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Alfred Pennyworth	Alfred has been researching the clues dropped so far and learned the following facts: -His careful notes ommitting details of science and technology were there, were seen and someone deliberately used an electronic change to add a note for the Monocaine. -An invisible hand can be seen on sight, and someone was definitely there. -The Monocaine can be aerosolized and in 1917 made a legion of UK soldiers go mad, most of whom died or had to be killed and works insanely fast. There is no known cure. -A blood sample from Impulse was delivered to the present where the technology exists to formulate an antidote but no one has yet done the work to make that happen -Every element of the security apparatus has been locked down and there is no trace of the change being made; but that change or lack thereof has been nailed down to the moment it appeared on the server where there was a single odd spike in the cooling fan which, on disasselbly has a tiny, thus far never used (at least on any known intelligence files and databases) that has still not been reverse engineered, that cooling fan is made by Mydon Inc. -Thus far, no one any leads on who is causing this, but many suspect a descendant of the Glasshlower, believed to be a bastard son of the Invisible Man (who caused so many deaths a 100 years ago)n. The building itself is well secured. It is a deceptively simple 6 story glass office building in New Jersey about 10 miles Ito the Suburbs, practically the Exurbs. There are older camera, and anyone who wasn't serious like a PI might think there were several blind spots. However, closer inspection reveals two entirely separate hidden security networks that dont even touch on the network. Each camera is really three cameras, one of which does use refurbished and thus well constructed analog tech from the 1970s, while the other uses bleeding edge nigh mil spec cameras and is very wired but uses 1200 bit encryption. It does cause a 2 minute lag from the live feed, but when combined with the analog, it makes hacking them difficult. There are no visible guards, but slow observation from a distance shows that there are guard shift changes six times a day at randomly determined intervals within a two hour window frame. No patrols on the outside are performed, but those looking through windows can see guards patrolling inside. Heat scans indicate that there are floors beneath the basement, but the building was deliberately places away from Sewer or other infrastructure. Whoever put this place together, clearly had to have years to prepare for all this and that's only what can be observed from the outside.
Talia al Ghul	They could sneak and slip their way in, but sometimes one needed to make a statement. Talia's arrangements had been for Oracle to hopefully cut off all data transmissions from the location at a specified point. Cells, wifi, hardlines, analogue. Hopefully every single way that a message could be sent out for a rather wide area if they weren't going to be sending it by carrier pigeon. Then, having looked over a blueprint of the building, Talia had gone for.. Excessive explosives. Rather than the normal placement of just moving to blast through a hole in the wall, her intent was to simply blast the side off two floors. A section which wasn't setup to have the Monocaine or controlled substances.. Her point was rather simple and to make a statement. Simply use overwhelming firepower to breach, prevent any cries for help, and sweep and neutralize the entire facility and then loot it from top to bottom. Everyone in full containment gear, stealth mode.. Talia had a full array of some of her nastier toys - at least the ones that the Waynes wouldn't call it a violation of her parole to be using. So, breach, get somewhere for Barbara to get data from, and go through the entire place and however many dozen people were inside.
Barbara Gordon	In the heart of the Gotham City Clocktower, in the dark of the Oracle Den floor, Babs stands in front of her bank of computer monitors, holding a cup of tea and watching the monitors overseeing the situation that Talia was taking part in. The monitor gleam reflects off of her black framed glasses, with locks of red hair dangling down around the black limbs that vanish in to the tied-back mess of autumnal locks. "My drones are over the building now." She says softly in to the comms. "They are observing, jamming signals, and hopefully providing you with an isolated approach, and entry. But be careful." Barbara states in a cold toned voice. She keeps a watch, her tea cup raised up to her lips for a sip, a Pip-Boy with his thumbs up emblazened on the cup's side.
Kenesha	Kenesha can do swift and silent, she can do loud and forceful. But in this case, she's running late. Analyzing data, looking for additional clues, anything that might get them a leg up this time. Prevent another Glassblower incident. So many people that died that day, such a waste of life. Still, this is what teleportation is for! Kenesha isn't late, honest! She's.. already inside! ....and late. Barbara's drones will find her inside the building, among the smoke and rubble from the explosion, ticking a two-finger salute off the brim of her hat towards one as she looks around the room, trying to orient herself against the building and waiting for Talia to join.
Alfred Pennyworth	The drones would have been noticed, but the giant explosion taking out two walls rather distracts them. Alarms are sounding. Sirens flashing, people running around in panic mode. Talia is able to find several data points that she can connect Barbara too with a link to the outside since the firewalls on this place were...bonkers without more time and preparation. KEnesha teleports into what looks like the Mail room with random communications and three offices near where she is. There is, on the plans she has seen, executive offices on this floor and the floor below but no labs on the floor plan, as those are likely under ground.
Talia al Ghul	Now there's access points over for the drones to get into the systems. The explosion is obvious, but Talia is betting on that protocols in event of a breach will be to lock don the facility and call for help. They don't want to risk gawkers in Gotham. And given how they work they need highly specialized equipment. Reinforcements can only come from affiliated groups. Talia goes to walk through the fires, entering in with two large blades in her hands, twirling them each as if she were spinning for a cheer squad. She sings in a loud, booming voice.     It's more of a chant, a war cry. The type normally accompanied by a drum beat. Echoing through the halls. A challenge. A scream. A taunt. An ancient Sumerian death cry.     Come out, come out, wherever you are..
Barbara Gordon	With her flock of Bat-drones flying around the building's airspace, Babs keeps a close watch on the facility from many angles. She watches both women entering from different points, and simply quietly observes whilst enjoying her delicious beverage... At least until the access is granted, and the information begins to scroll her computer screens. "Okay, I'm in." She states, remaining standing, her eyes flickering over the information, her neural-implant allowing her to control her computers with but a glance, and her mind... something she's been developing in-house herself since she had the implant surgically placed inside her mind several years ago. "I'm going to see if I can't copy everything from their internal network in to a side system. It shouldn't take long... Be careful, however, I'll do what I can to turn off any security systems they have in place too."
Kenesha	Mail room. While there could be some interesting information to be found there, it's not where she needs to be. Calling up the building layout, Kenesha purses up her lips. Underground. She needs an elevator shaft. Doors tend to require keycards or badges, but Kenesha is past being cautious. She boots the door open with a swift kick and starts towards where the main bank of elevators are. Time to see how far down they go. Passing by offices, common areas, she glances this way and that, keeping eyes and ears open for any security measures that might be in place. She isn't concerned with being caught, but it's always nice to know how long one has before company arrives. The elevator doors get pried open, and Kenesha looks down into the shaft. She could take the maintenance ladder.. or she could take the cables. Or she could just jump. While there's some appeal to the latter, she reaches out to the cables and starts down, letting her gloves take the brunt of the friction and heat as she starts to slide down into the darkness.
Alfred Pennyworth	Barbara finds that the firewalls are high even inside but with the direct link she does find that Talia's damage also got several pieces of hardware the system has to work around. Simple infliltration wouldnt have done it, and she begins copying but does see that the lab has an entirely seperate network that is not connected to the upper building in the files she has pulled and analyzed. The elevator doors open and she hears something snarling in them below her. As she goes down the noises get louder and her systems tell her that it is two tiger in the elevator. There are also noises coming up the stairs and except for two guards that are quickly dispatched she hears cat noises coming from the stairs.
Talia al Ghul	Talia makes for an excellent distraction when it comes to it. Her cries can be heard several floors away - any sort of soundproofing is useless with two floors worth of walls taken out. So hopefully every single individual in the building that's not completely hunkering down or in a total panic is heading towards her. Any who are are met by her with her blades. Talia's going for rapid slashes for anyone that's in her way presuming anyone does come at her. IF shot at, she goes heavily evasive, throwing out small explosive pouches filled with flechettes to handle any armor. That won't go so deep as to maim.. But that would require surgery within a short while to avoid heavy scarring. Of course, taht's presuming her tricks and traps worked the way she intended. Otherwise, her intent is simply cutting her way through anyone that comes her way. She's slashing to disable, not dismember. No removing limbs, no piercing lungs.. But she has few qualms on going for crippling strikes for any unfortunate neough to meet her at close range.
Barbara Gordon	"I'm sending you updated schematics on what to expect ahead, or where you wish to go next." Oracle states over the team comm network. "I also have access to their CCTVs, and will send them to your devices." Babs steps over to her bank of computer monitors, holding her tea cup in front of her, as she watches a bit of the scrolling code that reflects in the mirror finish of her glasses. "The Lab is on its own systems, independent of the rest of the building." She quietly adds as she continues to work through the code with her link to her computers, and with her Oracle AI systems that were designed for this very type of mission.
Kenesha	Well. That's something new and different. Tigers beind held in elevator cars. Kenesha doesn't even attempt to get into the mathematics of it, or the physics. She simply makes the leap from cables to ladder and bypasses the car entirely, squeezing past on the maintenance ladder to leave those tigers prowling and pacing while she continues down towards the labs. Once she's reached the appropriate floor, she simply teleports herself from the cables of the shaft to the other side of the doors. Risky, perhaps, she doesn't know what's on the other side. But then, she's not too worried either. There's little chance that any Earth-based animal is going to be able to hurt her, invisible or not.
Damian Wayne	Alarms screech throughout the halls. In some sections of the building the lights flicker on account of the massive damage performed to the exterior; two whole floors! The shouts of security guards echo throughout hallways, offices, and break rooms. The thump of booted feet rushing about joins with those same shouts, moving this way and that. Smoke clings and obscures, hanging thickly in some sections of the building closest to the gaping hole blown into two separate floors of the building's exterior. A pair of those guards are pushing their way carefully down a hallway near the hole in the side of the structure. The same hole that Robin had slipped through only after his mother's - Talia's - grand entrance. "I saw something move down there," one of the guards points with a free hand not holding his machine pistol. The other guard nods, wielding his little stun baton. The pair creep forward, determined to get a glimpse and bead on the woman they would swear to have seen. As the pair continue their way down the corridor and near the open doorway of a two-person office, a figure springs from the shadows and smoke. The one with the firearm is met first and a meaty crunch is heard as the Robin's brass knuckle wrapped fist collides with the jaw of the man with the weapon. It crumples him to the ground immediately, sending the uzi in his hand clattering and spinning into the dark and shadows. Robin's bright green eyes immediately shoot toward the other guard as he springs toward him with a hand dipping to belt mid-leap.
Alfred Pennyworth	Initially, the shock of the blast threw them off, but then later, Talia got a lot of free shots in due to them moving to pre postions but as she moves alnng, over half a dozen are taken out with this. She sees several office cubes knocked hither and yon as at leatst two invsiible tigers move towards her. The men are almost in position. computers are insanely secure, but not invulverable. And no match for Oracle, but She can see at least 30 guards, several on lower floors in a patciular patern that lets them snipe and provide cover fire to each other from hardened ubcles on every floor. rKenesha is able to change cars with no problem as the other elevator was going up but sudednly start going down along with the other one she is on. Almost as if the elevators had weight sensors which, not that you mention it, Barbara can see are activate, but she is able to still go down and instead teleports herself to the bottom doors and the sesnor deactivates, which makes the car go up again. Damian is the wild card here, for they were planning on two armed intruders in their current pattern. The guards near the hallway are moving to their cubicles and then are...former guards. Their retirement plan covers funeral expenses. The guard he is aiming to throw something at steps to the side and ducks for cover, expecting a batarang or grenade.
Talia al Ghul	Talia has been trained in the Tibetan Monasteries high up in the mountains. She has faced abominations older than man. She /is/ an abomination. It is part of her that she goes to embrace freely now. As she has a sense that there are beasts coming towards her now, rather htan men. Beasts means that she does not have to restrain herself. Beasts mean that she is taking these poor things that have been broken and putting them out of their misery. In another circumsance, she might revel in a fight of this sort to get blood flowing and indulge. She might let that feral, berserker side of herself let fly. Now.. Now, she must keep it held back. For she is in polite company. And she has given her word. She cannot relapse. Not.. Now. But against beasts? While she cannot enjoy herself, she does not have to restrain herself either. Flung in front of her are a series of small four sided caltrops that hit the ground over like marbles in the general direction of where the invisible animals go through the dense smoke. Rigged with small sensors atop them, when the sensors were triggered they would send micro-flechettes in every direction. Enough to make up for her inability to track them /exactly/. But hopefully to a quick end. If a messy one. One that if she lets herself fall full thrall to her bloodlust could very well be her own in a battlefield this crowded.
Damian Wayne	The man dodges aside and that does result in Robin's batarang embedding itself into the wall behind where the guard had been. Damian is no slouch however and a simple sideward dodge isn't going to hamper his assault. The League of Assassins taught him many things and among those was that you should always be prepared for a slippery opponent. Always have a follow-up. Which is why when the batarang finds empty air, Damian's weight drops and his leap turns into a roll. The roll takes him beneath the guard's swing of the stun baton. It crackles angrily overhead as the swing finds nothing but air, where it had hoped to intercept the leap of the nocturnal crimefighter. The roll turns into a slide and Robin's foot hooks the guard by the ankle, setting him off balance. A twist of the hips sends a strong kick from the floor into the side of the man's knee, causing it to buckle until he's dropped to a single knee. Robin smiles up at the man, a foot or so away, and his fist juts out. Teeth shatter beneath the glove covered brass knuckles and send the man sprawling to his back.
Alfred Pennyworth	Kenesha finds that as she opens the doors which had been somehow made impossible to teleport into, likely due to the intense magnetic shielding she only picks up on watching them to see a long silver cooridor with labels above the doors (how nice of them) that say "Cages", "Testing" "Lab" "admin" "Greenhouse" pointing to a hall down the way left and right. There is a socket to stick an item to give Barbara access if Kenesha has something that will allow her to access it. As she goes berserk, Talia is able to make short work of the tigers. They are tough, they are starving, and the are #$##-1 ARGUMENT OUT OF RANGEinvisible, but they are no match for the tactics she uses. It is a quick and merciful death from an uncharistic source. She also hears two more approaching AND four guards firing at her with uzis, apparently no more worry aobut the tigers getting hit... Damian takes out the second guard who shouts in surprise and rage. Bullet fire riddles the area but they are clearly firing much higher than he is. Because he is crouched of course....not due to his natural height. AT all.
Talia al Ghul	This is a bit much for her. Stealth to disengage isn't an option here, the tigers wil lbe able to track her. She doesn't have many things over on her that will be effective - at least, to cover such a wide area. She'es well on the back foot now, even as she goes to disengage while rooting through in her mind the network of supplies. She can't keep track of the tigers in front of her, the men shooting are easy enough.. But they'll herd the tigers towards her faster. Escape and evasion isn't going to be helpful at such close quarters.. And she has to save at least some of her explosives. Mmm, if only the men weren't in likely sealed attire, that would make this much easier. But.. She has something at least on her for such an eventuality. In her case.. she goes to rapidly fall back, getting space while throwing a small series of pellet explosives to make the men hopefully duck for cover and bait the tigers on, or make them flinch. She needs to stall for just a couple seconds to let her take out what she needs from her inventory. The men hopefully flinch or focus on suppressive fire, and the tigers hopefully don't charge forwards. But once she gets what she's after, hopefully the smoke moves enough for her to have a broad idea where the beasts are.. Then push comes to shove.. And she flings out a trio of expanding barbed nets, dagger like hooks set into them.
Damian Wayne	Never attack from the direction they expect. Which is precisely why when bullets begin slashing through the air overhead; Robin doesn't charge in the direction necessary to meat them head-on. He twists again, now to his stomach. He reaches out to pluck up the stun baton that the security guard had been wielding. The quiet squeak of his boot against the floor might be heard, but unlikely on account of all of the gunfire being sprayed down the hallway where he'd been. It's back into that two-person office - now ruined by an unfortunate explosion - and over a desk. He moves stealthily through the smoke and darkness, only the occasional flicker of hallway lights illuminating his passage for a fleeting second. He continues to move parallel to the hallway, even as a pair of smokebombs are thrown through an open door. All in the interest of drawing attention to the place that he never was, nor ever will be. While eyes are undoubtedly drown to that distinct pop as they shatter within the hallway and begin to fill an already smoky corridor with an even thicker cloud of dark, dark smoke. Through two more offices Robin moves, vaulting carefully and stealthily over or across furniture as he goes. Their walls corroded and fallen by virtue of the explosion outside, it makes for an unconventional avenue of travel for a rather dexterous runner. Like parkour, but with more stealth and violence at the end of it. By the third office Robin ceases his rush. Instead he slows and moves to a half crouch, moving toe-to-heel toward one of the open doorways. A glance from a shadowed angle finds a group of guards bearing firearms and firing into the cloud of smoke still. A deep breath in and then out, Damian slips into the corridor behind them. The corridor will benefit him more than his opponents; especially considering that they must check their fire. Plus he has the element of surprise. He rushes that the group of men from behind and shoves the first, toward the group of the group, forward. The maneuver is all in the interest of creating chaos and setting his enemies off-balance. Following that initial, violent shove; the baton is deployed. He swings quickly, aiming less for strength of impact and more for the stun device built into the rod's head connecting with exposed and unarmored portions of the men as the weapon swings about in the hands of an expert.
Alfred Pennyworth	Talias gambit almost doesnt work. But the explosives prove the edge she needs as they begin firing blindly, expecting another Bat to show up and firing wildly where the gas goes. The tigers would normally cower at the gunfire but are mad from the monocaine and one roars and leaps at her, but the other attacks the nearest guard, starving and insane with rage at the loud noises and stray bullet that hit its flank tearing him limb from linmb. The doors open and the two tigers stacked on top of each other charge out, starving and enranged. Damian has nothing to worry about being heard. The alarm klaxons and gun fire see to that. As he vaults over cheap ikea furniture and cubicle walls, no one notices him yet. Until they are disabled. The coordior is a blind spot, which is known but they arent able to flush him out yet, and are about to move into place, though two more who didnt get the memo are stunned as the two tigers that just got out of the elevator head towrads him
Talia al Ghul	SHe's able to get out of the way, which is about as much as she can hope for here. The walls are thick with blood and screams. It makes for quite the effective deterrent - and distraction. Talia pauses her progress forwards. The poor wretches were desperate, just give them time to get a snack. She pants for a few moments, catching her breath, and then going to quickly maneuver through another corridor while the others dart down to the basement to get what they're after. For now, it's keepaway while she reloads her latest group of rather nasty things from her sleeves and looks for the next group of guards to engage and eliminate.
Damian Wayne	The guards fall one after another as the stun baton and Robin goes to work. Bullets are fired; most of which impact with the ceiling and walls. Possibly even another of the guards, but it's difficult to know for certain amid the frenzied melee. Thankfully the men are wearing bullet resistant equipment. The stun baton is clutched in hand as Robin turns about, preparing to spring away and into another side office. He's frozen in place though as a pair of tigers can be heard approaching, snarling and growling as they approach down the corridor through the screen of smoke. Beneath his mask Damian's eyes widen a touch. Concern, more than surprise. Frenzied as they are though; they're still just animals. At the same time he can't just leave them to wander upon the unconscious guards, because that would be the end of them. Three batarangs are thrown, spinning end over end down the corridor. One embeds themselves within the forms of the tigers, lodging their sharpened points in fur and flesh. The third sails down the corridor between them. A gambit, of course. Throwing more than necessary to increase the likelihood of their hitting. Just as one of the tigers leaps, the batarang visible in the air: Robin dives aside. A button on his utility belt is pressed, sending high voltage electricity through the taserangs. Hopefully stunning the beasts. That button doesn't get let up until they're done moving.
Barbara Gordon	From her Oracle's Den, Barbara continues to run through the code that her network connection yields to her. Outside of the building, her drones continue to circle the complex, each one a additional data transfer system sending information back to the Gotham Clocktower. "I have the files from the facility copied to my own databanks." Oracle's voice speaks back over the comms. "I'll start to sift through it, and try and make sense of it." She tells the others. "Once we have it sorted, it should shed some light on what we're dealing with here... I hope." The last two words are muttered, as she reaches for her cup of tea once more.