Name: Static<br/><br/>Location: Communications Room<br/><br/>Tagging: Open<br/><br/>Time: Sunday Night<br/><br/><br/><br/>He knew he was probably supposed to be a team player…ok not a ‘player’ but he understood.  But this group was kinda cliquish and he was on the outside of the clic.  He shrugged thinking he had to get along, but he knew he was a bit of a loner too but he fought against it by trying to be a bit more outgoing.  He traded in his boombox for his MP3 player since it aggravated Tim.  They had met a while back but it seems he didn’t remember him.  Go figure, not inside the whole ‘Bat world.’<br/><br/>(http://www.watchcartoononline.com/thumbs/Static-Shock-Episode-9--Winds-of-Change.jpg)<br/><br/><br/>He unpacked quickly, he hyperdrived his body with electricity, it wouldn’t last long but it gave him small bursts of speed to decorate his room and put his stuff up.  He left his boombox out and plugged his ears with his headphones.  He could hear his music and still hear when someone spoke.  He needed to keep his skills, he took his disc with him to reprogram it for this area as he went downstairs.  More than likely he had access but not full access to everything.  He just needed room access, not private rooms but gym, game room, comm,…vehicles…this place had to have a boss rides somewhere.  ‘Yeah we will get to that.’<br/><br/><br/><br/>He went to the communications room first.  He had an evil grin on his face.  He put his loading disc into the flash drive port.  It doubled as a connection.  He cracked  his fingers and started typing.  He found himself getting lost in his work as he went over the rooms, the layout, designed spaces.  He could see their were a couple of vehicles there.   ‘Motorcycles.’  He continued, with a smile.  He had his float disc, but regular vehicles didn’t hurt either.   He made sure he gave himself access and checked over the security.  Whoever this Midnight guy was they definitely didn’t want him back.<br/><br/><br/><br/>He looked at pictures, profiles, some didn’t have much, but he was honestly matching them against his own mental supers/villians catalogs.  He frowned as the batsymbol began to flash.  Leave it to ‘mon captian’ to have a back door.  “Hiyah!”  He did a cyber kick to it as he went around it then and knew he would probably get a chewing about that.  But he was going to be a member of the team he was going to be an efficient one.  Personal files.  He shook his head and encrypted them again.  He put them beyond the ultra secret.  Nightwing protocols.  Then he backed out.<br/><br/><br/><br/>He enable further perimeter security and began his own download.  He wanted a few extra games, to their systems as this crap sucked.  ‘Why don’t you just down load Mario Party 3 or something.  Dang!  These people need a party.  Maybe after this mission where were they going again?  Oh yeah assignments were tomorrow….so hell where was everybody?  <<One is the loneliess number that you’ll ever doooo!>> Came through his head set as he let that finish playing before.  <<Margaritaville>>  Came up and he headed down to the game room.  Hopefully the downloads would be done soon  if he was going to be a loner again he was going to be an entertained loaner.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>