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Post by alex2 on Sept 28, 2012 12:43:56 GMT -5
Alex reached the roof access of the building. Steadily grabbing the door handle, he pushed. A cold but delightful night breeze welcomed him outside. He looked around. Gotham seemed busy as heck. Bright lights, tall skyscrapers, busy roads. It was everything a major city had, really. His eyes travelled for a few seconds until his gaze fell on the giant sign atop of the skyscraper across the road. BommerTech Software. Its mirror-windows were reflecting the night lights, but Alex couldn't see any light source from the inside. The whole sight seemed way too extravagant. Everything was going according to plan. He got carried away. Anyone would. But a sharp voice brought him back. “ Dude! Are you there yet?”.Alex snapped out of it. “Yes I just got here”. The voice in his ear replied with the same tone ” Well you better hurry. According to the schedule the next shift is programmed in five minutes exactly”. Alex didn't respond. He knew what happened in shift changes. All security measures were deactivated so the previous guards can leave and the next ones can assume their designated positions. All windows were rigged and linked with the alarm system and any force applied over a certain scale will trigger the alarm, and along with the alarm a distress signal will be sent to the police department. He was ready for it. Unzipping his jacket and taking out his rest clothing, revealed the suit underneath. After that he opened the bag he was carrying pulling out the rest of his gear. His mask, night vision goggles, belt and gloves. After putting everything on he pulled his hood on as well. Adjusting his earpiece he spoke ”I am good to go”. ”No you're not. You will be, in… 3… 2… 1… GO!”Alex grabbed a rope connecting a nearby antenna to a flagpole of the software company. Breaking in by smashing a window, when everyone was gone. Cliché for a house maybe, but not as usual in a high-rise. He was going to shimmy his way across. Grabbing tightly to the rope he mumbled “Here we go…” The easy part of reaching the windows was done. Now the break in. From experience he knew that some glass panes by certain manufacturers, lazy ones in Alex's opinion, had pressure points, that if pushed simultaneously and the right force application, the pane could come off. Hanging from the rope he focused all his strenth on his arms and raised his legs and supported them to the edges of the glass panes. After refocusing strenth to the legs he heard a thick click. That was another que. Bending his waist to the back and then quickly forward he penetrated it. Alex landed on his knees and supported his weight , to break the fall to his hands. The pane who had gone off before him, was lying shattered, mostly underneath him. He sure hoped that nobody heard it. Not likely, all of the guards were gathered to the loby, many stories down. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2012 2:37:58 GMT -5
The night had been good to her. Even after several 'outings.' earlier in the week, she was now at one of her favorite spots in Gotham; a rather statuesque gargoyle. Lying on her stomach, feeting silently kicking back and forth, back and forth, she had an earbud in one ear, a small tablet and phone before her as she scanned the night sky.
It was a night with no clear cut plans, be it an encounter with Batman, or anyone, really. She'd been able to tap into the police scanner, and then flitted from here to there on a few other, well, not as well secured as they should be channels. When one or two would show a bit of promise, she'd do a bit of tapping with a claw on her tablet, and investigate. Curiosity and all that, of course. But when a bit of yammering caught her attention, she listened in a bit beyond her standard few seconds.
...something about a lobby. A few clicks, and she was able to hone in on the location, which wasn't too far away. Narrowing her eyes, she was curious. Let it pan out, or check in? Choices, choices. Smirking, Catwoman made a few more clicks, accessing a camera close by to watch, well, what exactly was going on.
Remote access was so much fun.
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Post by alex2 on Oct 4, 2012 17:21:30 GMT -5
The room in which he had entered was a large, dull, low-ceiling room full of cubicles and in each cubicle, a dozen of sketches some of them amazingly drawn while others where hastily designed. He didn't give much attention as to what they depicted but as he was walking towards the door, he caught every now and then, sketchesof logos and stuff that seemed like drafts for commercil designes. When he reached the door he slightly opened it, just so as his eye could peak for upcoming guards. None was in sight. Time to move.
"Good news. The five minutes that I bypassed security, I managed to extend it to almost twelve, so be hasty." Micah spoke to him. That was a relief for him because he could be more flexible with his time limit. " Do you have my location?" asked the Fox, a question answered positively. "Ok, good. I want you to freezeframe every camera I pass by for as long as you can, be it 1 or 2 minutes". This way Alex could move inside the facility without worrying about the control room catching a glimpse of him running up the hallways. Only when Alex got out of the room did Micah speak again " Heads up! It seems like all of the elevators are in motion. The shift change has been completed and there is one guard coming at you. Remember there is a secret room in Bommers office. There is the main server at. " Alex watched as the panel's green numbers were changing rapidly. Fox caught the guard by surprise as the doors of the elevator opened, kicking him in the face, he dropped unconcious.
Once in the elevator Micah continued "It seems that common elevators don't have access to the floor that Bommer's office is. WAIT A MINUTE... Bommer's private elevator is in motion. That's your ticket dude" "I am on it!" replied Alex to him. With a high jump he opened the hatch of the elevator and caught the ledge. After a second of pulling up he found himself in the elevator shaft looking down at an elevator moving being dragged by a different set of mechanisms than the others. Target acquired. After cat leaping from one elevator to another and ledge to ledge he landed on the moving elevator. The hatch was password protected though.
Before Micah got to say anything, Alex pulled out a knife and pulled the frame out of the panel revealing a series of wires. Pulling out a cable of his own, and after removing the isolation matterial, he attched the two metallic ends to the naked wires and the usb end to his phone. Combinations of passwords popped up and after a good 8 seconds, a pleasant sound echoed the shaft. It was officialy accessible . Mimicking the move h used at the previous door he peaked inside. Two heavily armed guards and a blonde woman was standing in the middle. The place was supposed to be empty of staff. He decided to jump in and thus he did. After falling next to the woman he ducked and kickied the guy in his knee cap and with a backflip, kicked the other guards face across the wall. The guy whose knee cap was kicked fell unconcious next to his partner after a punch to the face. The woman oddly, didn't seem scared. Instead she pulld out a gun that Alex swiftly kicked out of her hands. With a sharp and sarcastic tone she demanded to know what the deal was, accompanied with an insult not very appropriate. "Sorry, tuts, I have never hit a girl before but you had it coming" he said while psuhing her to the wall. She seemed so fragile. After the impact she fell to the floor, dazed. While Alex was searching something to tie her up with, he caughtwith the corner of his eye a camera, monitoring the elevator " Dude, did you freeze frame that?" Fox asked to his hacker. "Uhhhh...I....I dont know." he responded.
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Post by vigilant on Oct 9, 2012 0:02:45 GMT -5
Batman knew where she'd be before she'd even arrived. Call it a gut feeling. Call it mutual understanding. Call it destiny. But Batman knew, just as he somehow knew that she'd be out prowling tonight. Perhaps that's what happens when you play cat and bat for so long. You know your enemy [was she his enemy?] almost as well as you know the back of your hand. So when she laid sprawled on her stomach, feet kicking like an adolescent on a swing, he watched, biting back a grunt of satisfaction.
Yes, he knew her, alright. And even though he allowed himself a half second to celebrate this victory, the triumph of being able to predict where Catwoman would be, he knew she knew he was nearby. If he knew her like the back of his hand, then she knew him like one of the freckles on her pretty, bright eyed face. Still, they've been playing this game for seven years. It was too late to quit now, and too soon to acknowledge the unspeakable: that in some strange, inexplicable way, they understood each other. Not that he'd ever admit it to anybody, especially her. What was there that they had in common? She was a criminal. He was a vigilante. They were as different as night and day, heaven and Hell.
So he didn't give himself away. Batman merely stood there, cape drawn close with eyes smoldering. He waited for her to acknowledge him, to offer some light-hearted quip that'd transform their terse dialogue, immediately, into a full blown banter. But to say Batman wasn't surprised would be an understatement. Here he was, expecting her to have loot in hand, prepared to make her escape. But even before, as he watched from afar the break-in and listened in on the sound of battle, he knew it wasn't her. It just wasn't Catwoman's style. She was sleek, her technique refined, her methods pinpoint. Whoever was doing the breaking in now was like a forest-fire in the face of her flamethrower.
Still, he wasn't going to sit around and wait. So he swung, from directly behind her on the gargoyle to the scene below. His figure, dark and fearsome, slithered through the broken window. For such a large man, he was quiet, absolutely silent as he followed the trail of destruction. Here, he felt the embrace of the shadows. The draw of the night. Here, he was in his element. And here, he knew somewhere far away, perched on her stomach with legs swinging like a teenager flipping through a magazine, Catwoman was watching him. When he appeared, it was with a silent swish of his cape, and the wild flash of white eyes.
Batman peeled himself from the darkness, like a tombstone rising out of the earth, and sent a powerful uppercut towards the perpetrator’s jaw.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2012 4:43:59 GMT -5
She should have turned. But she didn't. It was always more fun, and more interesting to push that extra second or two. Maybe three. But the prattling in her ear, the excited and annoyed, and clearly unorganized guards were nearly freaking out. And unable to gain access to an elevator.
Ticking a few more keys on her tablet, she was able to isolate the building. Hm. Not one she herself would be drawn to, a tech company of some sort. Raising herself up on an elbow, she glanced behind her, the goggles she'd tugged down over her mask showing the slighteset of movements, black on black, a shadow in the dark that she barely caught.
She smirked. At least she hadn't lost her knack. And as much as she -was- curious about this new break in, done by someone she couldn't exactly admire their methodology, it wasn't in her MO to hunt them down. She didn't exactly side with Batman and his 'family' on what they did....well, not 100% at least.
Turning back to her tablet, the chattering still occuring in her ear, she did a bit of research in the few moments she could on the rooftop, curious to see what this Tech company made it's fortunes in.
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Post by alex2 on Oct 30, 2012 12:34:29 GMT -5
"If I get caught, you're screwed!" Alex said sharply to his friend who chose to respond with his silence. The elevator started to slow down and Alex's stomach was getting upset to the idea that he might be compromised. The blonde woman mumbled something inaudible and it was only then ,when Alex started focusing on the objective. He had to pull this through.
A gentle sound was heard and the elevator doors opened smoothly. He confronted a dull ,minimalisticly furnished office. The walls were painted in the color grey. He could hear a fountains water spurting from the northwest corner of the office. No light was on except the one from the big desk, just in front of the whole-glass-panned windows. The view was magnificent. The bastard could literally observe anything he wanted in Gotham City.
After stepping out of the elevator he grabbed the woman from her arm and dragged her outside. Immediatelly after he pulled down his night vision gloggles. The office could be seen much better now. It was full of bookcases. "Any more CCTV that I should be wary of?" Alex murmered to his earpeace. His friend replied "No! I have no data of any cameras in Bommer's office but I see some in your 3 o'clock in the waiting room, where the assistant's office and the main elevator. " Looking that way Alex faced two big double-doors.
He continued to the main desk and sat the woman in the leather chair in front of it. Still dazed she did not resist.
Looking from the big windows he could barely see Blodhaven in the distance. His feelings about the place where nuetral. But again to the task at hand. He pressed a button from the white keyboard and the screen opened up, restricting access." I gather this should not have the servers. Where is the server room?" Alex asked "A door leading to it should be northwest." Alex didn't speak as he freted for the worse. What if he got the wrong schematics. The only thing that existed in that corner and its wall was a wall-fountain. "Uhmm... Micah... The only thing that exists here is a fountain!" But then it struck him. That server was on of the key features of keeping his company running. The legitimate and the other. Client names, arms production facilities and orders, even tracking systems for telecommunications. Of course it wouldn't be laying in plain sight, behind a door."Micah send me the wiring and electrical scematics of the office!" Alex exclaimed.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2012 4:34:53 GMT -5
(skip me this round, boys.)
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Post by vigilant on Nov 25, 2012 22:41:31 GMT -5
Break and enter. It was almost too easy. Whether they liked to admit it or not, in their years of back and forth repartee, Batman and Catwoman has exchanged more than their fair share of notes. Hours after hours of reviewing videos and inspecting crime scenes gave him a fleeting glimpse into the criminal mind. Not to mention the mind of the best cat burglar of her time. That was why, whatever this punk was doing now, it was like holding a flashlight to the sun. There was simply no comparison. And truth be told, tonight was one of those nights where he'd much rather find himself on the playing field with Gotham's notorious feline. Not some amateur excuse of a criminal.
So, it was safe to say that Batman was very grouchy. It wouldn't even be a gross exaggeration to say he was pissed off.
The gentle swish of cape on wind marked his descent. Almost immediately, the vent he exited out of was pulled shut. The room was painted grey. A shade lighter than the dark costume he sported. But not so much that it'd be noticeable. With cape drawn close, Batman observed, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched, as he soaked in every possible piece of information regarding this new criminal.
Waiting. Just waiting. Like a panther set to pounce.
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Post by alex2 on Dec 8, 2012 7:15:18 GMT -5
While inside the hidden room he confronted a medium sized room full of computer monitors. Alex could count seven. Most of them were turned off, the only one that was still on was the biggest opposite from the door. Alex stepped in and the door that closed behind him. Four rectangle ceiling lights flickered and stabilized in a brillian white light that illuminated the room fully. Now he could clearly see his surroundins, and caught himself contemplating his surroundings. Most of the walls were covered with an abundant number of servers and other high-tech machinery. Under the the big screen hanging from the ceiling was an even bigger touch screen that was placed horizontally on a desk.
"Woah dude! Look at that" exclaimed Micah from Alex's earpiece. The fox lurched towards the screen and draged his fingers along. The screen respondedand opened. In front of the deep green wallpaper with the company's logo popped a window up requiring id, a password and a fingerprint. " Uhmm Micah, this needs a finger print!" Alex gasped. " Worry not! Take the red usb drive I gave you and insert it into the main computer." Micah replied with a theatrical tone and added " The red one is an invisible vorus opening a "back-door" to their system, thus letting me bypass security and transfer or delete their data. But you have to let that in long enough for it to install. Right now insert the second one. This one will tranfer immediately their server's content to one of our own. Also the daat will be copied in the drive itsself." Alex laighed , congratualted and thanked his friend.
After approximately ten minutes a mesage came up announcing the completion of the transfer. The fox took the blue drive and attached it to a stringand around his neck. He had to leave the red one behindvsince the installation was not complete. Alez took a quick look at the database and gasped at the names of his clients. The man had deals with any kind of scum. Basially all the criminal underworld.
While exiting yhe room tge door closed in a similar fashion as before. Something was off. He could feel a pair of eyes trained on him. Observing him. He clanched his fists and asked to his stalker "Its cold tonight, aint it?" Was it a guard or worse?
Occ: Sorry for any typpos but I am posting over my phone :-P
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Post by vigilant on Jan 6, 2013 23:34:54 GMT -5
"No... Not quite."
The growl came from the left. Low, snarling, and dangerous. Like a rabid and enraged Pitbull confined in a cage. Like a monster encaged in a man's body. The shadows warped, and an enormous figure came whirling out of the darkness. Fist raised, hellbent on wrecking havoc on this amateur crook. His eyes flashed wildly, a blur through the night as he sent a fist rocketing, like a missile blasting through space, towards The Fox's jaw. Strong, quick, and precise. The kind of blow that could knock a bull unconscious with one hit.
"But it will be when I'm done with you."
If the fist connected, it'd be more than enough to send The Fox reeling back. But rather than let him fly and careen through the air like an out of control top, Batman made a grab for him. A vice-grip across the front of his shirt, then a sharp tug to lift the boy off his feet. Their eyes met. White, menacing, and murderous.
"Who sent you?"
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