Definitely Not The Matrix
Who: Lex Luthor, Tony Stark, Superman/Clark Kent, Jimmy Olsen, Bart Allen, Alex Dawes, Jarvis
What: Everyone vs. the machines, Round Two
Where: LexCorp
"There we go," Lex said, lowering the portable rocket launcher and dusting his hands off with satisfaction. "I knew the doors in the lobby couldn't stand up to an anti-aircraft missile." He turned to look behind him, where Tony Stark and Alex Dawes were standing, both looking unimpressed.
"All right, start helping me move the equipment into the lobby," he said, picking up the edge of one the computer monitors. "Unless the virus controlling my AI has been moving things around somehow, the lobby shouldn't have any defenses. I think it's as far as we're going to get inside the building and still be able to do this safely. We can hook up to the system through one of the computers down here." The LexCorp lobby was stiller than Lex had ever seen it, the steel security doors blocking out all light, besides the gaping hole in the main doors, where the rocket blast had hit.
Lex started piecing the various parts of the machine together near the computer on the receptionist's desk. The screen was still flashing a long line of binary, and Lex resisted the urge to tip it over. A crashing noise behind him made him whirl around.
"Damn it, Dawes, try not to drop the machine that's going straight into your brain."
Alex just glared at him, and Lex rolled his eyes. "Listen, I realize that you're caught right in the grips of extreme teenage rage and angst, but you're here to do a job. Namely, kill the evil computer virus and keep an eye on Bart Allen, to make sure he doesn't wander off or destroy anything important. Oh, and to never breathe a word of this to your parents. But regardless, I'm paying you three hundred dollars, so don't be a moron."
What: Everyone vs. the machines, Round Two
Where: LexCorp
"There we go," Lex said, lowering the portable rocket launcher and dusting his hands off with satisfaction. "I knew the doors in the lobby couldn't stand up to an anti-aircraft missile." He turned to look behind him, where Tony Stark and Alex Dawes were standing, both looking unimpressed.
"All right, start helping me move the equipment into the lobby," he said, picking up the edge of one the computer monitors. "Unless the virus controlling my AI has been moving things around somehow, the lobby shouldn't have any defenses. I think it's as far as we're going to get inside the building and still be able to do this safely. We can hook up to the system through one of the computers down here." The LexCorp lobby was stiller than Lex had ever seen it, the steel security doors blocking out all light, besides the gaping hole in the main doors, where the rocket blast had hit.
Lex started piecing the various parts of the machine together near the computer on the receptionist's desk. The screen was still flashing a long line of binary, and Lex resisted the urge to tip it over. A crashing noise behind him made him whirl around.
"Damn it, Dawes, try not to drop the machine that's going straight into your brain."
Alex just glared at him, and Lex rolled his eyes. "Listen, I realize that you're caught right in the grips of extreme teenage rage and angst, but you're here to do a job. Namely, kill the evil computer virus and keep an eye on Bart Allen, to make sure he doesn't wander off or destroy anything important. Oh, and to never breathe a word of this to your parents. But regardless, I'm paying you three hundred dollars, so don't be a moron."