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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2016 13:26:48 GMT -5
It was the belief of the valued intelligence gathering department that helped comprise the League of Assassins that no one was out of their grasp, that their movements were beyond their abilities to track and that time was the only factor in the acquisition of a target. So when it came to locating the former not so much a brother in arm but an asset to be abused when needed: Dr. Jonathan Crane, it didn't take too long for the hooves of Ra's' men to be beating down onto his hide away. A man of notoriety to such an extent as that of a fallen scientist turned phobia dealing terrorist and murderer wasn't their most difficult find to date. Previous known hideouts, locations where he could get the resources he required to operate a laboratory of some size. None of these inquiries into the criminal hub of Gotham turned up any promising leads. This was why the tracking device was installed as an insurance policy in case of a rogue departure. If it wasn't for Hariq's call they would have been forced to spend more resources on the matter and Ra's was owed his latest and perhaps last donation courtesy of the good Doctor.
The relationship between Crane and Nigma was a turbulent one reported to Ra's as one which would make any romantic comedy screenwriter envious as it was one of betrayal and admiration, two psychopaths fuelled by an intellectual stagnation to achieve, whether it be to prove themselves to be the most intelligent man in the room or the scariest. It old made sense that the wounded animal would make the Riddler's home his own as he recovered from his time in the care of Lex Luthor himself. In the past few months the League had seen fit to distance themselves from the Scarecrow, he was no longer a primary instrument in their plans but they were willing to let him defect to Luthor's side in the hope that the man would make good use of his expertise. Being that as it may before their contact with one another ceased, Ra's gave Crane one final job; to extract and replicate a serum from Man Bat which would be used to enhance a subject to super human levels of efficiency: the path to utopia would need guardians of such an impeccable calibre. A month had passed since they had last spoken, since the project deadline was set and accordingly it was time to collect the debt owed so that Crane could be free to serve another for a time.
From what surveillance had reaped, Scarecrow had hardly left the apartment since he had arrived, only once moving to Lexcorp itself. An Assassin knew the importance of patience, how best to plot and manipulate a situation accordingly. No point visiting him at the company, security risk wouldn't be worth it when a home visit could be arranged with so much more ease. And so here the Demon himself stood, at the end of a long corridor styled in an art deco theme to match the age of the building. It was subtle, not an in your face look but one which worked well. No doubt Jonathan had failed to appreciate or even notice any of this artistic design, he'd be too busy looking down at his worn shoes as he gritted his teeth under his hushed voice. He wore a silk black suit that matched the black shirt he wore beneath which in turn reflected the black and grey paisley pattern on his tie and the dark scarf that ran its way around his neck. It was February apparently but the weather in Gotham, like everything else was irresponsible with its promises of a new season. Two men with a similar absence of colour flanked him, marching in step with their glorious god of a leader. This was the room. He sighed and gave a brief tap on the door.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Mar 27, 2016 17:26:43 GMT -5
Dr. Crane was deeply immersed in his work. Papers were scattered about the desk and rested in different places at different angles in Edward’s back office. He’d been getting used to the new apartment building. They were up high enough off the ground that it was difficult to be snuck up on but he’d taken precautions to make sure he wouldn’t be found by just anyone looking for him. They would be most likely looking for Edward, who made his presence scarce when Miss Glass was around. He refused to enter the apartment when she was present and when Dr. Crane didn’t leave her at the lab he brought her with him. She was around the apartment somewhere but not the focus of his attention at the moment.
His pencil scratched at the paper furiously as he continued to purpose ideas and different formulas to perfect his masterpiece. But it wasn’t coming exactly like he wanted. Frustrated he laid the pencil down and swiped his hand through his hair. The doctor closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to visualize more clearly what he was thinking about in his head. When they opened again he caught a movement on the camera that quickly went out of view.
Edward’s paranoia knew no boundaries. When he had first learned about how many cameras were installed in and around the apartment building it was difficult to come to any other conclusion than Edward was deathly afraid of not being the first to see what was coming. The unknown was often the first fright for most. The doctor leaned forward and grabbed the computer mouse to turn on several other monitors and manage the cameras. His eyes widened, he felt his heart move into his throat and his pupils dilate into a pulse.
Dr. Crane shoved out from Edward’s desk quickly and gathered up as many papers as he could. He rushed out of the room and called for Miss Glass. “We’re leaving, Now!” He called out, knowing it would get her attention, it wasn’t the first time he’s had to get her to move quickly and out of a place at a moment’s notice. They couldn’t leave through the front door, that’s exactly where the demon head was moving toward. Instead, he went into Edward’s bedroom for the convenient fire escape.
Quickly, he folded the paper he had grabbed into halves and tucked them into the inside of his jacket. Once he felt he had enough he opened the window and proceeded out of it. They needed to get out of there fast, Him much faster than Miss Glass. Ra’s had never seemed too interested in her, even if he’d found her without his presence he imagined she would be alright. The cool night air hit him and for a brief moment, he tasted freedom until a blade came to his throat. As quickly as he’d left the window he was backing back into it with his hands up. “Alright…Alright, lets..Not get carried away…” He tried to let the league member know he wasn’t going to try and run now.
He heard the knock on the door from where he stood and he motioned to the other member that he was going to answer it. The assassin followed him, weapon still pointed threateningly if he didn’t do what he was supposed to. He backed up down the hall until he got to the front door. With one hand he opened it slowly, his hands still in sight.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Mar 28, 2016 2:12:48 GMT -5
Though she's taken an interest in Jon's lab work, there's a fine line between lab work and lab-related paper work. The former Heather can actually care about if she tries hard enough. The latter... well, she's fast asleep when Jon's shout startles her awake. Fortunately for him, it's her and not VerMillion who is sleeping - she's a very light sleeper and VerMillion is definitely not. And it's rare for Jon to shout - it's rare for him to make much noise ever. So the sound of him yelling is plenty to wake her from her sleep and cause her to come running - something is happening, and it's serious.
She's out of her room within five seconds, reaching Jon's side moments later. She's still a bit hazy from being so suddenly woken, but the adrenaline is helping with that rather quickly. She doesn't bother asking Jon what's going on - does that really matter? She follows him into the bedroom, now practically his shadow - whatever's going on, it's serious and she feels like the only safe place is right next to Jon where he can protect her if need be.
As a result, she's on her way out the window when she suddenly finds herself having to quickly back into the room again - a terrifying sight in front of her: Jon, with a blade at his neck. The sight makes her breath stop, and she finds herself scrambling to make sure that Jon stays between her and the man threatening him. Though she can't speak, her eyes are wide in terror as she ends up leading the way to the door in order to keep herself in what feels like the safest possible spot. When she sees that Jon means to open the door, however, she steps aside - placing herself behind the opening door but just barely within Jon's reach, her face about as pale as she's capable of being.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2016 13:53:05 GMT -5
With what little apprehensive effort Crane opened the door with, Ra's was sure to compensate by all but forcing his way into the corridor with a firm push from his open palm on the door, his men following suit. Whether it was necessary to shove the Doctor back into the main room or not was irrelevant as for this man Ra's had a particular lack of patience or empathy which left him as one dispassionate individual. The sight of a craven such as the Scarecrow being pushed around like the slave that he is; simply put he enjoyed watching him struggle under the weight of his boot. One of the men to his side grabbed him by the rough of his worn shirt only to throw him head first into the nearest desk before returning back to the side of their master like a well trained hound back from the kill. Besides Ra's there were now three Assassins in the room, each garbed in an identical monotone streak.
What little decorum had once skulked between these walls had faded under the careless watch of the Scarecrow, a man embroiled solely in his work to the point that Ra's al Ghul was a little taken back to find the girl with him. A distraction nothing more but the notion of love is alien to a man who's life is entirely focused around the studying of a single emotion. Clearly there was a chink in his psychosis. But evaluating his mental state wasn't the reason why he was towering over him today. "Your time is up, Dr. Crane. Give me what is owed and you will be left to your depravity for the time being until I see fit to call upon your select services again." Though he wasn't on the clock the thought of being in the presence of a man such as him chilled him to the bone and turned his stomach. Was it a sign of the times that the Leagues of Assassins, defenders of humanity's future and upholders of order is forced to solicit aid from a being such as Crane? His criminal mind was the very anti-Christ of their honourable crusade, a call for anarchy in comparison to a desire to see a strict structure implemented.
As much as he wanted to redecorate the walls of this apartment with his insides, Ra's managed to restrain himself with the knowledge that with all that was to come, with the changes that Gotham was on the verge of experiencing, the chances of the League requiring the services of someone such as the Scarecrow were quite high. Though he would claim to be an idealist with his noble aspirations for man, in reaching those lofty dreams he was ever the pragmatist, ready to do what is necessary even if that means such associations are to be built. A quick glance was given to the only woman in the room who seemed to embody all that Crane would want in a companion for she said nothing and kept to the corners. If she was supporting his depravity then she would be treat with a similar animosity from Ra's. Kneeling down next to Crane, the Head of the Demon grabbed the collar of his shirt and motioned as if he would hurt him in some fashion but rather he felt the quality of the shirt before sighing and standing back up again to inspect what was on the table.
"Mr. Nigma has poor taste in decoration and with whom he spends his time in the company of. But I'm not here for him, business has once again brought me to your door and with the recent improvements in Gotham's penitentiary system I don't have the time to afford you any more time." With his work on Dr. Langstrom's genome, perhaps there was a chance at elevating the League to previously unreachable levels. The path to enlightenment will be well guarded.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jul 6, 2016 7:49:00 GMT -5
Before the doctor was even able to open his mouth again his hair was gripped from behind by one of Ra’s men. He was drug to the side and his face collided with the table. The impact nearly threw his jaw, making it difficult to even respond to whatever he was saying at this point. The doctor staggered in the assassin’s grip but he didn’t fight his hold. He was forced to look at the demon head once more, but he could hardly see. The lights distorted in his home and the room shifted around him. When the image of Ra's settled in front of him he had little time to think before he was grabbed again, this time by his self - proclaimed master and was forced to look upon him.
The position was already degrading enough but Dr. Crane had something in the back of his mind reminding him that this situation was temporary. There were already things he was testing that would free him of anyone that threatened to hold him. He would no longer be strapped to this man of his own will. The doctor would have left a long time ago if it weren't for the flower but it is the reason he'd gotten caught up in it in the first place. However, freedom is fleeting and Ra's wasn't the type to give up his assets. Dr. Crane knew he was valuable alone and that, besides having kept him alive this long, would have probably carried well after his dependence on the flower. He had feeling that even after he'd broken his bond with Ra's over the plant that he would still call upon his assistance.
How could he refuse? He'd thought of several ways that might be possible, twisted fantasy of the many ways he could ruin Ra's, but none of them were even worth doing as long as he was dependent on the source outside Ra's home. Something so precious was sitting right on his doorstep and it bound him to the man unwillingly. If this new formula worked, it would change everything. But that wasn't the formula that Ra's was after, or knew about and he planned to keep it that way as long as he could.
The doctor cringed, still aching from the slam to his body. His eyes locked on his "masters" and he listened to him speak. Slowly, the doctor rose to his feet with him, making sure each movement was what Ra's wanted. He had no desire to be thrown in his lab again. The chemicals here were too fragile to make sudden movements. "I don't need any more time….It's finished." He glanced to a small box under one of the lab tables. It was rigged with a long cord that ran to a door in the hall and underneath it. When Mr. Nigma had left he'd taken the time to redecorate for him. He had a feeling that he wouldn't have approved of the changes, but for him to keep a lab it was a necessity. He eyed Miss Glass that hand been standing in the room observing the scene. "Miss Glass, retrieve the black case in the small fridge for these men." He sent her to get it rather than himself.
Dr. Crane would rather hand it himself, being as fragile as it was but he doubted Ra's wanted him moving very far and at the risk of being thrown into something important he decided to let Miss Glass do it instead. She would have known what he was talking about after all. For the last tireless month she had watched him work on it day and night. He didn't sleep anyway but he couldn't deny the ache in his bones and the sudden moments he'd awaken from what seemed to be a black out. The result would just lead to getting immediately back to work on this project that he'd been assigned by this man. The task wasn't simple, but he had done enough splicing of his own to make this work. What he hadn't told Ra's was that his own version of it was imperfect and he wanted to keep that bit of information to himself.
"The experiment was a success and I've mass produced it for you. There should be enough samples in the case to make a sizeable start." He explained his solution but kept it there. He had little interest in giving out more information than he wanted to and even smaller interest in speaking when Ra's didn't want him to. Whatever he was making, probably an army of these creatures, was going to be beautiful…..Especially when his imperfections shined through.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Jul 13, 2016 19:50:08 GMT -5
Knocked back a bit when the door is opened so forcefully, Heather gets a front row seat to the confrontation between to two men. The effect that it has on her cannot be understated - ever since she was first weaned off of the brave toxin, she's seen Jon as her protector in a very scary world. This isn't the first time she's seen him being thrown around, but perhaps by sheer luck it's only the second. And the Penguin wasn't quite this immediately bad, at least that she saw personally. A part of her is immediately furious - you don't do that to Jon, no matter who you are! But a much, much larger part of her is instead terrified - if the man she looks to for protection is not only being harmed but is acting so submissive, then whoever this is must be very dangerous indeed.
So it shouldn't come as a surprise to Jon at least when she suddenly gasps - a sign that Heather nearly passed out from holding her breath again and VerMillion has stepped in to stop that from happening. A couple deep breaths later, and that tiny, angry part of her that was too buried beneath fear to do anything suddenly finds itself in free to do as it pleases.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" she suddenly demands of the oddly dressed man who seems to be in charge. Who is now seeing a very rare sight - someone without fear. She's not even being defensive with her question - that would mean that she feels the need to defend something like a small dog barking to make the scary thing go away - instead it's asked in disgust. VerMillion does not see Jon as her protector but he is, however, someone that she likes and she doesn't like it when someone hurts him for that reason. And obviously well trained ninjas wielding obviously dangerous weapons don't phase her in the least. And that in spite of the fact that she's quite obviously no physical threat - Ra's above all people knows that you shouldn't judge someone's ability to fight purely on the basis of their gender and physique, but it would be incredibly difficult for someone to obtain much fighting skill with so little muscle tone.
It's then that she remembers that Jon was asking her to get the black case. Of course she knows what he's referring to, but instead of making any move to go get it, she looks over at him in mild disbelief and comments, "These are the guys you were making that shit for? Then they'd better be fucking grateful for it! You've been working your ass off on it. Don't give it to them, Jon - they don't deserve it."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2016 10:20:33 GMT -5
Having only been stood in the room for a few moments, Ra's already longed to leave the vicinity as the putrid chemical scents and lingering sight of the Scarecrow's corruption had been well and truly etched into the framework of the suite. Taking a step back from Crane without offering him a hand up back onto his feet, the emerald feline like eyes that gleamed from his face ran over the furniture and dust covered table tops before settling on the stray blade of light that cleaved through the closed curtains providing some of the other natural light in the darkened hovel. With a slight tug he opened them further, shedding no small amount of illumination on everyone in the room. As he did so the men that he brought with them continued to hover by the side of the good Doctor with another standing ready next to his female companion.
"Excellent, you've staved off disappointment for another day. Give what is owed and we shall be on our way until next we have need off your disposition." The very thought of a depraved soul such as Jonathan Crane made the Demon's skin crawl with disgust and anger for he was a being who abused his gifts to service his own erratic and insanity induced beliefs, a waste of what could be a revolutionary mind. Instead the Scarecrow attempts to make a mockery of emotions in his attempt to quantify the impossible for no other reason that to indulge his depravity. Yet the scientist in Ra's could live with that for he had once held a similar burning passion for answers in his youth but the man that he had become could not tolerate his pitiful mentality nor his selfish greed. The Demon held more control over fear than any to be found in one of his little vials.
Placing the palms of his hands onto the lapels of his coat, Ra's expected this to take a few more moments and then he could leave and taste the sweet summer air again. However what interrupted his optimism was the unexpected questioning of the petite woman who burned with an unflinching anger. To speak in such an insolent tone meant that she was either suicidal or stupid, not knowing who she was regarding with such an irritating child like frustration. "Your concubine has more strength than you do, Crane." He smirked a devilish smirk as he turned to face her, looking at every inch of her form with a quick movement of his head before he stood towering over her with the same expression that a disappointed head master would give a disruptive student. "Stay your tongue before I have it removed, these matters do not concern you Child. You lack inhibition, any sense from the brain that would tell the mouth to cease its rattling. Though you do have to compensate for your pathetic lover." He stood but arms length from her, assessing the potential threat that she could pose and Ra's judged that she posed no real danger if her words became violent actions.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Aug 15, 2016 17:08:41 GMT -5
The apartment had taken a turn for the better in the doctors opinion since he moved in. Edward always tend to put things that were trivial in his home. The pieces of artwork that he'd hung were still on the walls, though the chemicals were starting to peel at some of the paint. He didn't bother with taking them down or changing things on the wall that didn't matter to him. There was a lot of furniture that had been either removed from the house or completely destroyed. Aside from a couch and a bed in Miss Glass room there was very little that he needed. Lab tables and chairs along with medical equipment were the main elements that he needs in his home. It wasn't unusual for the home to be the work place in his world.
Dr. Crane did take special care to make sure that Miss Glass had everything she needed however. There was a bed and some furniture that she wanted . He'd pulled in a vanity for her from an apartment room down the hall that he'd stolen from. Miss Glass needed it more than them anyway. He had also brought in a new hamster cage and some special lighting that he'd worked on himself. He had a project in the works for her but he'd had little time to work on it between Ra's and Luthor. They'd both kept him very busy of late. Ra's was a more pressing matter and he just wanted to be done with it, as terrible as it was to hand something so precious over to him. It was a glorious form of work that should only be in his own hands.
His brow twitched a bit as Ra's mentioned his ongoing contract once more. It didn't seem to matter how much he delivered, he would never be free from it. When he first entered it he knew he would never be free from it and even after he would find a way to have the flower on his own, he'd never be freed from it. Ra's thought that he could tie him down until he took his life. It was the promise that he'd been given from the very beginning. But that was the part that Ra's never fully understood. He couldn't die…
He was expecting Miss Glass to just do as she was told. For the most part, she was pretty good at that. But instead, she not only refused to do as he asked but went in further to insult his captor. He turned back and looked at her. His eyes were empty, as if she'd just killed them both. At the same time he stood there in disbelief that she had actually decided that it was a good idea to say that. VerMillion was unable to act upon her primary emotion and therefore she wasn't going to submit as easily as she should be here but this was about doing the smart thing and just doing what he said.
He watched carefully as Ra's turned his attention to her and slowly his eyes went back to him. He would not allow him to bring her to any harm. If it needed to happen this way he was already planning in his head exactly what he was going to do and what he was going to grab to get VerMillion out of the way, the focus on him and to escape the situation completely. It would be something that he could recover from later. He didn't know how much Ra's had been studying while he watched him, but VerMillion was a side project he'd never discussed with him.
Lover. The word itself made him twitch. He took a step forward and tried to gain Ra's attention again. "She doesn't understand." He attempted to clarify for him. He looked to VerMillion for a moment. "Do as I say." There was a bite in his tone this time, a certain sternness that he rarely used with her. Even in the beginning most of her choices were only choices of illusion. He made he believe that she could leave whenever she wanted and because of that she made all the choice he wanted, most of the time. "It's in the black case.." He allowed the option for his men to get it instead of her. If she wasn't going to do as he told her to then she needed to leave the room.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Aug 22, 2016 20:58:10 GMT -5
The thing about threats and intimidation is that both operate of them work only because they inspire fear. They both cause the person to become concerned about what might happen if they upset the person directing these things at them. But in VerMillion, where the slightest fragment of fear has never been seen, they have no effect at all. When he takes note of her words, she doesn't even appear to be steeling herself for any sort of a confrontation - his smile and open assessment of her cause her no discomfort. The way that he towers over her and the expression on his face do not impress her.
His words do cause a reaction - several, actually. In fact the first two occur at the same time, because his first statement causes her to look pleased with herself even as she lightly objects to it. "Concubine?" she questions, not certain that she appreciates the word choice even though she clearly likes the overall opinion expressed.
The rest of what he says goes over less well, mostly because she simply cannot appreciate threats. Whether it's because she can't worry about whether or not he actually means it or isn't afraid of having her tongue removed, the words have no effect on her. So she doesn't even bother to address them, though she has plenty to say about the rest. "Hey, if Jon is involved, then it's my concern. And I'm not a child, I'm a short adult, excuse you. And excuse me for telling you like it is. Who is more pathetic, the guy who actually knows how to make cool shit, or the guy who has to bully someone out of it?" she responds, calmly looking him straight in the eye the entire time.
Fortunately for perhaps everyone in this situation, just because she can't fear doesn't mean that she can't learn from past mistakes. And resorting to violence is something she's noted is usually a mistake - it doesn't usually work out. Which isn't enough to inhibit her entirely, but she's only likely to attempt violence if truly provoked. Usually she just, as the man she's confronting now has noticed, run off at the mouth.
But though she's not afraid to do so, she is not immune to Jon's words. Not because he used a strong tone - that's just as effective as the other man's threats - but she actually cares about what he thinks. He's Jon, after all. Though that doesn't mean that she doesn't still disagree with how he's now behaving. "You want to give the bully what he wants instead of growing a pair? Fine - your choice. But he's just going to do it again, you know. And he's right - it's pathetic," she replies, but then she actually moves to go get the case. If Jon wants her to do that so badly, she'll do it - even if she thinks it's ridiculous.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 3:08:25 GMT -5
There was a fire in her, a passion and soul that burnt twice as bright as the dwindling ember found in Dr. Crane's pathetic excuse of a husk. To have lived through so many generations, even a fairly liberal man, which Ra's once considered he was, would have little notion concerning the importance of the female role in society. Of course their role in the tribe was a fairly honoured one, they raised the young and hunted when they could, a respected position. However since the dawn of the 20th century, the rate at which Women's rights had intensified ten fold, surprised the old devil more than most changes. How, after five hundred years of patriarchal social engineering could he readily accept their new equality. For these reasons he was particularly taken back by VerMillion's angered responses, though he found them more amusing than angering. "Unfortunately, we do not live in a world where genius is appreciated, where the 'bully' is the only enforcer that matters. We bully for the day when we no longer have to and your partner is helping us achieve such a dream, take solace from that."
A futurist at heart, but a realist in his mind, Ra's wasn't one known for his idealistic methods. If extortion and intimidation ensured his goals then he was more than willing to use them, after all the ends always justify the means. Frankly he held no regard for the way he treat Crane, as to him this was a form of mercy as he had originally designed to run his sword straight through him. Life is life. As Jon told him where the case could be found, Ra's bent his head slightly to the side to give one of his men a passing glance. The large framed black suit clad footman understood the request and went off to retrieve the package, coming back a few moments later with it in hand. Before he returned, a silver pocket watch was pulled from Ra's' breast pocket, which he examined for a second before quickly stuffing it back out of sight. "On the table." And so the slight black case was lowered down onto the desk, the bolts unlocked and the lid lifted: showing off the contents of its interior to a Ra's al Ghul who had taken a step closer.
Inside sat a row of syringes, around ten in total, held in place by small metallic bands across their shafts. Uncoupling one from its holding, Ra's held one up into the light so he could marvel at it in a closer proximity. "Brilliant, truly brilliant." Within the vial presided a dull yellow liquid, motionless behind the glass. Within here lay opportunity, science had once again reached out to extend man a helping hand. With his creation the passage of mankind to the next evolution of society could be safeguarded. "We will require the formula if we're to make more in the future, forward to us as soon as possible." Delicately he placed the syringe back into the casing before closing the case, locking it safely back together before clicking his fingers to his men, signalling that their time here was finished. Not other word need said, the League merely made its way to the door, this particular debt had been collected in full, now they need only test it to make sure that it works.
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