<strong>Name:</strong>Dr. Victor Fries<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Mr. Freeze<br/><strong>Location:</strong>GothCorp<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Bruce Wayne hadn't called yet, that was getting a little annoying but that wasn't against the plan. Yet. The stranger that had crashed the party was not a pleasant variable either but it was a wild card that was under control for now. Now he was at Nora's Chamber, establishing computer connections with the R&D Departments of the Companies around the world with their CEOs in his icy sights.<br/><br/>"<strong>But, MacGregor's Syndrome is Incurable!</strong>" says someone from one of the Japanese companies.<br/><br/>"<strong>Files are being uploaded to your computers over the network as I speak, showing my work. I cured the first two stages myself.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>I just skimmed our copy- it. . .could work.</strong>" a scientist at Wayne Enterprises replies.<br/><br/>"<strong>Could?</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Victor, we need more time. This is a lot to process.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Time you have in plenty. Just keep in mind that you're paying for it in the lives of your employers.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Victor, is this what Nora would of wanted?</strong>" Summer asks, bravely.<br/><br/>He doesn't answer right away, then when he does answer it's as he works on a forumla.<br/><br/>"<strong>Probably not. But she'll be alive to hate me in person. That's good enough for me.</strong>"