<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Gotham Dealings</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>26th October 2017 - 3:00 AM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Warehouse in the Gotham Industrial District</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong>Catwoman, Closed</div><br/><div align="center">(https://img00.deviantart.net/10be/i/2005/169/8/1/dark_dead_warehouse_by_neo745.jpg)</div><br/>Both groups reacted very differently to the arrival of the Catwoman. Eddy's group dashed, with one of the bigger man grabbing the briefcase dropped by the dog-masked stranger they headed for the exit with the goods and the cash, moving at a breakneck pace through the dark room. Meanwhile the remaining three animals went to avenge their fallen friend. They circled the replacement cat and immediately something seemed off about the situation.<br/><br/>Not one of them reached for a gun, knife or other weapon. Thugs at a deal who weren't even armed. Not to mention the fact they were afraid. Of course a lot of the more nervy criminals might be cautious, but these men seemed almost unwilling to fight back. They had their fists up but very defensive stances, and were backing away from Catwoman more than approaching her. Every time in a situation like this the thugs would get over confident and try to rush the vigilante, not avoid a fight altogether. At least unless they could run away with everything like Eddy's gang were.<br/><br/>Outside the building the dull background noises of industrialism were split by a car engine. No, several. Perhaps two or three fairly large cars of jeeps had pulled up outside the building and then their engines cut off. They'd approached fast, revving hard for the approach. Doors slammed as the occupants got out, separated from the events inside by the large outer wall and a few dividing ones on the inside, the boarded windows giving no view of what might be happening. There was a faint sound of footsteps before a yell, and then the unmistakable sound of a gunshot echoed through the building. A few screams, and then two more gunshots split the silence inside, and then finally there were the sounds of a brief scuffle, quickly replaced by footsteps. Whoever had arrived was coming in, and the outer door could be heard being violently slammed open.<br/><br/>Back on the inside the three masked men seemed to have almost forgotten Catwoman and kept glancing between her and the windows, then to the door they'd come in from. There was only one conventional exit for those not as agile as a cat, and it was certainly where the gunshots had just come from. Footsteps were inside now, soon to turn the corner and arrive in the main room where the animal masked crew were with Catwoman in their midst.