Another man was tuned into the incident. He wasn't in a meeting at the moment, but instead deep in the recesses of a secret lab, wrists tied by wires and several varieties of wire-cutters and screw-drivers in his mouth at the moment the explosion lit up the area surrounding the Adirondak Mountains. From space, it was the briefest of flashes, but it was enough.
He zoomed, his eyes sliding away from his work and into a half-glazed state as he looked instead of from his own eyes, but through mechanical ones housed in space, His brain flew over the possibilities as his hands slowly pieced together the last few pieces of his work, and he then pulled himself away from the sophisticated work. It was going to be a new engine, but for now he needed to step back and focus on the growing problem
( ... )
Bruce's mouthpiece protects him from any effects of the fallout, closing across his face and leaving nothing immediately exposed. A thin film slips over the whiteout lenses of his cowl, and his sensors rocket wildly off the charts with an undetermined radiation. He doesn't recognize it, but he kneels down and scoops a soil sample into a vial and slips it into his utility belt.
Off to the side, first aid responders load victims into the ambulances. Batman visualizes and notes the typical markings; the Star of Life, symbols of the Red Cross, but no license plate or identifiable markings. He also notes the correct use of equipment; evidence gathering CCTVs, data recorders, and mobile data terminals, but also what seems to be military equipment. While there are military ambulances, this is not a military facility, nor are the employees military or government personnel. A closer inspection, and it appears that the body itself is more a hybrid of armored personnel carriers typical in military applications than typical vans in civilian use
( ... )
He's downloading the information about the facility at the moment of arrival. Watching from the sky as he looks down at the mess, an impassive face covering his own, which is hardened in frustration. It's nothing like Stamford, but it's enough to bring the memories of a burned school back to his mind.
As he looks down, he catches sight of black, a figure not like the others. An outlier, and he zooms in, analyzing. Batman. That was the name of the man. He frowns. Wasn't he supposed to be in Seattle?
Frustrating, but if another caped vigilante was here, it was his perogative to work with them. He swooped downward, before landing with a soft thud on the ground. It was the middle of a crater, but the waves from the destruction had compacted the dirt so hard that there was little dust as he landed.
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He zoomed, his eyes sliding away from his work and into a half-glazed state as he looked instead of from his own eyes, but through mechanical ones housed in space, His brain flew over the possibilities as his hands slowly pieced together the last few pieces of his work, and he then pulled himself away from the sophisticated work. It was going to be a new engine, but for now he needed to step back and focus on the growing problem ( ... )
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Bruce's mouthpiece protects him from any effects of the fallout, closing across his face and leaving nothing immediately exposed. A thin film slips over the whiteout lenses of his cowl, and his sensors rocket wildly off the charts with an undetermined radiation. He doesn't recognize it, but he kneels down and scoops a soil sample into a vial and slips it into his utility belt.
Off to the side, first aid responders load victims into the ambulances. Batman visualizes and notes the typical markings; the Star of Life, symbols of the Red Cross, but no license plate or identifiable markings. He also notes the correct use of equipment; evidence gathering CCTVs, data recorders, and mobile data terminals, but also what seems to be military equipment. While there are military ambulances, this is not a military facility, nor are the employees military or government personnel. A closer inspection, and it appears that the body itself is more a hybrid of armored personnel carriers typical in military applications than typical vans in civilian use ( ... )
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As he looks down, he catches sight of black, a figure not like the others. An outlier, and he zooms in, analyzing. Batman. That was the name of the man. He frowns. Wasn't he supposed to be in Seattle?
Frustrating, but if another caped vigilante was here, it was his perogative to work with them. He swooped downward, before landing with a soft thud on the ground. It was the middle of a crater, but the waves from the destruction had compacted the dirt so hard that there was little dust as he landed.
"Batman, right?"
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