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Posted by Slade
on 7/3/2009, 5:53 pm
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Star City, Tarver Industries
Ollie watches the security guards making their rounds, eyeing his watch to get a sense of their timing. The toxicology report had come back on the mask that Slade had left for Oliver giving Ollie the information he needed. The chemical on the mask was a high grade fertilizer still in the testing phase at Tarver industries. The first step in disabling a trap is realizing it is there, he says to himself.
Green Arrow makes his move after they pass out of sight, easily clearing the fence using his bow like a pole vault. Landing smoothly, he makes a quick dash to one of the deep shadows against the main building. Following the blueprint he got through a contact at the city planning office Oliver makes his way towards the shipping dock area. Fortunately for Oliver the plant is closed on weekends so the security guards should be the only people he has to worry about.
Oliver stops at the corner of the building and takes a quick glance around. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out what looks like a large straw. From another pocket he removes a tiny pin with a small cluster of feathers on the rear end. Oliver takes a deep breath and rounds the corner taking aim at the security camera on the wall above the door. He quickly spits the dart that streaks into the wall and ricochets into the back of the camera. The complex circuitry in the dart interfaces with the camera, causing the image to loop but the time signature to move forward.
Ollie’s next stop is the door that has a simple key code entry system. Oliver removes a small device that looks like a calculator with wires hanging off of it. He pries the face off the key pad and finds the node that he needs. Oliver attaches the wire from his device and it begins to run through a number series. Oliver’s eyes move left and right even though he should have atleast a couple minutes before a guard should be back this way. Arriving at the appropriate code, the door unlocks. Oliver puts the code breaker back in his pocket and makes his way inside.
Oliver finds himself at the bottom of a small flight of four stairs that lead up to the main level of the shipping dock. To the right of the stairs is a small office, the lights off and the door closed. To the left is a row of dock doors, each with a dock plate the can be lifted into place when the door is open and a truck is in. Ahead lay the main body of the plant, a vast dimly lit expanse with large rows of metal racking.
“All right, lets get this over with,” Ollie whispers to himself, knocking an arrow in his bow. Oliver makes his way up to the main level of the plant, the low light vision specs built into his mask kicking in. The only lights inside are tiny emergency lights spaced at distant intervals. The massive metal racks that stretch to the ceiling are filled with materials are arranged into rows.
Oliver tries the door to the office and finds it is unlocked. He opens the door and takes a quick look inside to ensure that no one is hiding before moving on. According to the plans he read, the offices and research area lay in the North West quadrant while there is a charging bay for tow motors to the north east. Deciding to check the charging bay first Ollie begins to move quickly. He moves from shadow to shadow and keeps his eyes on the racking above for any sign of movement.
The sound of faint foot falls snaps Oliver’s head around as he takes aim at the darkness. There is an irregularity to the footfalls as the draw closer as Green Arrow waits. Slade wouldn’t make a mistake unless he was sure of his advantage. Oliver ducks his head and slips into an open spot in one of the racks keeping his bow aimed. Coming down one of the darkened rows are a pair of large Doberman Pinchers. They stop when they first see Ollie but begin to stalk forward growling.
“Guess they don’t mark dogs on blueprints…”
Star City, Queen Industries
“Gavin come over here and look at this view,” Slade says as he looks out from the window in Oliver Queen’s office. Slade’s young apprentice crosses the room to stand beside his mentor, adjusting his new uniform. The smaller version of Slade’s garb is completed by the short sword across his back and the dagger on his belt. “The view is much nicer from up here than it is from the slums isn’t it?”
“Yes it is sir. I’m never going back there,” the boy adds after a short pause.
“You have come a long way in a very short time and you have succeeded beyond even my expectations. But things get harder from here on out, are you sure you are ready?”
“I am.”
“Excellent, will you please go and check on our guests. Once you are done in there please arm the device on the door using the code I showed you.”
“Yes sir,” the boy replies as he hurries off leaving Deathstroke alone. Slade turns his attention to the computer on the desk the still has the message on it saying ‘identity confirmed Mr. Queen.’ Slade presses enter and begins to look through the list of files. Slade inserts a travel disc into an open USB port and begins to copy the files. The process takes a couple of minutes and Gavin returns as he is finishing.
“I checked on our guests, armed the door, and double checked the by pass on the alarm.”
“Very good,” Slade purrs. “Have a seat and relax I am sure our nemesis will make contact very soon.”
“No disrespect sir, but how can you be so confident that he will no deviate from your plan.”
“This is why you must study your prey so closely, learning every scrap every detail. In a game like this it all comes down to the variables. The more of them that you can eliminate, the better chance that your plans will succeed.”
“Aren’t you worried that Green Arrow will bring other members of the Justice league with him when he comes?”
“I have played on two of his biggest character flaws in baiting this trap. First I have played on his pride by goading him into this confrontation, making it personal. The second is his concern for others, which will not allow him to put anyone in danger in his place.”
“I see,” the boy answers leaning back in his chair. “Were are we going next?”
“We will be leaving for New York first thing in the morning, our next assignment is there. I have someone already scouting our next target because we have a time limit on the next one.”
“There is someone you trust well enough to do that.”
“Not really, but I seem to have no choice…”
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