Role Play Board: Friday Night Part One

Friday Night Part One

Posted by Robin on 6/4/2009, 5:17 pm
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----------Friday June Fifth, The Robin's Nest----------
They say that Gotham City was constructed over an expansive and putrid swamp, land so vile that the Saponi Indian tribe, who were native to the region, refused to muster the slightest defense as the Europeans stormed and seized ownership of the festering quagmire. I've always found it disparagingly humorous that despite our multitude of advancements over the previous millenia, and for all our presumptions of civility and refinement, we're still more or less a populace of parasites swimming through that same fetid bog.

Then each morning, the righteous sun climbs past the horizon, casting its warmth on the aforementioned swamp, and I, at the bright and early hour of twelve noon, awaken with a rejuvenated sense of hope and possibility for the city that I've dedicated my life to protecting. I guess that makes me and optimist, or a romantic, or possibly a fool. Regardless of which is accurate I know that, in the wake of all I'm forced to witness once that burning star plummets from the sky, hope is really all I have left to cling to.

I can't help but shudder as I spy the calender beside my bed and realize it's the first Friday in June. The weekend, and the the unofficial beginning of summer, two items that signal an upsurge of crime and disorder, and it's unfortunately been a busy week already.

----------Wednesday June Third, Gotham First National Trust, Parking Lot----------

"Where are we at?" venerable police Commissioner James Gordon questions as he exits his unmarked squad and snatches a microphone headset from the Emergency Response Team officer awaiting his arrival.

"Nothing new sir," the patrolman responds, "we still don't know if there are any hostages, and we've received no demands as of yet."

The Commissioner lets out a audible sigh as he looks to his watch and marches to the on site command center. "Twelve after ten," he mutters, "Barbara's going to kill me." Gordon approaches the tent that houses the command center, plodding his way forward as the mass of police part in his wake. He pushes his way inside and immediately addresses Lieutenant Jenkins, the Emergency Response Team captain. "I want a full debriefing."

"The alarm records for Gotham's First National Trust indicate the silent robbery alarm was triggered nearly thirty-five minutes ago," the Lieutenant begins.

"That's the second bank owned by Bruce Wayne that's been hit this week," the Commissioner interrupts.

"Yes sir," Jenkins validates before continuing. "As I was saying, the radio car patrolling this sector was the first on scene," he says with a sombre tenor trembling in his throat, "they broke proto call and approached the bank without back-up." Jenkins eyes slink to the floor before forcing the frog from his throat. "Unprovocated shots were fired from within the bank, killing Patrolman Rutherford on scene, and later Sargent Johnson while in transit to Gotham General Hospital."

Jim removes his glasses with his left hand while running the fingers on his right hand through his tired eyes then back through his ever graying hair. He replaces his glasses then, with clear frustration in his voice, asks, "are your infiltration teams ready?"

"Yes sir," Jenkins eagerly replies, "awaiting your command."

"Alright," Gordon states with resignation while regrettably recognizing the blood lust in his officers wild eyes. "You," as he begins to launch the operation, his cell phone rings in his pocket, momentarily delaying his order. He peers at the phones caller identification which reads "Rob", before deftly answering it. "The Mayor," he mouths to his impatient Lieutenant, "give me a moment." Gordon waits for his subordinates to exit the tent before pressing the phone to his ear and whispering, "We have another bank robbery, and two..."

"Two dead officers," the voice on the other end of the phone interrupts, "I know, I'm already inside."

"How did you...," the Commissioner questions with exhasberation, "you know what, I don't even want to know."

"Give me twenty minutes and I can end this without bloodshed," the voice states with confidence, completely ignoring the humor in Gordon's resigned tone.

"Unfortunately blood is exactly what my men want." Jim says while pondering his dilemma. "The team is already in place, they're not going to wait that long. I'm sorry the best I can do is five." As the Commissioner mouths his last word the caller on the other end of the line disconnects leaving Gordon alone. "Even over the phone they just disappear," he mutters to himself while Lieutenant Jenkins re-enters. "I got the Mayor's blessing, we breach in five minutes."