Post by jasont on Aug 21, 2012 14:37:02 GMT -5
Talia was right, Stenet Labs was a small and discreet building in West Gotham. If he didn’t know where to go, he’d have tried the entire city before looking there. The objective was to find Doctor Nina Stenet, probably the most brilliant microbiologist-slash-chemist available in the area. She’d been “found” by Talia, though he wouldn’t really have needed any help to discover her if he’d had the chance to dig around.
[Alright, here I am.] – Jason told his driver to pick him up later - feeling extremely stupid in doing so - and got out of the black BMW X5, looking up to the rather average building and wondering how well that would go. He wasn’t really comfortable with having to enlist the doctor’s help without a little intimidation, but improv was part of the game. So somehow the best vigilante in Gotham had been convinced to wear a light-blue business shirt and a custom-made black suit, which, even while allowed some plain jeans and dark-brown boots, he still believed made him look ridiculous. Talia had insisted he at least looked the part while representing her companies. – [Should’ve at least brought a gun.] – If anything happened, getting out would be troublesome. Though nothing was supposed to happen. Not to Jack Redford, close relative of the great Miranda Tate and part of Kord Industries and WayneTech’s major share-holders. – [Ok, “Jack”, go on.] – He made his way inside, automatically taking in every detail available - mainly anything that could help in case of a fight or fast retreat - and fighting an urge to rip the suit apart.
Jason had an enormous need to continue his training and thrive in as many areas as possible, and Dr Stenet’s was mainly unknown to him. Ironically, once more, even while trying to eliminate his need to look for help, Talia’s resources and contacts were right there holding him up. That would have to stop, sooner or later. At least the job that had pointed him in this particular area’s direction was one-hundred-percent Red Hood’s. More specifically, Jason had stopped a group of mercenaries from acquiring the Neurotrol drug from New Hope Pharmaceuticals, finding out a plot of unknown depth to create an extremely violent chemical weapon in the aftermath. He hadn’t been able to find out much more, unfortunately, so while waiting to pursue more leads it certainly didn’t hurt to acquire the know-how to deal with the situation.
Back to the matter at hand, the building’s interior was even more unremarkable than it seemed from the outside. – [Wow. I find it hard to believe someone actually does creative work in here. Then again, there’s Batman and his Broodcave, so I guess anything’s possible.] – His expression obviously betrayed no such thoughts, revealing only a hint of the ever-growing hatred the suit caused him. Jason noticed a reception desk, choosing it as his destination and approaching it casually, wondering how exactly should a teenage multi-millionaire interested in business go about that. Should he idiotically flirt with every female within ten kilometers as his ex-mentor did? Of course, he had spent a few years as Bruce Wayne’s ward, but Jason had hated that whole rich-kid part of his Robin life, excusing himself from every possible social event and having Dick and Bruce to save him from most attempts to get his opinion or statements in parties and social visits. Not only that, it had been years since the last time he’d played the part, he was much younger then, and much less angry. And not a single time had he gone through it alone. Maybe if this was a mission… It all seemed to flow perfectly during those moments, but in such a simple environment it just felt wrong. – “Good evening. I’m looking for Doctor Nina Stenet, my name’s Jack Redford. I’m not certain if my associates called ahead, but I sure hope so.” – They were supposed to, but no one in any of the companies seemed to like him. Might have something to do with the fact they were all rotten bastards and Jason had no problem in pointing that out in the few occasions he’d used this cover. – [Well, whatever.]
[Alright, here I am.] – Jason told his driver to pick him up later - feeling extremely stupid in doing so - and got out of the black BMW X5, looking up to the rather average building and wondering how well that would go. He wasn’t really comfortable with having to enlist the doctor’s help without a little intimidation, but improv was part of the game. So somehow the best vigilante in Gotham had been convinced to wear a light-blue business shirt and a custom-made black suit, which, even while allowed some plain jeans and dark-brown boots, he still believed made him look ridiculous. Talia had insisted he at least looked the part while representing her companies. – [Should’ve at least brought a gun.] – If anything happened, getting out would be troublesome. Though nothing was supposed to happen. Not to Jack Redford, close relative of the great Miranda Tate and part of Kord Industries and WayneTech’s major share-holders. – [Ok, “Jack”, go on.] – He made his way inside, automatically taking in every detail available - mainly anything that could help in case of a fight or fast retreat - and fighting an urge to rip the suit apart.
Jason had an enormous need to continue his training and thrive in as many areas as possible, and Dr Stenet’s was mainly unknown to him. Ironically, once more, even while trying to eliminate his need to look for help, Talia’s resources and contacts were right there holding him up. That would have to stop, sooner or later. At least the job that had pointed him in this particular area’s direction was one-hundred-percent Red Hood’s. More specifically, Jason had stopped a group of mercenaries from acquiring the Neurotrol drug from New Hope Pharmaceuticals, finding out a plot of unknown depth to create an extremely violent chemical weapon in the aftermath. He hadn’t been able to find out much more, unfortunately, so while waiting to pursue more leads it certainly didn’t hurt to acquire the know-how to deal with the situation.
Back to the matter at hand, the building’s interior was even more unremarkable than it seemed from the outside. – [Wow. I find it hard to believe someone actually does creative work in here. Then again, there’s Batman and his Broodcave, so I guess anything’s possible.] – His expression obviously betrayed no such thoughts, revealing only a hint of the ever-growing hatred the suit caused him. Jason noticed a reception desk, choosing it as his destination and approaching it casually, wondering how exactly should a teenage multi-millionaire interested in business go about that. Should he idiotically flirt with every female within ten kilometers as his ex-mentor did? Of course, he had spent a few years as Bruce Wayne’s ward, but Jason had hated that whole rich-kid part of his Robin life, excusing himself from every possible social event and having Dick and Bruce to save him from most attempts to get his opinion or statements in parties and social visits. Not only that, it had been years since the last time he’d played the part, he was much younger then, and much less angry. And not a single time had he gone through it alone. Maybe if this was a mission… It all seemed to flow perfectly during those moments, but in such a simple environment it just felt wrong. – “Good evening. I’m looking for Doctor Nina Stenet, my name’s Jack Redford. I’m not certain if my associates called ahead, but I sure hope so.” – They were supposed to, but no one in any of the companies seemed to like him. Might have something to do with the fact they were all rotten bastards and Jason had no problem in pointing that out in the few occasions he’d used this cover. – [Well, whatever.]