Post by sincereagape on Jan 5, 2011 23:42:05 GMT -5
Monday morning at Wayne Enterprises. In terms of the corporate world, Wayne Enterprises was THEE economic backbone. It was the organization that kept Gotham City as one of the wealthiest Metropolitan areas in the country. By 8:45AM, the large tower which stood in the center of Gotham was already busy. Those dedicated to their work had already arrived with coffee in hand, ready to work and serve the world. A multi-facetted business, Wayne Enterprises dwelled into finance, social services, international trade, technology, health, and of course science.
Arnold Wesker was making his rounds through the tower. As one of the many mail room clerks it was his responsibility to make sure certain divisions received their memos and correspondences. It had only been three weeks since his release from Arkham Asylum. A gracious parole granted to him by the psychiatric doctors at the institute for not experiencing symptoms of schizophrenia for six months. He had been granted a haven at the Martha Wayne group home establishment, and had attempted to live a normal life there. But within a few days, Scarface had come calling. Or had the Ventriloquist beckoned for the return of Scarface…..?
The Ventriloquist made his way to the Wayne Enterprises medical and science division. He had intended to follow up from the events over the weekend, and to find a connection between Pamela Isley and Dick Grayson. To see if their meeting was simply a coincidence. But the Ventriloquist would have been happy to find information on either of them. Medical records, date of birth, family history, and known addresses, all of this would be useful.
This early in the morning, the medical and science wing had not yet opened to the public. Most doctors, nurses, surgeons, scientists, were on their way to work or just getting ready for their daily tasks. Of course there could be a few who had arrived early, but no one would doubt this is the quietest time of the day.
The Ventriloquist had left his mail cart in the middle of the hallway as he made his way to one of the large medical filing rooms. Before entering the filing room, the Ventriloquist made sure to bring a weapon. This weapon came in the form of a sharp letter opener, which could serve as a knife.
You never know who would be here this early. You never knew who would ask questions about what he was doing. You just never knew who you could run into…..one of the medical providers, a scientist, a researcher, nosey reporter, the heir to the fortune, or even Bruce Wayne himself….you just never knew.
Sliding the letter opener into his tan-tweed colored suit inner pocket, the Ventriloquist adjusted the gaudy yellow and black poke-a-dot bowtie and began flipping through the charts...
Grayson or Isley. Grayson or Isley.
Arnold Wesker was making his rounds through the tower. As one of the many mail room clerks it was his responsibility to make sure certain divisions received their memos and correspondences. It had only been three weeks since his release from Arkham Asylum. A gracious parole granted to him by the psychiatric doctors at the institute for not experiencing symptoms of schizophrenia for six months. He had been granted a haven at the Martha Wayne group home establishment, and had attempted to live a normal life there. But within a few days, Scarface had come calling. Or had the Ventriloquist beckoned for the return of Scarface…..?
The Ventriloquist made his way to the Wayne Enterprises medical and science division. He had intended to follow up from the events over the weekend, and to find a connection between Pamela Isley and Dick Grayson. To see if their meeting was simply a coincidence. But the Ventriloquist would have been happy to find information on either of them. Medical records, date of birth, family history, and known addresses, all of this would be useful.
This early in the morning, the medical and science wing had not yet opened to the public. Most doctors, nurses, surgeons, scientists, were on their way to work or just getting ready for their daily tasks. Of course there could be a few who had arrived early, but no one would doubt this is the quietest time of the day.
The Ventriloquist had left his mail cart in the middle of the hallway as he made his way to one of the large medical filing rooms. Before entering the filing room, the Ventriloquist made sure to bring a weapon. This weapon came in the form of a sharp letter opener, which could serve as a knife.
You never know who would be here this early. You never knew who would ask questions about what he was doing. You just never knew who you could run into…..one of the medical providers, a scientist, a researcher, nosey reporter, the heir to the fortune, or even Bruce Wayne himself….you just never knew.
Sliding the letter opener into his tan-tweed colored suit inner pocket, the Ventriloquist adjusted the gaudy yellow and black poke-a-dot bowtie and began flipping through the charts...
Grayson or Isley. Grayson or Isley.