Post by Oracle on Jun 24, 2014 19:59:48 GMT -5
Oracle brought up Shreck Corp and began the necessary steps onto creating a staff position of secretary for Zinda. The position created and she filled out the false information. With the paperwork filled out in just moments, she printed out the ID tag with access to all floors and security measures. Next, she did the same for did the same for Dinah and her maid service hired on the first shift with equal access before placing it in a Manila envelopes and calling for a bike messenger. Once the tags were sent out, she returned to her desk and spoke to the mic. Her voice sounded a little more cut and full of focus, it wasn't as curt and clipped as Batman's voice by far, but it was clear she was in business mode.
"Your Identification are in Manila envelopes under the nearest mailbox by the buildings. In case you run into trouble, you're in the system." She checked her GCPD database search and found it still scanning to link up with her father's patrol car. With that, she left it to continue and slid toward the left hand panels of her display screens. The large face of the watchtower clock cast a perfect shadow over the area behind her, Gotham's skyline on the horizon begin her line if computer monitors. She listened as Dinah gave her instructions to the women, allowing her blue eyes to travel up and rest on the view. Her father was out there somewhere, in what condition se couldn't be sure. Two face and Joker were out and he was missing, the thought brought her to her memories as a child when the first reign of their chaos took Gotham. Harvey Dent had pressed the barrel of a gun to her mother's head, then her own, then took her brother from her mother as she screamed. Her father's face, she'd never forget it. He had pleased with Harvey, yelled at him to take the gun away from his family. The Batman had saved her brother as her mother wept and clung to Barbara, small and meek with her wide blue eyes. The sick minds of Gotham had plagued her family since she was young, targeted the Commissioner as a weakness. He'd ha to waste every source to save his family, to hold them again a she remembered the nights since when he'd hold her and tell her he'd never let anything happen to them again. His arms had rocked her to sleep on her lavender bed and she'd wake under his police coat that smelled of her father and coffee.
It was her turn to ensure he was safe. Her turn to waste every effort and live off of caffeine until the case was solved and he was home safe. Batman wasnt there to slip from the shadows and be counted on to save everyone. But wherever he was, he was doing his damnedest to ensure he would be, she knew. An he was relying on those he trained and mentored to do as he'd instructed. He trusted them to do the right thing. And they would.
With the means to get into their sorted buildings sent out an waiting to be picked up, Oracle tugged her mind from memories and tapped into Helena's comm link, adding it to her all over conversation so that all the women could hear her at once.
"A briefing at the end of the night is a good idea. We can meet at my headquarters." She turned her attention to the screen surveying thei locations and calculated each path they were to head for their destination, helping her alleviate concerns as to where they might bump into trouble should that be a concern. "Collect a sample of that honey and keep an eye out for anything connected to deliveries of it made to Arkham. It seems Batman has his work done for the most part in the cells, which means we most likely don't need feet on the ground there, however, my search is continuing for staff and anything that catches my attention for who likes to polish their shoes. There's also a 0.8 residue of oil in the cell, I'm looking into Batman's files now to see if he figured out its origin. But keep it in mind to look for such on your excursions. As for the disappearance of my father, there was some forty different DNA traces found as well as footage leading away a black van from the scene, his firearm left in the passenger seat, which doesn't fit. When we finish with one site, it's a good idea to get someone's hands on that scene as well, I'm currently searching his database for what e last found. Your ID cards double as a 'Hot Link' which basically means, stick the card into the disc drive of the computer in the main office of Shreck and Queen's Taste, and I get to see their dirty little secrets, at least, anything I can't see from here. The transference of money from account to account I'm searching now for facial recognition in bank security, you'll know when I do hat comes up."
"Your Identification are in Manila envelopes under the nearest mailbox by the buildings. In case you run into trouble, you're in the system." She checked her GCPD database search and found it still scanning to link up with her father's patrol car. With that, she left it to continue and slid toward the left hand panels of her display screens. The large face of the watchtower clock cast a perfect shadow over the area behind her, Gotham's skyline on the horizon begin her line if computer monitors. She listened as Dinah gave her instructions to the women, allowing her blue eyes to travel up and rest on the view. Her father was out there somewhere, in what condition se couldn't be sure. Two face and Joker were out and he was missing, the thought brought her to her memories as a child when the first reign of their chaos took Gotham. Harvey Dent had pressed the barrel of a gun to her mother's head, then her own, then took her brother from her mother as she screamed. Her father's face, she'd never forget it. He had pleased with Harvey, yelled at him to take the gun away from his family. The Batman had saved her brother as her mother wept and clung to Barbara, small and meek with her wide blue eyes. The sick minds of Gotham had plagued her family since she was young, targeted the Commissioner as a weakness. He'd ha to waste every source to save his family, to hold them again a she remembered the nights since when he'd hold her and tell her he'd never let anything happen to them again. His arms had rocked her to sleep on her lavender bed and she'd wake under his police coat that smelled of her father and coffee.
It was her turn to ensure he was safe. Her turn to waste every effort and live off of caffeine until the case was solved and he was home safe. Batman wasnt there to slip from the shadows and be counted on to save everyone. But wherever he was, he was doing his damnedest to ensure he would be, she knew. An he was relying on those he trained and mentored to do as he'd instructed. He trusted them to do the right thing. And they would.
With the means to get into their sorted buildings sent out an waiting to be picked up, Oracle tugged her mind from memories and tapped into Helena's comm link, adding it to her all over conversation so that all the women could hear her at once.
"A briefing at the end of the night is a good idea. We can meet at my headquarters." She turned her attention to the screen surveying thei locations and calculated each path they were to head for their destination, helping her alleviate concerns as to where they might bump into trouble should that be a concern. "Collect a sample of that honey and keep an eye out for anything connected to deliveries of it made to Arkham. It seems Batman has his work done for the most part in the cells, which means we most likely don't need feet on the ground there, however, my search is continuing for staff and anything that catches my attention for who likes to polish their shoes. There's also a 0.8 residue of oil in the cell, I'm looking into Batman's files now to see if he figured out its origin. But keep it in mind to look for such on your excursions. As for the disappearance of my father, there was some forty different DNA traces found as well as footage leading away a black van from the scene, his firearm left in the passenger seat, which doesn't fit. When we finish with one site, it's a good idea to get someone's hands on that scene as well, I'm currently searching his database for what e last found. Your ID cards double as a 'Hot Link' which basically means, stick the card into the disc drive of the computer in the main office of Shreck and Queen's Taste, and I get to see their dirty little secrets, at least, anything I can't see from here. The transference of money from account to account I'm searching now for facial recognition in bank security, you'll know when I do hat comes up."