<strong>Name:</strong>Eddie the Vet<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside GothCorp<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Batman<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Eddie the Vet shakes his head a bit at that, "<strong>You wouldn't say that if you knew what was coming next.</strong>"<br/><br/>He takes a moment to turn the wheelchair back around to look at the building, the ice on the windows almost all the way to the top now.<br/><br/>"<strong>Desert Storm. Used to be that Wayne Industries made weapons, and rumors around the barracks were that some of the top management at WI didn't really care which side of a war they sold them too. Didn't believe the rumors myself- until I lost my legs and four of my men to a Wayne Industries Anti-Personnel Mine. Credit to Bruce Wayne, when he took the family business back over one of the first things he did was cut the Weapons program- a few very well-timed resignations too- but nobody's seen the inside of a courtroom about it.<br/><br/>So when one of their widows tells me that their kid has some terminal blood disease and is so desperate for help that she even asks the cripple that used to be her husband's CO and the grapevine says someone else can help, well- I'm not in the mood to ask too many questions. Maybe I should of, I don't know.<br/><br/>Heard all sorts of things, Batman. No idea which ones are true- but the basic gist is that Boyle talks a good game but in the end he's got no problems with people dying if it helps his profit margin, but this time the guy wasn't quite as dead as Boyle thought. Some of the others call the boss 'Mr. Freeze'.<br/><br/>Now if you don't mind, there's an old lady in the next alley who could use an escort.</strong>"<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Melissa the Hostage Taker<br/><strong>Location:</strong>GothCorp Convention<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zatanna and Slade<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"<strong>None of us are, really Ms. Zatanna.</strong>" she admits, keeping up the motions for Zatanna to join the larger group.<br/><br/>"<strong>My Sister is dying. Lung Cancer, she didn't even smoke. We're twins, I bet you can imagine how close we are. And I've asked around, we've all got similar stories.<br/><br/>This isn't about getting Boyle- though for a lot of us like Mr. Freeze revenge would be nice, granted- but in the end this is about something else. How far would you go for someone you love?</strong>"<br/><br/>A couple of the sorters get to Slade's table and takes his picture. It takes a second, and the bigger one that actually is holding the iPhone looks confused.<br/><br/>"<strong>This guy doesn't show up.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>That can't be right, maybe he's not on the guest list?</strong>"<br/><br/>The bigger one turns to Slade with not the faintest idea who he is talking to.<br/><br/>"<strong>Buddy, you picked the wrong party to crash tonight. Who are you?</strong>"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Dr. Victor Fries<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Mr. Freeze<br/><strong>Location:</strong>GothCorp<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open (Everyone, Including Catwoman)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"<strong>Data's sent. Should be uploaded in a few minutes.</strong>" the camera man says outloud, trying to ignore how cold he was feeling. Summer was shivering in the dress she was wearing but not thinking about it.<br/><br/>"<strong>Very Good.</strong>" the armored man replies, still with Boyle staring down the barrel of the weapon. So tempting to just squeeze the trigger, so tempting. . .<br/><br/>No, there was a plan.<br/><br/>"<strong>Take Mr. Boyle to the stage, give him a seat.</strong>" he says to some nearby underlings, "<strong>And give Ms. Gleason his suit jacket, he won't be needing it.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Are you going to kill him?</strong>" Summer asks, ever the dutiful reporter as Boyle tries to struggle- but with a few normal guns in his face it's not very spirited.<br/><br/>"<strong>Think about it Ms. Gleason. To never again feel a hot wind in your face while holding a warm hand- there's only one thing in the whole universe I want more then freezing his face solid while he begs me to stop. Get your camera ready, you're broadcasting our demands live.</strong>" he says with a twisted grimace, but if fades when he looks back at the chamber.<br/><br/>"<strong>We're ready.</strong>"<br/><br/>The breaking news story is soon playing on every TV set to Gotham 12 News in the city, and quite a few other after that not long after.<br/><br/>"<strong>Good Evening Gotham. My associates and I have a message about this year's Humanitarian Industrialist of the Year. My name is Dr. Victor Fries and I used to work for GothCorp and Mr. Boyle as one of the Research Scientists, mostly as a Biochemist in the Pharmaceutical Division. My work and publications are public record. What's also on the public record is that my wife and I died last winter in a laboratory accident. We're not dead, but it was no accident.<br/><br/>My then-fiancee Nora was diagnosed with MacGregor's Syndrome. Those of you who've also had loved ones with the disease know that the disease has a near 100% mortality rate and, with the recent exception of Trimazipanicephilene sold by GothCorp to slow the advancement between the 5 stages, there's no effective treatments- let alone a cure.<br/><br/>I was determined to find a cure to save my wife's life, but Nora's disease progressed faster then I could develop treatments even with the Trimazipanicephilene. When she reached Stage 3 I was desperate and took my work in a new direction with Cryogenic Stasis. On December 21st of last year, Nora was in Stage 5 and my Stasis chamber was ready. We married, then my Nora went into Stasis.<br/><br/>I acknowledge that for my research I used GothCorp's resources, but that didn't give Ferris Boyle the right to do what he did to us. He entered the lab with a gun and starting shooting the equipment, then there was an explosion and he assumed we were dead.<br/><br/>Nora's stasis chamber has been damaged- she's technically still alive but if she ever achieves consciousness or if there's ever an attempt to bring her out of Stasis, she will die. My biology has been radically mutated- if I'm not kept in a subzero environment or a set of chemicals in my bloodstream is ever lower then a minimum concentration to prevent crystal formation, I will die.<br/><br/>Ferris Boyle murdered a pair of newlyweds on their wedding day because he thought it was profitable to do so, we're just taking a while to actually die. The evidence is now being uploaded onto the internet for public viewing. Not only that, but he's hiding that my work on MacGregor's Syndrome has actually lead to treatments and cures for the first 2 stages of MacGregor's Syndrome. He's willing to let people die if the drugs that would save their lives aren't profitable enough. THAT is your humanitarian of the year.</strong>"<br/><br/>He directs the cameraman to start showing the hostages as he continues.<br/><br/>"<strong>The children will be released immediately, along with a parent or guardian if they're particularly young. We'll also release a hostage for the release of the data of a potential life-saving medicines being hidden by companies like GothCorp.<br/><br/>Discover new medicines and treatments for terminal illnesses, and more hostages will be released. We will negotiate with Bruce Wayne for the release for more hostages. Find cures for the other three stages of MacGregor's and we'll release all hostages.<br/><br/>There is no time limits but until all hostages are released- or dead- the treatments for every patient with a Terminal Illness in Gotham will be paid for by whoever we have sitting on that stage. When they run out of money, they Freeze.<br/><br/>Get to work, Gotham.</strong>"