Post by jonathancrane on Nov 26, 2011 20:07:18 GMT -5
He could wait no longer, something had to be done. He had to do something before his mind shattered entirely from the stress. Stress of teaching, keeping track of his research, being unable to obtain the chemicals he needed to continue his master works. Scarecrow had a plan, for the most part a massive coordinated attack on the entire city. With the hopes that he just might give the Federal Bureau of Investigations a run for their money. Hopefully, running, screaming in terror from the city, never to try anything of the like again.
This was a stunt of such magnitude that was most common with Halloween, though in his caution, He laid no attack this year upon the holiday. Which only probably drew his mind thin. More so then it already was, but even the most prepared fall through the cracks. Something there was no preparation for.
Crane wasn't one for hope though as he worked on installing the canisters of toxin to the ventilation systems of the government building, being the center point for the attack. Even thought the F.B.I. were not located here, it would scramble all emergency communications systems. No coordination, no way to contain, no way to alert. No one could save Gotham. The task was simple really tap into the roof fans, have the decoys placed on the ground level units. Though the decoys were just as well hidden as the real ones. This was only the start though. He had laid low for long enough, even before the F.B.I. took over the city. This was the last set though, He had targeted the entire city, The suburbs, the sewer mains, the underpasses. The only issue being, after this, He would have nothing left. His precious chemicals were a one shot.
The toxin that he had crafted was adaptive, causing its makeup to change to combat the effects of an antidote, Though in concentrated doses it not only caused fear, but a crippling destruction of the mind itself. Locking the victim in a hell that there was no return from. Though someone would have to get extremely close to The Scarecrow to receive such a dosage.
Though the toxin could be absorbed through the skin and inhalation, it effects were short term, unless one was trapped in the building, thus exposure would increase and the dosage as well.
All there was to do now was sit and wait, wait for the right moment. Crane overlooked the skyline of city below from the top of the skyscraper. He held no fear, so the height was not a problem, nor the fact that his mask was in his hand along with the black hat. The detonator in the other. Crane was playing on the fact that bats were nocturnal, as he waited for the sun to rise. No one ever saw the batman out during the day. Even super hero's much maintain a charade much as the unknown rouges. Crane had remained unknown just from a brew of sheer luck and deception. Though he knew that one day he would be un masked. He would be caught, but he wasn't going to caught by men in suits bearing badges. The likely hood was slim.
This was a stunt of such magnitude that was most common with Halloween, though in his caution, He laid no attack this year upon the holiday. Which only probably drew his mind thin. More so then it already was, but even the most prepared fall through the cracks. Something there was no preparation for.
Crane wasn't one for hope though as he worked on installing the canisters of toxin to the ventilation systems of the government building, being the center point for the attack. Even thought the F.B.I. were not located here, it would scramble all emergency communications systems. No coordination, no way to contain, no way to alert. No one could save Gotham. The task was simple really tap into the roof fans, have the decoys placed on the ground level units. Though the decoys were just as well hidden as the real ones. This was only the start though. He had laid low for long enough, even before the F.B.I. took over the city. This was the last set though, He had targeted the entire city, The suburbs, the sewer mains, the underpasses. The only issue being, after this, He would have nothing left. His precious chemicals were a one shot.
The toxin that he had crafted was adaptive, causing its makeup to change to combat the effects of an antidote, Though in concentrated doses it not only caused fear, but a crippling destruction of the mind itself. Locking the victim in a hell that there was no return from. Though someone would have to get extremely close to The Scarecrow to receive such a dosage.
Though the toxin could be absorbed through the skin and inhalation, it effects were short term, unless one was trapped in the building, thus exposure would increase and the dosage as well.
All there was to do now was sit and wait, wait for the right moment. Crane overlooked the skyline of city below from the top of the skyscraper. He held no fear, so the height was not a problem, nor the fact that his mask was in his hand along with the black hat. The detonator in the other. Crane was playing on the fact that bats were nocturnal, as he waited for the sun to rise. No one ever saw the batman out during the day. Even super hero's much maintain a charade much as the unknown rouges. Crane had remained unknown just from a brew of sheer luck and deception. Though he knew that one day he would be un masked. He would be caught, but he wasn't going to caught by men in suits bearing badges. The likely hood was slim.