<strong>Name:</strong>Dr. Victor Fries<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Mr. Freeze<br/><strong>Location:</strong>GothCorp, The Frieght Elevator<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"<strong>Building Secure.</strong>" comes over the radio of the volunteers. Good, just in time, the elevator was almost at the top floor. It was just about time. One more order before it really begins.<br/><br/>"<strong>Release Boreas Drones, waves Beta, Gamma, and Delta. Stay out of their way, and keep the winter clothes on- the resulting heat signiture will tell them you aren't targets. And stay away from unblocked windows until they do their work.</strong>" he gives one last order as the elevator comes to a stop.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://violaturtledove.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/tumblr_m5s92xWXXb1rtbcayo1_1280.jpeg)</div><br/>"<strong>For Casey,</strong>" says one of the henchmen in the elevator with him. A touching gesture, he doesn't show any signs of approval or disapproval.<br/><br/>"<strong>For Mark,</strong>" adds another, one of the women- he doesn't look at which one, he doesn't need too.<br/><br/>"<strong>For Leslie,</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>For Jane,</strong>"<br/><br/>No, the man with the Heart of Ice does show one sign.<br/><br/>"<strong>For Nora.</strong>"<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Location:</strong>GothCorp, The Humanitarian Industrialist of the Year Awards<br/><hr/><br/>The first warning anyone would receive in that audience would be something simple, something that instantly got attention, but for a moment a mystery. That was part of the plan, to first give a few moment to show just how little control anyone here had.<br/><br/>Truth is, the people on the outside would notice something was going on even before these people would. It was strange, it was late summer- why were the windows of the GothCorp building icing up? From the<em>Inside</em>? Impossible to actually look inside but it was like something was going from window to window and blocking the view with Ice.<br/><br/>But the people in that award dinner? Their first clue. From the front door of the ballroom, a cold wind suddenly blew in from the door. It wasn't dangerously cold, definitely at least 40 degrees fairenhait- might even of been 50 degres- but when a room as big as a ballroom suddenly plummets at least 20 degrees it's hard not to notice.<br/><br/>Then the front doors burst open with force as in came people with guns and winter coats. People who looked scared but resolute- like they didn't like what they were doing but liked the alternative even less. And that's the most normal thing that comes in that door.<br/><br/>They're followed by something that looks like a thin concept car with a glass top, the inside lit with a calm white light- with a crack on one side betraying that it's not as serene as it looked. Whatever was in it was sunken in too far to see without leaving seats. When the whole. . .thing. . .is wheeled inside panets on the sides and below open and grey/blue metal robots roll out, sprout legs and small helicopter blades and take flight. The things, about the size of basketballs, zip toward the windows and immediately some sort of blue steam of what looks like some sort of cross between Water and Blue Light comes out. And where the light hits the windows immediately ices up to block the view from the outside.<br/><br/>Then last, HE comes in. The armor he was wearing was physically imposing, like what you'd expect from some sort of robot. But there's a pilot inside, a pilot with what looks like pale blue skin, red goggles over his eyes, not a single strand of hair, and with pieces of his lips missing. The weapon he carries on one arm looks vaguely gun-ish but definitely not any caliber any experienced gun user ever has seen.<br/><br/>"<strong>Ladies and Gentlemen. This is NOT a hold-up. For the vast majority of you I have absolutely no interest in your money or valuables nor do I have any interest in taking your lives. For those of you I do have interest in your resources, I promise you it has nothing to do with Greed.<br/><br/>I hesitate to even call all of you Hostages. I hesitate, but that is exactly what you are. You should know that you can't use the Freight Elevator to leave without Our Permission, and the Freight Elevator is the only way to leave that doesn't mean you have to contend with more of my colleagues and a fleet of the drones you see icing up the Windows. I assure you, the weapons the drones are using work very well on Flesh.<br/><br/>So if you want to leave with Our Permission and take the Freight Elevator, the only path that is perfectly safe, all of you follow our instructions too the letter. For most of you, if you do what we say this evening will be remembered as the evening you witnessed a Monster was brought to Justice, no harm done to you in any way.<br/><br/>But for Some of you, I promise something else. For Some of you- Winter is Here.</strong>" the man instructs. Simple really, people in this room are free to leave at any time- but only if they want to brave building full of traps and weapons that promise an icy death. He leaves out the part that the other volunteers were there in case they wanted to give some mercy, but given what some of these people in this room did that seemed doubtful.<br/><br/>"<strong>The First Instruction is for Ferris Boyle and Ferris Boyle Alone. Three Questions - <br/><br/>Who am I? <br/>Who is in that chamber?<br/>What did you do to the two of us?<br/><br/>One chance each question- 10 people can use the elevator for every correct answer.</strong>"<br/><br/>The man with the Heart of Ice steps forward, heading for the table for the guest of honor. Victor inwardly hopes Boyle knows what's coming for him, the Icy Hand of Vengeance. Anything, if Boyle suffers.