<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Arms and Espionage</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/3e/bf/a3/3ebfa3d0a6b84b11765aad83c2d496d4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Batman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605226#msg13605226)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arizona, USA — "American AAE" weapons manufacturing plant<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Oct. 25, 2017 - 0300<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zatan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13602880#msg13602880)<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/>Batman took in the scene below with a thoughtful look. The warehouse wasn't lacking for cover, but there were plenty of wide open spaces for the relocation of cargo. Any stealth action taken down there would be living on borrowed time. Ideally, they could use the situation to get the jump on Slade, but Batman doubted the mercenary was completely oblivious to their presence. A distinct lack of rooftop guards could mean anything, but it was almost as if Deathstroke—or his employer—<em>wanted</em>them to see what was going on here.<br/><br/>It was doubtful that Deathstroke knew they were here<em>tonight</em>, but he was clearly expecting company at some point. If that were the case—and it likely<em>was</em>—then he'd be on alert for any kind of infiltration. Sneaking up on<em>him</em>was hardly an option. Not on his home turf, and definitely not while he was half-expecting it.<br/><br/>Batman's hand slipped into his utility belt and pulled out what looked a lot like a hot glue gun with a small canister screwed into the bottom. He didn't often pack more than a canister or two of explosive gel at a time, but proper usage of the stuff could make it last for weeks at a time. It could be detonated remotely, or set for proximity. The explosive force from just a few ounces of the expanding foam was enough to shatter brick walls; for his intended use, it was more than enough power.<br/><br/>After checking to make sure that none of the guards below happened to be looking up, Batman took the gun and sprayed a small amount onto the center of the skylight. By force of habit, he traced the outline of a bat before he remembered that Zatan was likely watching him. It probably seemed a bit egotistical, but it was far too late to take it back now, so he merely stepped back and said nothing as he set the gun back onto his belt. He pressed a button on his forearm, the outline of which began to glow a dull red. The explosives were primed.<br/><br/>With a nod, Batman walked away from the skylight. "No need to teleport," he said simply, pointing at the central air system mounted on the roof. "There'll be a maintenance entrance over there." Despite what he said, though, he walked right by it. "One that we won't be using. Too predictable for Wilson—he's likely trapped it. Sensors. Or worse."<br/><br/>Approaching the edge of the building was a bit of a risk with so many guards patrolling the ground, but Batman wasn't very concerned about them. Throughout his career as a crime-fighter, if there was only one rule that stayed true, it was that nobody<em>ever</em>looked overhead. Not even the pros. He had faith that this rule of thumb would stay true enough tonight—at the very least, for the two minutes it took he and Zatan to enter the building.<br/><br/>Batman slipped the batclaw free of his utility belt and latched it against the edge of the roof. He pulled it once, testing its grip, then nodded and turned back to Zatan. "Coming?"<br/><br/>With that, he let himself fall back, gripping the batclaw with both hands until he was standing sideways against the wall of the building. The sudden rush of gravity gave him a sense of momentary vertigo that he'd gotten accustomed to over the years, but never<em>used</em>to. It was like somebody was pulling on his shoulders, trying to drag him to the ground. Even after ten years, the sensation was a thrilling one. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find some kind of primal joy sneaking past security systems and guards.<br/><br/>Keeping himself as low to the wall as possible, Batman rappelled down to the window and settled his feet on the sill. He sank into the frame, pulling his cape in with him to minimize his silhouette from possible onlookers. Pressing his gloves into the window, he was only mildly surprised that it actually slid up. Most guards would never expect infiltration from this high up, but he'd still expected Deathstroke to have ordered the windows locked. It was a basic security measure, after all.<br/><br/>After making sure there were no sensors mounted on the inside, Batman slid through the window and dropped to a crouch. It looked like he'd found some sort of darkened office. Probably one belonging to some paper-pusher who hadn't considered security when he closed the window after a particularly hot day in the desert. He stepped aside to allow Zatan to slip through the window and looked around. There probably wouldn't be anything of immediate usage in the room, but it was certainly worth a cursory glance.