And the first step is to examine this place and hope you haven't contaminated it."
Qira Quest	"Well, given that I woke up here about four months ago, good luck with that. Whatever was done here was done while I was present, if not aware." Qira motions towards the other computers, "Feel free to take a crack at it. They're all operable, though I have no idea how this place is still connected to any sort of electrical grid. It's not like I've been getting any bills." She looks back to her screen and frowns. "There are some programs on that first computer that seem like they might be related to whatever was being done here, I'm not a geneticist but I recognize some of the software. It was all code-locked, so I didn't bother messing with it. I'm a fast learner, but my cracking skills are still pretty rudimentary." Qira lets out a breath, "I've been focusing on trying to find out who in the city might have been poking at genetic tampering over the last four years. I thought I had a lead with Black Mask, but it turned out he wasn't even aware of the equipment that had been being stored in his warehouse. Someone hijacked it without him noticing."
Bruce Wayne	Permission granted, the Bat swiftly begins to take action. The first thing he does is move to the computer, removing a rectangular device from his belt and connecting it to one of the ports. It blinks red for a moment before turning to a solid green, at which point he moves away and leaves it to copy the contents of the computers to the Bat-Computer via a wireless connection. He regards the room through the lenses of his cowl, taking in anything out of the ordinary that may be signs of people who had worked here that weren't Qira. Hair follicles, fingerprints, skin flakes. Should he find them, he sets about gathering them in miniature Mylar bags which are secured within his belt. "What else?"
Qira Quest	The only evidence of occupancy that Batman will find is Qira's. In fact, it's almost suspiciously clean of any sort of prints, hair, skin, or ANYTHING suggesting anyone but her was here. Not many could effect that sort of sterile living. Should help in weeding out the list of possible villains. What he will notice in his scanning, however, is just how GOOD the air filtration and HVAC system is for this defunct lab. Oddly so. And modified to allow for greater levels of heat and cold than would normally be possible. Qira herself continues working at the terminal she's in front of, scanning the information that's compiled. "This can't be right... it's too obvious. It has to be faked... but all the encryption codes are right, the codes are appropriate... so either the League has been operating here for four years without your notice, or someone has access to League resources." She looks back to Batman, "Care to weigh in, oh Great Detective?"
Bruce Wayne	The evidence that Batman gathers, once he's aware of all that is left there, is Qira's. There'll be DNA testing to do later, not to mention securing that information within the Bat-Computer's servers for future reference. He's thorough, and he has very little trust to give. "Doubt it's the League. Elements of it have been active here, but I'm aware of them. Seems unlikely they'd engage in a project like this and just abandon it. You." He makes notes of the lab's curious construction, including the power situation. He immediately begins running an overview of the area, bringing one of the WayneTech satellites online to look for possible power sources nearby.
Qira Quest	"I'm inclined to agree. Given that they created me in the first place, you wouldn't think they would go to all the expense and effort of reviving and modifying me further, then just leave me out here with no orders, no purpose, no nothing." Qira frowns at the screen again, then turns back towards Batman. "Which means someone else has access to League resources. And was canny enough with that access they didn't draw notice from the League in using them." She huffs out a breath and shakes her head, "At least it narrows things down by a lot. Not many people from Gotham have ever accessed League resources, let alone be able to utilize them in a way that it goes unnoticed." Looking back to Batman, she lifts a brow, "Any theories?" Batman will find that the lab is connected to the city's power grid, but the billing for it is paid through a series of shell companies that will take some time to untangle. However, it is paid promptly each month. The same goes for the internet connection, the plumbing, all the usual 'bills' for a lab. Someone is still funding the 'project' that created the new Qira. Standing from her chair, Qira paces over to the 'break room' area with it's kitchenette. She pulls a bottle of water from the fridge and glances towards Batman with brows lifted, "Is there any information that I can provide to aid the investigation?"
Bruce Wayne	"Ra's al Ghul would like you to believe he's omniscient, but he's a man with flaws like any other," the Bat answers dismissively, still conducting his sweep of the lab, "His fixations can leave him blind to the obvious. Whoever did this knows what they're doing, but what's more impressive is that they didn't leave a trace behind." As he reviews the situation with the power, he stands motionless. When he's done, he turns his head in time for Qira to ask her question. "Yes. But not yet. Need you contactable. Also going to provide you with a secure data drop-off. All the information needs to be in the one place. Meeting to exchange clues is a waste of time."
Qira Quest	"You think Ra's is the one that monitors the usage of funds and suppliers?" Qira lets out a small snort and rough laugh, shaking her head, "That sort of 'menial task' is 'beneath someone of his great magnitude'." She turns back to the computer and frowns at the screen again, tapping a few more keys. "The lack of personal... anything... /is/ impressive, though." She sighs, "If frustrating." "I don't have any means of steady phone contact. Without access to secured lines, I use and dump burner phones." She glances over to him and lifts a sbrow, "Glad to know I'm a waste of time. Just leave the address for the drop-off, when you have questions, I'll leave the responses there." Qira starts scrolling through the information again, frowning at the purchases she's seeing. "What else do you need from me?"