5:20pm - Rush Hour

[lastchancetorun]

Today is not a good day to be taking the rail through Gotham. At least, not at this particular rail station.

Wayne Central. Great station. All done up nice and pretty since the 'incidents'.

Four lockers.

Four trash cans.

Two Benches.

Each of these items contains within it one of these lovely devices. They work on a timer, and when that

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[knight_so_dark]

As the cops prepare to enter the building, Batman finds one of the gas bombs. It does not seem to hold explosives at first glance, but he scans it carefully with his cowl before touching it. He had sworn never to use the cellphones in Gotham without regard to rights or privacy again, but smaller applications of the same theory using supersonic pulses were fair game in his book.

...The drawbacks of the technology become plain as someone's already-terrified dog begins howling for its life. Well, fortunately stealth is hardly his problem here.

No bombs, and a fairly simple triggering device. He deactivates and finds another. And another. Gradually the gas starts clearing, and he takes a moment to examine the device in his hands more closely, looking for clues.

The device is clean of fingerprints, but its batteries are not. He leaves the device on its back with the battery case open. Gordon will understand, and if there are fingerprints on these batteries, there will be prints on the others.

And then, everyone will understand when Batman delivers the suspect.

[commissioner_jg]

Once inside, Gordon moves quickly and swiftly through the crowds at the head of a corp of officers all wearing gas masks, weapons drawn. There is also a Haz-Mat crew working their way through the building, combing each floor for anything that might have set the poisonous gas loose. Most of the civilians have been ushered to the exterior of station, but 'most' in this case doesn't even begin to cover the mayhem a rush hour crowd infected with the dangerous toxin is capable of. Jim had not experienced the effects of the gas when it had been first released in the Narrows, so he can only imagine what everyone else, the innocent people on their way home, must be going through, what nightmares have come to life for them.

Despite the panic and rush of bodies and the random gunshots - one of his men's or a civilian's? - Gordon can make out two other figures running into the thick of the danger, two people keeping low, trying to remain out of sight. He first caught a glimpse of them from the second tier, looking down over a railing into the massive expanse of the gilded lobby. It was only a brief moment of recognition, a slight thought making the tiniest of appearances in the back of his mind, 'There's something else at work here.' But as soon as it had come, it had passed.

"Commissioner!" A sergeant in a black gas mask calls out of breath as he runs toward Gordon. "They found something!"
Jim follows him to a locker room two floors down, in the basement of the station. The sergeant leads him to an opened locker where there rests a small object that on first glance appears to be a golf ball, but once he's close enough Gordon can easily see that it's some other kind of device.
"This must be what was used to release the toxin," he shouts through his own gas mask. He picks it up and sure enough it is obviously a timing mechanism.

Then it hits him, when he sees the batteries lying on the bottom of the locker. And out of the corner of his eye he can almost swear he sees a shadow move.

"I want the rest of the building searched for devices exactly like this!" he says to the other officers who have assembled in the basement just outside the locker room. "Look everywhere, lockers, trashcans, empty boxes, and when you find one take out the batteries and seal them in evidence bags. I want these fingerprinted immediately!"
"You think these might lead us to a suspect?" a young officer asks as Gordon hands him the device.
"Call it a hunch."

As the others rush back into the locker room or up the stairs to the lobby and the floors above, Gordon takes a moment in the dark basement stairwell, silently thanking the Batman. 'We'll have the perp in our custody within the night... with any luck.'

OOC Note!

[snapples_apples]

((Heya! Batmun here. Your input is requested on the IRC channel in regards to the Stark fallout from all this, if you have a moment!

Getting on is easy, just go to http://mibbit.com and up at the top you will see a field that says IRC: Mibbit IRC. Change this to Darkmyst [it is not alphabetical because...we don't understand why it is not alphabetical, but it's right under DALnet which is easier to find]. Change the nick to whatever you'd like, and the channel to #thenarrows and lo, success!))

Re: OOC Note!

[commissioner_jg]

((Um, sure, haha. I'm still really new and am not entirely sure what that entails, but I guess I can figure it out.

Also, I posted sometime recently in this community, but I wasn't sure whether I should tag [info]knight_so_dark or anyone really before they replied. How does tagging work? Is it like an invitation, or something that gets added along the way?

Sorry for being such a n00b.

And the post I made is open for any replies from Batman/mun, if you're so inclined.))