The Game is Up...
The call came in late. Romy's usual partner was off getting breakfast, while half the late shift at the GCPD was deep in one bit of research or another. As usual, at first it seemed like the beat cops were just trying to foist work off on the major crimes unit. 'late at night', 'heard noises', 'saw suspicious vehicles around a theatre', etc....
But the address seemed familiar somehow. She had grabbed a newspaper, flipping til she found the life and arts - yeah, same place there was about to be some big artistic debut, lots of VIPs... just the type of thing the poisoner seemed to like.
So, now she finds herself staking out Gotham's oldest theatre, waiting for her backup to show. She confirmed the presence of the old van that was reported. She hasn't seen anyone yet, but that may just be a matter of time.
"Damn... I have a bad feeling about this one." she muses quietly.
But the address seemed familiar somehow. She had grabbed a newspaper, flipping til she found the life and arts - yeah, same place there was about to be some big artistic debut, lots of VIPs... just the type of thing the poisoner seemed to like.
So, now she finds herself staking out Gotham's oldest theatre, waiting for her backup to show. She confirmed the presence of the old van that was reported. She hasn't seen anyone yet, but that may just be a matter of time.
"Damn... I have a bad feeling about this one." she muses quietly.