<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TxRLbsD.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lor Zod<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Kryptonian Battle Armour (House of Zod)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Aug 22, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Secret Sanctuary -> Star City<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Monitor Duty, then responding to Crime<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Royal Flush Gang, Artemis<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Within the Secret Sanctuary, Lor Zod sat by himself in the mainframe room. To all outward appearances, Zod was simply staring blankly at the large monitor and ignoring the dozens of audio feeds that were playing through speakers. This was only partially true. By virtue of his Kryptonian super-senses, Zod was paying attention to all of it, and allowing his subconscious to filter out information that was not worth following - for example, a robbery in Metropolis that was swiftly resolved by the local law enforcement, or a fire in Detroit that was contained by a local meta and fire fighters. The sudden and abrupt silence from one feed drew Zod's attention, and he worked at the keyboard to bring up other feeds to compensate.<br/><br/>Soon his attention was focused on a weapons testing facility in Star City that belonged to Queen Industries. Although the left-leaning Oliver had done what he could to divest his company of its arms-manufacturing portfolio, he had not entirely managed to do so. The facility in question was purposed with the development and testing of non-lethal and less lethal weaponry for deployment against normal humans and metahumans alike. Zod utilized the extremely user friendly interface to locate camera and audio feeds near those that had gone black, but the quality of those feeds was very low - few invested in surveillance technology as sophisticated and high quality as what monitored the Queen Industries facility. Zod queried the facility's phone lines and in- and out-going communications, but there was nothing indicating alarm. That gave the Kryptonian pause.<br/><br/>The Sanctuary fed Zod video from a nearby civilian drone, hacking the device and displaying a short-lived and blurry image before the feed from the drone was terminated. Before the picture was abruptly cut, Zod was treated to what looked like six figures in white on a flat, white rectangle. The monitor helpfully extrapolated that a possible identification as some iteration of the Royal Flush Gang.<br/><br/>Zod rose from his seat. His cape flared behind him with his motions, and the hulking Kryptonian made his way to the Sanctuary's hangar. He keyed open the hangar door and took flight into the night sky. The hangar doors would close after his departure by automated command. As Zod took to the air there was no joy or elation at being free from the shackles of gravity and able to move at will in three dimensions. It was his Kryptonian brithright and in the main Zod took such things as a matter of course. Zod took a fraction of a second to take his bearings, and then flew at many times the speed of sound towards Star City. He was careful to fly at an altitude that did not put him in the path of any aircraft or put his wake in the path of any aircraft.<br/><br/>There was a certain amount of peace flying faster than the speed of sound. It filtered out some, but not all, sensory information. Zod could compensate for it but in the moment he welcomed the decrease in input. But all too soon that luxury was gone as he slowed his flight, coming to a stop above Star City. He was casually able to perceive twelve crimes in progress simply hovering there, and likely could have found more if he concentrated. Only one truly merited a response, and Zod focused his arctic vision and with extreme care fired twin blasts of sub-zero cold down to the ground. The blasts impacted a man wielding a knife who was suddenly encased in ice, the tip of his knife inches away from plunging into the chest of his victim. Zod carefully measured the force of his arctic vision so that the knife-wielder was paralysed and unable to move, but not completely encased in ice - his head was not obstructed and he could still breath. If he were not attended to quickly he might suffer frostbite but there was little danger he would die.<br/><br/>Zod turned and descended, taking himself closer to the Queen Industries facility that had attracted his attention in the first place. It had very typical hallmarks of a secure tech facility - security check points, chain link fences, and so forth. The guards that Zod detected had been rendered unconscious by a chemical compound. Their vital signs were stable, and a program had been introduced into the security systems to provide the required all clear information at the proscribed intervals.<br/><br/>The hulking Kryptonian was also treated to a clearer vision of the drone's feed. There were five figures on what looked like a giant playing card. One of the figures quite large - larger than Zod himself - and a quick glance revealed it to be an advanced android. The other four figures were humans with technological devices.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/Dr2zLzP.jpg?1)</div>