<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>Tactical Espionage Operations (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metal_Gear_Solid_V:_The_Phantom_Pain)<br/><hr/>Batman stayed silent as they sailed silently through the night. He kept his cape fixed firmly in his grasp to keep it from flapping in the wind. When he'd asked about illusory magic, he'd been thinking more practically—the uniforms of the guards projected over themselves, but he couldn't deny Zatan's effectiveness. The attention of the compound had been redirected enough to allow them to approach. Perhaps, even, enough to allow them to enter without trouble.<br/><br/>The touched down gently by the fence. Throughout the ride, Batman had hardly moved a muscle, and he settled onto the ground already crouched on one knee. The chain link before the duo was bathed in a soft green tint through Batman's visor. No doubt Zatan could easily melt the thin wires if he was asked to. Batman himself carried a supply of thermate and explosive gell in his utility belt for situations like this. It was probably expected of him by now, actually—the many toys of Batman.<br/><br/>Almost smirking under his helmet, Batman reached his fingers into one of the pockets on his belt. A moment later, he produced two metal rods, each sharpened at one end and connected by a strong hing. A simple pair of one-handed bolt cutters. Reliable, effective, and not capable of running out of fuel. The perfect infiltration tool.<br/><br/>With deft precision, Batman set about clipping the wire of the fence. He cut only a single vertical line, in the middle of a length between two posts, where the would be the most slack. After the two of them had passed through. The cut was only three feet high, but it should be more than enough to squeeze through if they were careful—and almost unnoticeable to anybody who didn't know it was there. Once the sun rose, it would be far more noticeable, but Batman wasn't planning on sticking around for that long.<br/><br/>At the very least, not with the guards all still actively patrolling.<br/><br/>He held the fence open and shooed Zatan through the hole, following moments later. Together, they darted through the darkness toward the tower Batman had pointed out earlier, and Batman pressed his back to the wall. This would be the tricky part. There wasn't any easy way into the complex without going over the wall, and they'd be too easily visible trying to climb it between towers. Taking out the guards of one would be risky, but there would be less chance of being seen if they were successful. Getting on top of the tower would be child's play with the batclaw, but even its subtle noises would be enough to draw the attention of trained guards. He gave Zatan a silent look and pointed up.