The man bowed at the waist as a hooded man entered through the ornately carved doorway. “You grace us with your presence.”
The hooded man waved his hand at waist level as his only offer of acceptance for the complement and motioning that he wished to be left alone. He took a seat near the back of the office, his head dipping even lower as he drifted into deep mediation.
The hooded man sought to contact the priests of old and soon through his visions it was made. The two visions that appeared before him each took a distinct form though vaguely similar to his own. So long ago before he had understood fully what they were he had thought himself mad and had given them each a more reasonable names; Jake Lockley and Steven Grant. He now understood though that he was the chosen avatar of Khonshu and these were his other priests who were working in direct connection to the God of Vengeance as well.
The hooded man spoke to the visions with out words. “I have come as he has ordered.”
“He is displeased.”
“I have done as was requested. I know nothing else I can do to rid him of his displeasure.” The hooded man’s body nearly convulsed with in the chair. “I have committed no transgressions against him!”
“His displeasure is not with you.” The visions spoke in alternate turns.
“You have prepared many a body for his consumption to strengthen his hold over men.”
“With that he is pleased.”
“But there are others who choose to deface his quintessence.”
“Disfigure his embodiment.”
The hooded man’s body locked as if every muscle in his body flexed. “Show me the adversary and I shall smite him in his name!”
“There are more than one.”
“There are many.”
“Then I shall slay them all.” With the offer the hooded man’s body relaxed.
“As he hoped you would.”
“As he knew you would.”
The visions faded from his mind’s eye and in there stead a vision of an industrial complex appeared. Once all the information could be gleaned from the vision the hooded man opened his eyes. He pulled the hood back from head and the air felt cool against his shaven skin. He stood as the man before him waited for his orders. “Gather your willing parishioners, those true to Khonshu for we move tonight!”
“As he commands.” The bowed and quickly turned to leave the room.
Marc Spector watched him leave. “By your light Khonshu, those that transgress against you shall be brought to an end!”
-Gotham East Docks~Three Hours Later-
“B! We’ve got a situation at S.T.A.R. Labs.”
Batman stood over the two men he had subdued after attempting to break into the Wayne Enterprise’s warehouse. “Send GPD to my location for pick up. I’ll be there in six minutes.”
Batman leapt into the Batmobile and accelerated down the road toward S.T.A.R. labs. “Send me what you can.”
To his right the monitor screen flickered on and the security feed from STAR labs showed the gatehouse being overrun by large group of people. Batman spun the wheel as he broke around a curve and passed in and between vehicles. “Back up and enhance frames one twelve through one fifteen. Necklace.”
“Good catch B.” Oracle quickly zoomed in and enhanced the necklace, digital erasing the surrounding area and matched it through her database.
“It’s an updated symbol for Khonshu. Egyptian God of the moon and vengeance.” Oracle explained what she had found out. “That would explain the lack of guns by the intruders. But what are they doing here in Gotham?”
“S.T.A.R. Labs took the sub contract from NASA recently. Cross check against nuclear reactors.” Batman was still about three minutes out and the traffic was getting worse. “Are any of the others available?’
“Negative R is at the Tower and N is off the air.” Oracle pulled up the files reading the information. “A nuclear reactor on the moon? No wonder these people are upset. I mean what are the coolant options?”
“You’d be surprised. Wayne Enterprises passed on the contract.” Batman took his eyes of the screen as he drew nearer to S.T.A.R. Labs. “I’ll be going in through the east wing.”
“Copy. R & D Labs for Nuclear Moon Project on Sublevel two. Breach has been recorded.” Oracle sent the blueprints to Batman’s screen. “Stairwell two hundred feet in. Elevator shaft on north side at three fifty.”