[identity profile] boss-whale.livejournal.com
Jeffrey Patterson hated his job, hated this city, and hated the fact there was zero movement for one of his views. Gotham. The city was a cesspool of lunatics and freaks. It hadn't always been that way. It used to be the worst thing you had to worry about was a little bit of corruption and the occasional mob hit, but now... Patterson was an attorney, albeit not a very high-ranking one, who frequently tried to garner support in the Gotham legal system to enact harsher punishments for the city's lunatics and its vigilantes that made a mockery of the law and law-enforcement. Alas though..he got very little in the way of actual aid, despite the numbers of people he knew who shared his opinion. The cycle of crazies and vigilantes in costumes had to end. There had to be some normalcy restored damn it!

It was then his phone rang. With near robotic precision, an act he'd done so many times before, he picked up the phone. "Patterson office."

"Evening, Mr. Patterson, I would like to speak to you in regards to the events in the East End."

Patterson was immediately startled. The voice was electronically altered and his caller id was getting squat. "Who is this?"

"Who I am, Mr. Patterson is not important. What is important is that I am someone who wishes to see real change come to this city, one step at a time. I have in my possession evidence of the Scarecrow's entire operation. His distribution network, his associates, and a list of facilities in which he has supplemented his formulas into legitimate medicine. I am willing to give this information to you and you friends on the police force. Interested?"

"You bet your ass I'm interested!" Patterson was now wide awake. "Who are you? Are you with the second group? I'll tell you right now I may not like the capes, but I don't deal with criminals."

"Mr. Patterson, you've lived in this city a long time. Fifty years, yes?"

"How the hell do you...?"

"My point is you lived during a much simpler time in this city. A time where the worst a person had to worry about was a mobster stealing some of your tax money. Now you have to worry about some lunatic mowing down a group of children in public, on a regular basis. Am I wrong?" The voice sounded almost smug.

Jeffrey didn't respond. It echoed nearly everything he himself believed. "Yeah, but..Batman helps..."

"I'll grant you in the beginning he did. I'll even grant you that he had good intentions. However, the criminal element has become something far worse than it was. Arkham is merely a revolving door that accomplishes nothing. If anything, it only gives these lunatics a chance to rest up. Batman catches them, only to start the never-ending cycle all over again. He's a part of the problem. You know I'm right."

Jeffrey sighed. Yeah, he knew the guy was right.

"I want to see this city returned to its glory. I may not perhaps represent your side of the fence, but we want the same thing. The firsts step is for the police to start taking back their streets. To show that the capes are ineffectual and unnecessary. This will not be a grand and sudden instance, but it will get the ball rolling. With this information, you will destroy Scarecrow's entire operation., but in exchange, I want you to set up some introductions between my people and your friends on the force. Can you do that?"

Jeffreywas quiet a long time. For years he championed the law, the real law. He didn't like the idea of working with criminals at all, but... It had to end. The masks, the lunatics, the killings..it had to stop. They had to take their city back.

"Okay, I'm in."
[identity profile] boss-whale.livejournal.com
Tobias Whale's eyes scanned over the reports given to him by Mindancer and Shokwave regarding their encounters with the so-called Chemists. It certainly hadn't gone as well as he hoped, but it wasn't all bad either. The intervention of the damn capes was unexpected, though perhaps it should not have been. Tobias made a mental note to include their meddling in future plans. Despite the chaos, the Gotham Towers job went relatively well. True Captain nazi broke from Mindancer's control, but he'd remember nothing and the 100 was better off without such a loose cannon. The Body Doubles and the Spook had performed exemplarly, bringing back information on the group. The Doubles named Doctor Death is the mastermind and Spook had brought back intell on the various fronts and on the drugs themselves. Interestingly it seemed the stuff was hidden in legitimate medicine, it wasn't sold pure at all! All in all, a very sucessful operation.

The East End part however had not gone nearly as well. Icicle and Shrapnel were now in police custody, but Whale knew he didn't have to worry. Both men had solid reputations as being reliable, neither e police nor the capes would learn too much. They'd learn about the 100's resurgence certainly, and that was fine, but little else. Whale made another note to have Icicle and Shrapnel freed as soon as possile. Perhaps a few of the plans Spook procured being sent to a few key officials would grease the wheels of justice, showing the 100's good will. However what Phobia and Brutale described at the warehouse troubled him. While doctor Death was known to deal in poisions and gases, the effects were more akin to fear and paranoia. And THAT was a different ballgame entirely.

Tomorrow Whale would be dropping by the reconstruction site of the Gotham PD building. He had various ideas to consider there. Also, this conflict with the Chemists had to be resolved soon. Whale needed to bring Wayne Enterprises down. He was certin it was the source of the Batman's arsenal. There was much work to do. Whale smirked to himself. Nothing worthwhile never came easy, but then again, it was half the fun.
[identity profile] boss-whale.livejournal.com
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I regret that I cannot address you in person, but in order for my plans to succeed I must maintain a degree of anonomity. However, I also believe in personal interaction with the soldiers of the 100, so I have set up this computerized system from which I can speak to you. Should you prove your loyalty to the organization, perhaps we will one day meet in person."

Whale's voice came from a computer setup in the warehouse where Chiller made his original address to the 100's recruits. His voice was altered so as to be unreconizable along with failsafes bought from the Calculator to guarantee no one could hack the signal back to the source.

"Now before immediate objectives are laid out, I wish to establish some ground rules. First, no killing of police officers. The underworld and Gotham's finest once had a symbiotic relationship and I believe this can be reestablished if shown we are reasonable people. Two, members do not go on personal vendettas against private citizens unless directed. We are not the crazies who have run rampant in this city and such activity will not be tolerated. In reference to the crazies themselves, we do not deal with them unless they provoke us first. In which case, zero tolerance. If any of the freaks try to hinder our organization, terminate them with extreme prejudice. Three, in regards to protection, we offer a legitimate service to Gotham's operators. Rather than milking them dry, we offer the protection of our operatives against any who would hinder their work in exchange for a percentage. Anyone going into business for themselves will suffer the consequences."

The voice took a pause.

"Now before I go into our immediate agenda, does anyone have questions?"
[identity profile] boss-whale.livejournal.com
As Ted Kord showed him around the interior of Wayne Tower, Whale had to admit he was impressed. It was a testament to corporate power. When his plans come to fruition, corporate power and underworld power would be inextritably linked. Still, after he takes over WE, he'd make this his new home.

"Sir," His secretary had been on her cell phone before she whispered to him."

"Excuse me, Ted, business." Whale stopped to answer her. "What is it?"

"The Star City problem has been rectified."

Tobias smiled. He still intended to move into Star, but this Gotham opportunity couldn't be passed up.

"Good. Tell our friends we are grateful for this assistance."

"Speaking of whom, as payment for their aid they wish for..items of an otherworldy nature thatarrived in Gotham recently."

Whale briefly turned at that, but nodded.

"When this meeting with Kord and Fox is over, arrange a meeting with Mr. Wilson. I honor my debts."

"Yes sir."

Whale turned back to Ted as the pair caught up with him.

"Sorry about that."
[identity profile] jl-metropolis.livejournal.com
"Welcome everyone! I assume from everyone here that you've decided to take our employer's generous offer to join us in our endeavor to take this city as our own." The orator was Chiller, currently in his true form as he addressed his audience. To his right was a woman with long red hair, completely covered in a blue and purple striped outfit. To his left was a brute of an individual wearing a blue and gold armored suit. Behind the trio was another large man, but this one was decked completely in black fatigues along with a ski mask and sunglasses, completely concealing his identiyty.

"The underworld's in tatters right now and is ripe for someone to step up and fill the void. Of course if we know this so do the capes, so they'll be on extra guard." Chiller extends his arms out to the gathered criminals. "That's where you gentleman come in. We will ingrain ourselves into the very fabric of this city. By the time we're finished, not even Batman himself will be able to dislodge us."

Chiller smiles as he takes in the crowd.

"Now I'm sure you hae questions, so feel free to ask."
[identity profile] boss-whale.livejournal.com
"We're touching down in Gotham, sir."

"Thank you, Miller."

Tobias Whale looked at the window of the plane to see the damaged city. Tobias turns his red-headed "secretary".

"Has anyone from WE arrived at the airport to greet us?"

"Not yet, Mr. Whale."

"Has Chiller checked in?"

"Yes. He made the offer to Icicle as you requested, but has yet to receive an answer."

"There's no hurry. When this meeting is finished have feelers sent out into the city. Find out who still has pull in the underworld and make them an offer. The Triad and Blackfire left a big leadership void in this city and I mean to correct that. Also, tell Chiller to come to Gotham as soon as possible."

"Yes sir."

"Ah, it would seem we've arrived. Time to put on my 'corporate' face." Tobias smiles evily as the door opens and the stairs are pushed to the plane. "If things go well, Wayne Enterprises will be mine within a month."

Whale studies the press as he and his secretary walk down the stairs. He waves, politely answers questions, assures worries, and presents a hopeful image to Gothamites.
[identity profile] cool-customer.livejournal.com
 Ostensibly, Okoze was a top notch Japanese Restaurant.
Kick-ass sushi, primo sake, and the ambiance was nice too. On the inside, it was crooked. Years ago the local Yakuza had turned the place into a watering hole and (in theory) a neutral ground for the various factions of the criminal element in town to gather in relative safety.

It didn’t stop there either. If you knew where to look you could see a bent cop or two and maybe a bought judge in the crowd. Not just anyone could make it in however. Okoze was technically a private dinning club. You had to be a member or a guest. It’s where the criminal elite liked to showcase their affluence. Slick suits, flashy jewelry and in general a pronounced display of power and or wealth was the theme.

Cameron mostly liked it for the food. Not saying that it wasn’t a great place to pick up information and make connections, but holy crap was the food awesome. He did however dress that part.

The suit he wore was custom tailored to fit from cuts of cool blue and white silk of varying shades. Given the frost white of his hair and the ice blue of his skin, the unusual colors looked great on him. The Rolex on his wrist, the tie pin at his breast and the cufflinks on sleeves were each tastefully accented with high quality diamonds. Maybe he was playing into the cliché, but he really did like the ‘ice’ of gemstones.

Several stacks of large bills, crisp and bound in their bank bands were piled up in the middle of the table. The most recent job had been good to Icicle and the client had paid as promised. No muss, no fuss, no last minute double dealing. It had been a lucrative week.

Despite the blasé acceptance of the underworld element in the establishment, the presence of a an actual metahuman criminal (or ‘Supervillan’ as Cam preferred to call himself) still raised eyebrows. Cam loved it. He knew it was a little shallow, but he liked the ‘big fish among minnows’ celebrity status. It was an idle luxury. Now and then, real business came his way but most of them were just content to sneak glances at him when they thought he wasn’t looking. The expressions of wonder and a little bit of jealousy were fun and flattered his ego. The braver and more influential ones sometimes invited him for a drink or conversation. They would make small talk about current events, share a joke, talk shop and maybe drop a rumor or two. Mostly it was simply a way of demonstrating their own cosmopolitan sensibility and status to the others by hanging out with Icicle, but Cam was fine with that. It was an arrangement of mutual benefit.

Now and then however, real business came his way and the setting was perfect for that kind of things. Tonight had not proven to be such a night, but Cam wasn’t impatient. His companion for the evening, Nicole, was a dark haired young little thing that had an accent he still couldn’t place. She was an ambitious day trader that secretly belonged to that unofficial and taboo sub-culture of Supervillain groupies that got a thrill out of being in the company of ‘dangerous’ and ‘famous’ men or women. Tigress and he had encountered her a year ago and sometimes one or both of them would give the girl a call to invite her to be the arm candy for the evening. It was an interesting arrangement.

“Yoshiko, can I get a refill?” Icicle called out to the pretty waitress.
To his companion for the evening, “You honey? Need anything?”

A slightly intoxicated titter bubbles up from the lass and she shakes her head. Some folks can’t hold their sake.


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