<strong>Gotham Metro Police Headquarters</strong><br/><br/>"As you can see Commissioner, this new Clayface isn't altogether unlike the old one." Detective Torres said as she paused the hologram. The team investigator for the Gotham Special paused the holo at the point where the new meta-threat had just killed her partner. "There are a few new twists though."<br/><br/>"I'd say so, the old one never killed this easily." James Bullock, the head of Major Crimes said quietly as he looked at the images with his boss the Commsioner. "Made a few bodies in his time, but nothing on this scale. What did she do to your partner Torres?"<br/><br/>"The coroner isn't exactly sure sir, but it looks like she can sample and incorporate genetic material into the bio-mass that she is comprised off." Torres said as she pulled up a technical display.<br/><br/>"Which is how she was able to use the gene-locked SWAT weaponry during the fight and in the apartment that Investigator Glass' body was found in." The Commissioner said as he got up. "Which brings me to the question that I want to know most. What was Glass doing in a data vault like that?" The other officers looked around at each other. The unspoken answer was fairly clear. Glass was into something rotten. "And what did computer forensics find?" Torres took over at that point.<br/><br/>"Nothing. The drives were corrupted. Apparently that... thing is a bit different from the old Clayface. She's bio-tech and somehow can interface with the tech our force uses. Whatever protocol she uses.. totally corrupted the data that was left behind." Torres resumed the holo. "Watch as we approach timecode 13200."<br/><br/>The creature smashed one of the SWAT officers with a car, turning to form a fist half the size of a man to smash the next before pointing her free hand to form a massive spike that she threw through a third officer. Torres stopped the footage at that point. "We recovered the 'spear' from Officer Graham's body. In it was the crushed remains of six solid state drives from the penthouse. She adsorbed them and discarded the mass after it was assimilated. Forensics is confused at how she was able to do it. We're talking a cutting edge bio-tech neural network, to the point one of the techs wasn't sure if Clayface is actually living."<br/><br/>"Some sort of constructed machine?" Bullock asked curiously.<br/><br/>"He thinks so," Torres said with a shrug. The commissioner cleared his through and looked to Bullock.<br/><br/>"That will be all Detective, ladies and gentlemen I want a plan of action and a reason for why this Clayface, be she real or machine, is killing my cops. Dismissed. Bullock, a moment." He said as got up and led the way to his office. "This Clayface is killing badges, some of them are .. questionable. Glass' body was sitting on a ton of evidence that hinted at lest him being dirty. Add in the fact that Trent had dozens of complaints on file for his first decade as a cop. I thought he'd cleaned up his act but I'm not so sure anymore. I want every victim scrutinized, IA will be paralleling your inquires. I know you don't like it, but folks will open up to you if they are getting ruffled by the rat squad."<br/><br/>"The usual job huh?" James grunted as he picked at the pack of cigarettes in his hand. Wouldn't be the first time that he'd been the boss man's beater.<br/><br/>"Find out what they got in common. If they're dirty, I put them in a cage not some freak of nature." The commissioner's flint gaze locked with Bullock's. "Understood? I clean my house, no one else."<br/><br/>"Got you sir." Bullock said before turning away and heading out.<br/><br/><strong>Nearby</strong><br/><br/>Clayface watched as she walked the hallways of Gotham Metro. She wore the face and memories of someone else as she stalked the halls. Clearly the police were frantic to find her but she was beyond their reach still. She slid a card through the reader and walked into the weapons room. Checking out the material she needed as easily as if she was really one of the dozens of men and women in the room. She engaged in the idle banter with the ease of her victim's form.<br/><br/>There were still a few gaps in her data, knowledge that she didn't have. Not all of the Seven knew everyone in the organization, and she was still working through the memories of Glass and Trent to build who were the remaining gaps in the organization table. Like the 'boss' of the group. When she had him or her, she'd know enough to tear the whole stinking cancer within Gotham PD.<br/><br/>Till then, she'd walk among them hunting her prey.