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Tablet cradled in her arms, the redhead continued through the drafty warehouse with her nose wrinkled. It certainly wasn’t her scene, though she felt as though she couldn’t trust any of the other members of her staff to effectively do what needed to be done. Besides, after her recent failures with that snoop of a reporter, the last thing she wanted was to upset her employer once more. Having promptly left the Iceberg Lounge when she heard that the truck had arrived she was quickly approaching the vessel. Her heels clicked loudly as she started toward the back. Two men opened the doors for her and she sent a simple smile in her direction.

However rather than climbing inside one her own she held out her hand expectantly, waiting for one of them to grab her hand and help her into the back of the truck. The woman didn’t bother to say thank you as she smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles in her dress. Now standing in the back compartment, she took the tablet in her hands and began to tap away at her various files. She quickly found the inventory list and her blue eyes scanned the vast amount of items that were on the list. In order to be sure that everything on the list matched the truck she was to check the list off as she sifted through the contents. It was not an easy or fun job and it was quite time consuming but it had to be done. If there was an error she would be able to find it before bringing the shipment to her employer’s attention. It was a petty task but she wasn’t taking any risks at this point.

Twenty minutes had gone by and the tall redhead continued to match the inventories items to her invoice. There were a series of questioning shouts from the outside of the truck, causing her to pause. Before she could whirl around and turn her attention to what was going on, the doors slammed shut. Now enveloped in darkness and the only exception being the light that seemed to glow from the screen of her tablet, Linsey shuffled toward the closed door, glaring. The sound of sliding metal signaled that it had been locked. “What is going on?” She barked, her voice echoing around her newfound prison. “I’m still in here!” She informed, her voice rising several octaves as she shouted. With her free hand, Linsey began to pound on the back of the truck. “Hello?” She squealed once more, but there was no answer.

She assumed it was a stupid joke; something that some fool with a wish to be fired decided to do in order to get back at the redheaded bitch that was constantly bossing them around. However, time continued to pass as Linsey shouted and pounded until her wrists began to hurt. The start of the trucks engine caused her eyes to grow wide. Sure enough, the truck began to creep forward with her locked in the back.

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"Mike, hey Mike watch, hey I said watch!" Heavy boots slid across the dusty concrete which served as the floor of the warehouse, kicking about long undisturbed dirt which had sat on the never before cleaned surface. Two men stood in the corridor leading to the building's loading bay, both of a similar portly and unkempt physique, both Penguin's men. One lay pressed up against the breeze block wall, engrossed in the magazine held in his gloved hands, trying his best to ignore his partner's comedic attempts to balance his assault rifle up right in just one hand. "It ain't gonna work, it never goes, you know that, I know that, so give it a rest." Midway through talking, his eyes never leaving the page, the prediction made was answered by the clattering of the gun off the hard floor from a decent height. "Told you so."

They weren't going to convince themselves that they were in the vanguard of Mr. Cobblepot's enterprise, they were guarding a random warehouse after all. The Iceberg Lounge was the place to be for hired muscle, booze and broads to your heart content. Here they only had damp ceilings and rats to keep them company. So when Miss Finch arrived to check up on inventory personally they're hearts skipped a beat, even if she was a notorious hard ass when it came to work. Undeterred from his previous failures, the Thug with gun in hand tried again, and for a brief moment he managed his trivial balancing act. "Loo-" His fleeting moment of euphoria was immediantly cut short as a figure dropped down from behind him, twisting his head around on his shoulders with a mighty yank before he could finish his exclamation. Mike's eyes were still focused on the pages, unaware of his friend's death feet away from him. He didn't realise until a katana blade pierced through the magazine and into his chest.

A moment later the doors at the far end of the corridor swung open, each held by a different Assassin, each garbed in black kevlar and hoods. Following them was Ra's himself, a contrast in his navy suit and slate trench coat. Pacing along the hallyway, the two bodies were already being carried away by other Assets, likely to be dumped somewhere never to be found. The doors leading to the loading bay were also propped open, allowing him to march on through to the large open room lined with both crates and trucks to haul them on the whim of the Penguin. Ra's was sure that even one truck missing would infuriate the Man, especially if it was filled with a few million dollars worth of tech and weapons. "Take the other two vehicles." Ra's commanded the group of Asassassins who he had brought with him, ordering them into the two other lorries parked in the Bay as he moved to the first. By this time he was sure that every possible witness in the building, every sentry had been murdered and disposed of accordingly. Who would Oswald believe did this to him? Ra's didn't care, as long as it boiled his blood.

Passing the rear of the truck, Ra's swore he heard muffled crys from somewhere but quickly shook them off, he didn't have the time to waste. Once in the cab of the 18 wheeler monster of a vehicle, he signalled for the doors to be opened and pressed his foot on the pedal, sending them lurching forward and out onto the moon lit street. With him sat another random member of the League, rifle nested in his arms in case of trouble. The other two vehicles pulled out behind him and they each took a different course, driving down seperate streets all to their prearranged destinations. "To Crime Alley, Mr. Cobblepot will be donating all these weapons to charity tonight."

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Linsey continued to pound on the secured door of her newfound prison. Holding her tablet tightly, she looked down on it wearily for a moment. She could contact Cobblepott but if this truly was an unexpected accident or a very stupid prank, she was sure to look like a fool later. After the recent mix-up with the reporter the last thing that she needed to add to her list of mistakes. Stomping her foot angrily, she began to squeeze through the boxes and head toward the front of the compartment. Perhaps her shouts would alert the driver.

The second the speed increased, she struggled to keep her balance. The curvy redhead toppled over in her heels and into a collection of boxes. Rather than dropping her precious tablet she held it closer to her bosom in hopes of protecting it. Only using one hand to catch herself, the collision proved to be very painful. Linsey winced as she tried to sit up. A sharp turn caused both she and the boxes to shift to the opposite side of the truck. The redhead released a shrill scream and quickly tapped on the surface of the tablet. The small area lit up with light once more and she looked down to notice one of the straps of her designer dress had snapped. Her hair was a mess, the classic up-do she had sported was no longer in place and tendrils of her red hair cascaded down.

With a few selective taps, she waited impatiently as attempted to connect with Mort – Oswald’s main tech support. The moment his face graced the screen she began to ramble quickly. “Mort- hey. Look, I need you to do something for me.” She began, wrinkling her nose at his eerie smile as he peered at her disheveled form. While typically she might have demanded he meet her gaze rather than that of her cleavage, Linsey continued. “I’m in the back of a truck. I need you to trace the signal from this device and figure out where it is headed. Once it stops, call back. I’ll give you instructions from there. Do not let the boss know that this conversation ever happened. Do you hear me?”

Another sharp turn caused her to lurch forward once more and another shrill noise of frustration flew from her lips. Considering the speed of the vehicle and the items that were shifting around with each turn or bump, she slowly made her way to the front. Protecting her precious tablet with one hand and using the other to avoid painful collisions with boxes, Linsey continued to shout and stomp.

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With boot pressed down heavily upon the accelerator pedal, the truck heaved along the empty abandoned warehouse dotted Outskirts of the City, making its way through various suburbs which curved around South Gotham and towards the East end of town. Both hands firmly grasped on the wheel, Ra's continuously checked the large rear view mirrors welded onto the door of the Rig, spying for any hint of a flashing lights. If all goes to plan Oswald won't hear about this until morning, by that time their work will have been completed and any trace of them ever existing will have been erased. The thought of Cobblepot's face swelling in rage at the idea of millions of dollars worth of equipment just vanishing into thin air resulted in a grimace appearing on Ra's' face. He wondered who the demented Dwarf will blame for this act, which opposing criminal will he say stole from him? Two Face? Joker? Ra's knew not, as long as he reacted in an equal manner.

The midnight roads were practically desolate as he purposely chose to avoid any of the major highway routes so that they could half the expected driving time and lower the probability of being caught with stolen weapons, not that there was much chance of that. With in twenty minutes the vehicle was able to enter the closest area Gotham had to a Ghetto: East Gotham, a portion of land forgotten by the Government and left to the under classes to make their own. For thirty years crime ruled these streets, preying on those couldn't defend themselves, making them an empire of sin out of these blocks. So that is where they now drove to, as little had changed since then and the majority of the area's population is still considered undesirable to say the least. Thus there was no where better to choose as a spot to give away these weapons, as Ra's knew that there would be plenty of people willing to take them off their hands.

With a mile to go, Ra's had almost forgot about the earlier noises from the rear of the vehicle as he persuaded himself that it was merely the sound of free boxes screeching around without ties to hold them down, crashing into the sides as they turned corners and the like. In the distance he could see that there was already a crowd waiting for them at the prearranged spot. They'll have to make this quick before The Penguin gets wind of such an event, or if the GCPD roll up unanounced but Ra's had the assurance from local officers that they'd have a twenty minute window of opertunity. An abandoned car park served as this vehicle's stop with the two other lorries heading to two other seperate areas to unload their goods.

A single street light stood above, illuminating the truck as it halted on the rain stained concrete, parking so that the group of thrity so people could crowd around the back. A seperate team of Assassins were already waiting, though they were garbed in dark civillian outfits to not raise unwanted suspicion. However they were armed and ready for trouble as they formed a circle around the back of the truck to keep the various degenerates and thugs from making a quick run for the equipment themselves. There would be order. Quickly dropping from the driver's seat, Ra's strolled around to the rear of the vehicle, correcting his tie as he did so before stopping before the eager customers, placing one of his hands on the shutter. "Consider this a gift from the Penguin himself." With one arm he managed to unlock the door and throw it open ready to begin the auction.

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As she uncomfortably shifted along with the rest of the contents, her shouting began to die down. Voice hoarse, she was beginning to contemplate her situation with each passing moment. There was no chance that this was an accident on the mileage on the vehicle increased. Perhaps her kidnapper didn’t realize she was in the back of the truck – or it was possible they had planned it. Though who would really want to take their chances with her employer? She had to marvel their courage though it could be quickly confused with foolishness. Still, she was prompted to believe that the driver had no idea she was in the back of the truck. After all, why would they lock her in a truck loaded with weapons?

Ripping open several of the loose boxes and swearing in Russian, she placed quickly found what she was looking for, invoice item number 12 – 24 semi-automatic Smith and Wesson .45s. Seizing one, she began to assemble it using the tablet for a source of light. Required to tap on the screen when the light would fade and deal with the quick turns and twists, Linsey was continuously frustrated. Once she succeeded, she needed to find some kind of ammunition. Of course – that would be the point where the truck game to a screeching halt.

Adrenaline building, she stood up. Slightly off-balance she sauntered toward the back of the truck with a newfound taste for freedom. Tablet in one arm and handgun in the other she had failed to find which box contained the ammunition, but the thieves didn’t know that. The disheveled redhead contemplated what she was about to do. Without time on her side she didn’t have much time to alter her appearance so she did the best with what she had. Then again, what if it was their intention of taking her? While they were foolish enough to leave her locked in with a truck-load of weapons, surely they would notice an entirely different woman.

Deciding against a transformation, she heard the voice of the man outside and her nostrils flared at his words. Oh no. She didn’t think so. As the door began to open, she forced it open the rest of the way. “I don’t think so. Do not come any closer.” She ordered, training the unloaded gun on the crowd before her. She hadn’t expected a crowd so large to be standing before her. “I said get back!” She shouted, shaking the gun threateningly. The redhead took quick note of her surroundings and placed her location. Focusing the gun on the man who had opened the truck, she glared down at him. “Hand over the keys.”

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Even when finding an armed woman in the back of a stolen vehicle, Ra's al Ghul is able to maintain his neutral demeanor, a void of emotion or expression. Although he'd always maintain that in the planning stages of every operation he would have a solution to any unforeseen occurrences that may change the course of the mission, this was a complication even he could not have predicted. As she attempted to push the door further, he was able to keep a hand firmly on the handle, stopping it from moving any further outwards. A wolf whistle followed from the original gasp of suprise that the small crowd blurted upon seeing her move to the edge of the vehicle. "Yo, is she free too?" A voice at the rear of the gathering howled out, sending the rest of his posse into a brief laughing spree as Ra's marveled that someone of their intelligence could understand the concept of wit, which suprised him almost as much as the Stowaway had.

Turning back to face her, he now began to wonder who she was as the how she found herself in the vehicle is irrelevant, of all probability she was likely in there as they staged their coup. Either she hid in their or she was unknowingly locked in as they stole the vehicles. But all of this would have to mean that she had access to the Penguin's warehouse and his merchandise, which puts her as an afiliate of Cobblepot, or even an unlucky thief she herself was aiming to do away with some of his stock. It was her eyes which would give away her intentions, they would tell him everything if he just paid attention. First however he waited for her to climb down from the back of the vehicle so that he was towering over her. From his pocket he retrived the keys, cradling them in his palm with keeping his other hand formally behind his back. "I won't argue with an armed woman."

In a split second action, Ra's was able to throw the keys up in the air towards her, using the brief opertunity he had now created as her focus was distracted by them. Bringing his other arm around, he was down upon her just as the keys landed in her hand, flexing his fingers around the pistol before yanking it from her grip. "Better." The disarm was executed in under a second flat, few men could move as quickly as Ra's could when it came to martial art technique, she shouldn't be ashamed of her inaction it was only natural. He quickly threw the weapon to the nearest criminal, the first sale of the night. Grabbing her by the arm, he decided it best to ask her questions in privacy away from prying eyes. As he dragged her around to the front of the vehicle, his men began to unload the weapons from the back, throwing down crates to the low lifes waiting to catch them.

Slamming her against the bonnet, yet again he bore down upon her, standing in complete obscurity while keeping her in full view. A hand struck out to her throat, pale muscular fingers clutching around her frail throat in an ever constricting manner. "Threaten me again and I won't hesitate to kill you, understand?" He let go, pushing her back off the cab before folding his arms. Answers was what he wanted and what he inteded to get, one way or another. Perhaps she had some infomation worth knowing about her employer. "Who are you?"

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Linsey’s eyes swiveled between the man who seemed to be behind the operation and the crowd that all stood before her. With one hand hosting the unloaded gun, the redhead looked completely irate. Her red lips and white teeth formed a permanent scowl as she stood. Her expression made it clear that she was not messing around and eager to pull the trigger on the device that seemed to be the one thing that kept the group from exploring the various cargo that remained behind her. Rolling her eyes at the man who felt it appropriate to cat call and consider the voluptuous redhead as part of the items up for grabs. Not even feeling the need to justify such an idiotic comment with an answer, the woman began to step down from the back of the truck.

“That would be wise.” She informed, still maintaining perfect posture considered her torn dress and the collection of bruises that were beginning to form across her pale skin. Reaching for the keys that the man held in her hand, she instantly considered herself foolish for being so trusting. “Toss them to me.” Linsey ordered. As the keys left his hand, her blue eyes followed their path as she prepared to catch them. Just as the jagged metal collection of keys landed in her hand, she moved to step away from the man who loomed over her. However, she was much too late. He was quick considering his age, and quickly and effectively removed the unloaded gun from her hand. It didn’t matter to her anymore, she just need to be quick now that she had the keys.

Linsey stretched upward in hopes of reaching the thick, strap that would assist her in closing the back of the truck and secure the door in place. As she reached upward, she felt his tight grip on her arm, causing her to stumble slightly in her six-inch heels. “You’re making a huge mistake.” She informed through gritted teeth. The man who had caught the handgun was quick to inspect it, informing the crowd with a laugh that it hadn’t even been loaded. If it were not for her ability, her face might have turned red from the humiliation of her situation. However, she focused on keeping her unblemished, pale skin the same despite how hot her cheeks felt.

"Unhand me!" As he began to pull her away, she looked back at the open door of the truck. Within seconds her shipment had turned into a free-for-all for the lowlifes of Gotham’s East End. Pursing her lips tightly together, she knew there was nothing more that she could do to prevent the unruly transaction. The towering man slammed her against the vehicle, causing her to wince at the impact. However, the pain became to disappear almost as quickly as it had originated. His large hand wrapped tightly around her throat. Linsey’s own hands reached toward him in attempt to remove his. Her manicured nails dug into his skin desperately as she struggled for air. As the craving for oxygen increased, she almost considered shifting her neck only, though that might result in an even tighter grip and lead to exposing her secret.

Thankfully enough, he released her finally. Linsey took a deep swallow of air as she reached for her sore neck. There might be some bruising, but her ability would allow it to fade almost as quickly as the bruises formed. Breathing in shallow, sharp gasps, she quickly regained her posture. Linsey pushed some of her red curls out of her face that seemed to have fallen from her structured up-do during the chaos.

Her ample chest rose and fell rapidly as she caught her breath. “I’m Linsey Finch.” She informed, deciding on honesty for her next approach. “I’m the personal assistant of Oswald Cobblepott – the owner of the items you are so carelessly handing away.” Well, she was much more than a personal assistant, but listing her endless titles and responsibilities might only add a value that she didn’t want. Linsey wanted to convince him to let her go on her way, though with each passing moment she realized how furious her employer would be with this situation. It might have almost been easy to take her chances with death at this point if she returned to him empty handed. “And I won’t need to threaten you because once he finds out what you’ve done, you’re already dead.” She spat, still unsure who she was truly up against. "Do you have any idea what you are doing? Steal a handful of trucks in hopes of what? And without even bothering to know what, or who you are taking! This is an unorganized, half-baked operation." Linsey informed, clutching the keys tightly in her hand and positioning the keys so that they stuck out in between her knuckles. If he dared reach for her again, she wasn't going to comply so easily.

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"Mr. Cobblepot made the heinous error of turning to crime in the first place, he should be reminded of the ramifications of such a poor life choice." Dim light from the street lamp which hung precariously above them, swaying lightly in the night breeze, strengthened his deeply cut facial features. An encompassing beard, gaunt cheeks, an avian nose with flared nostrils and a gaze which said more than any word could. There was a cruel harshness in his unforgiving eyes which was tempered by the mask of sophistication he wore so well, as if the stilness he imposed was only a lull in the storm. However he never gave the impression of calm, only a depravity of emotion, an excessive show of control which was a reflection of his inner desire to see the World on a leash.

A spark of admiration flared with in him as he chose to be honest in answering his demands, it showed an acceptance of the inevitable which pleased him. The fresh grazes across the back of his hand raised no concern, over the years Ra's had mastered his responces to pain to extent that now he was all but dulled to the sensation of feeling injuries. "I assure you that I am handing away these items with the upmost care, though as a criminal I'm sure you understand the principal of taking things which don't belong to you." It had always amused Ra's that criminal enterprises were so focused on the aqusition of gain through illegitimate means yet they were outraged at the thought of someone else taking from them, a mirror held up to show their hypocrasy.

Carving his face into a slight grimace, he extended his fingers to her defined cheek bones, pivoting her head side to side as he inspected her further before his grip tightened to an almost uncomfortable level. "Miss Lynsey Finch if you ever utter such a pathetic waste of breath like that again I'll save the world the displeasure of hearing it personally." Obviously he was reffering to her comment about her employer's eventual revenge attempts. "If slow witted fools such as the Penguin were even aware of who I am, if you had any comprehension of my ability, you would cease to make such insulting slights." Releasing her once more, he ran one of his fingers down her cheek before snatching it back into a closed fist by his side. Obviously she wasn't stupid enough to lash out against him, such an act would seal her fate as currently her fate hung in the balance until he was either compelled to spare her life or take it.

"If an unorganised rabble such as use were able to steal your vehicle, kill your men and distribute your goods, what does that make you I wonder?" Placing his hands behind his back neatly his eyes glanced to his men who stood garbed in darkness handing down the crates to eager citizens of Gotham. Acts such as these prove that no one truly ruled the streets, it is all a fabrication on the part of the criminals to ellude themselves into believing that their rule is absolute. Clearly the average poverty stricken man will take any advantage that they can get, even if it means betraying the Penguin himself. "Ask yourself what could be the aim of our little heist? We're evidently making no fiscal gain from the endeavour, we are simply giving the people what they want."

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Even in such an aggravated state, she managed an incredulous laugh at his comments towards her employer. She wasn’t exactly in favor of the man herself, which was where she was able to find the humor in the situation. How ironic that she might be killed by a man that seemed to hate Cobblepott just as much as she did. Or to be killed while working for the man who blackmailed her into the service in the first place – to, of course, prevent her death. Oh this was rich, and she could hardly contain the obvious annoyance that crossed her pale face. “And….you think that something as petty as stealing this lone shipment and releasing these items to the public is going to greatly affect him in such a way that he reconsiders his career path? That's daft. If anything he’ll hire better security" Or she should say 'I’ll' hire better security.

Keys still positioned uncomfortably in between her fingers as if she was still considering on using them as a weapon, the jagged items began to dig into her clenched palms. “Oh clearly,” She scoffed. “You have a very organized system of carting out stolen items in crime alley.” She managed sarcastically, eyes darting once more to the cab of the truck. This role was quickly exhausting as she remained in his presence. Despite the fact that she was not given the ‘okay’ to flee, she was prepared to do so anyway.

White teeth gritted and jaw clenched his grip on her face. A noise of protest flew from her lips but she did not pull away knowing she would be unsuccessful. The redhead would much rather tolerate the humiliating act rather than attempt to free her face and look incredibly foolish in the process. Which seemed to be one of the reasons she had yet to flee. Her body sore from being hurtled from side to side and the high-heels did not provide her with the means for a proper leave.

Attempting to hide any hints of pain or discomfort from her face as he tightly squeezed, the position made a response difficult. Still, his following threat still made her uneasy as she shifted uncomfortably in her heels. She considered using her abilities as some sort of a scare tactic. Once he released her she did not reach for her face. The pain was dismissed in matter of seconds. However, this time there was no spicy retort to fly from her lips. He had just mentioned what she had been thinking this entire process. Her jaw clenched once more, she swallowed. Obviously she knew the answer to such a question. She was just as disposable as the others that lay dead on the floor of the warehouse. And while she had been spared from such a fate, who was to say that would continue to play in her favor? She repeated the phrase once more in her head. She was disposable.

Despite the uneasy feeling, she pursed her lips with the fail to answer. Jerking away quickly this time as she saw him reach toward her. “Well, you did give me the keys, after all, and I’m sure that means that you are willing to let me leave here and relay the horrors that I’ve seen to my employer and whatever other message you would like me to consider during my send-off.” It was an attempt to say the least. Though even she had a hard time believing herself. She didn’t find herself in such a situation often. “Or perhaps your infatuation with grabbing my face might be enough of a reason for you to let me live.” She couldn’t resist, but she had always been above begging.

“Attention?” she replied, with a false-innocence to her voice as she truly did consider why he might do something of the sorts. That could be a simplified version of it. After all, going against someone like Oswald Cobblepott was sure to create quite a stir of chaos in the world of rouges she lived in. That was – if she failed to cover up such an act before it reached such ears. It seemed at this point that might be impossible, but there was always a way to turn things in their favor – she just needed to think of it first.

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One man shrouded in a grey hole ridden hoodie, his bearded jaw sticking out under the shade, held out his arms upwards towards the red cross armoury and in return he was given a Kalashnikov which clearly filled him with a child like enthusiasm for careless destruction and mayhem. Once he had the weapon he was off into the crowd, shoving through until he reached a larger man with a larger pain tolerance who didn't ask for his weapon but instead saw fit to break his jaw for it, proving that no one enjoys waiting in queues, especially in you're used to taking to your hearts content. "Ah hell yeah, Christmas came early this year!" He chimed with a deep throaty cough that gave some inclining to the array of violent acts to come from the barrel of that rifle. From around the corner of the vehicle Ra's watched the kafuffle unfold before turning back to his hostage and witness.

"As a matter of fact we took another two vehicles from the warehouse and next week we shall take six and then after that twelve. I want my grip to slowly encroach around his throat and I want him to know that there is not a thing he can do about it. Let him hire all of Gotham for what I care, it will make no difference." And he hadn't even met Oswald Cobblepot but he knew of the Penguin all too well, a man who had managed to avoid the law like a plague victim for far too long but the League of Assassins were not the law, they were justice incarnate. But she was correct, it was always best to leave a single survivor to retell the horrid details to minds so easily swayed by tall tales and here say. Her story would be attributed as madness until they check the warehouse and find the bodies of their former comrades swinging upside down from the ceiling, their pride as well as their lives stolen from them. Crane was a fool but he was right in one aspect, fear can be a powerful ally for the coercion of your enemies. Ra's wanted Cobblepot to doubt to the extent that he'd mobilise his armies to find the ones responsible and when men look for war they will always find it waiting for them.

By now he had strolled a little way from the vehicle towards a broken bench that sat hanging on the fringes of the car park facing back towards the vehicle and the surrounding crowd. Before resting on it, Ra's' eyes gave a quick glance over the various curse words and gangland call signs that were either carved or sprayed over it. But he knew that it would take a few more minutes before they were finished unpacking so he might as well watch it comfort while he spoke with her. "When you came to Gotham for the first time did you imagine that this is where your criminal aspirations would lead you? Standing in a car park in the dead of night thanks to a thankless errand given by a frivolous dwarf? What exactly do you do for him besides act as kidnap material?" Motionless as ever his lips remained as tightly sealed as if they were bolted down with iron, not a smile nor a frown would creep onto his face by accident.

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It was nearly torturous to watch the process. The slime of Gotham were now in possession of weapons and materials they couldn’t even dream of obtaining in their dizziest daydreams – all at the cost of Mr. Oswald Cobblepott. With each item that was collected, she could have cringed. Imagining only what horrible task or torment would be deemed her punishment for such neglect only made matters worse. Still, outnumbered and overdressed, there wasn’t much her ability would help her with in such a situation. At least, other than escape. She could exaggerate her story when she returned. After all, she was the only survivor. The rest all remained in their own pool of blood in the warehouse. Surely by now Oswald was aware of the situation, regardless of Linsey’s directions toward her fellow department head. Too much time had passed with no contact on her end. At this point, Oswald not only counted the materials as a loss, but his shapeshifter as well.

She rolled her ice-blue eyes at his threats. While right now they did not seem all so serious, they were nothing to take lightly. It was going to require a lot of work to keep her operations under wraps if not only did she have to keep an eye out for the police, but this threat as well. “And what do you gain from all of this if nothing more than a resilient enemy? ” Linsey quizzed, a bit of boredom to her voice as her gaze settled back once more with the cab of the truck, currently unattended. She tightened her grip on the keys as his next series of questions clearly caught her in a foul mood. Linsey had asked herself nearly the same round of questions daily. The answer was quick to form in her head. No, she did not think she would be blackmailed into submission by a horrible little man and forced to do whatever he asked in trade for secrecy. However, her life had been transformed from the slave making martinis in his lounge to the master of his operations – which didn’t make the idea nearly as daunting. Regardless, it wasn’t where she wanted to be.

Of course, she couldn’t provide her hostage with such a heartfelt confession. “Kidnap material and nothing more,” She added with a heavy dose of sarcasm. “In fact I only was handed the job after mentioning in my resume how good I look in ropes.”

With that, she darted into the crowd of people all fighting over the materials the truck had once contained. Regardless of the intentions that her captor had once had for her, she wasn’t going to see that he had his way at least where she was concerned. Her red hair faded into a soft blonde within minutes. The crowd hiding her hardly noticed as one more person wiggled their way through the group, much less the altering appearance of the woman. A man nearby had ditched his jacket and bag to ruthlessly pound another man’s face into a bloody pulp. Linsey grabbed the jacket and slipped it on, its length completely hiding her designer dress.

Uneasy with standing still for too long, she began to arrange some of her other features. Considering the limited time she had, the pain was intense. Her face felt like it was burning and freezing at the same time. However, in another round of minutes she had developed more hallow, pointed features. Tanning her skin several shades in seconds, Linsey was transforming into a completely different person. There was neither the time nor tolerance to modify any more of her body. She wouldn’t be able to keep moving if she put herself through the process and that seemed key. Hopefully this was enough.

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Smirking through the darkness like the Cheshire cat to Alice, Ra's al Ghul lifted his gloved palms to the lightly damp lapels of his black Burberry jacket that clutched around his body even as a bracing cold ran through the cracks of the surrounding buildings. The weather in Gotham changed like the hairs on his jaw, eventually any warmth and vitality that managed to creep onto the scene would be removed by a cruel work of nature. Winter was coming and under a layer of frost and ice this City's fires will flicker away into ash and oblivion, gone like breath on a mirror in the wake of true judgment. Such thoughts only stoked his own inner passions, wetting their appetite that made his current plans look like merely foreplay before the main act. "That little man is of no personal worry, merely he is one of the larger cogs in this hell hole of a Town. He is what he is and what he is is of no true importance when you look at him as an individual. Still it's of no importance to you, Child you are but a pawn in this game." Cobblepot was nothing more than a knight so it wasn't too much of an insult.

Her sarcasm had no effect on a man with no personality so he swatted the comments away with simple silence however he knew that she was making her move before even she had decided on the perfect moment. The movements of her eyes, the positioning of her body, she might as well have just told him of her escape plans it would have made no real difference to a man who has lived for so long and has mastered an occupation such as the one he possesses. Yet he made no move to stop her, what would have been the point? He was going to let her go free any how, now she just saved him the effort of saying goodbye. Standing beneath the light of the dying lamp he watched her make for the crowd of restless citizens looking for Kalashnikovs as if they were in a grocery shop. There was something to her, an opportunity that could be used if the correct amount of pressure was applied in just the right manner. What uses could a man such as the Head of the Demon have for the top lieutenant of one of Gotham's biggest crime organisations? Plant the seed of treachery and watch it grow like a vine up the structure as truly all hold a vaulting sense of ambition within their heart that only waits for the chance to strike. If he gave her a chance to strike, would she take it?

With a quick hand gesture to one of the nearest Assassins who had began to raise his weapon, Ra's signalled off her death as he watched her sink to the crowd then in the blink of an eye she was gone before him. The back of her head became awash with the faces in the crowd and for the first time in many years he almost doubted his own senses. For eyes that can see the inner motivations of a man, that can look upon a City and see the grime that all others ignore, how could he have lost her? Was age finally catching up to him? He didn't know, all he knew was the perfect location for where to drop the van into the river.