Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

Closed into their own personal labyrinth away from the other team, the Blackhawk finally relaxes her stance once she's convinced that the doors coming down are all that's going to happen, and looks at Bronze Tiger and Plaz.

"Guess we know which way we're headed," she says philosophically, as she glances down the hallway. "This shouldn't stop 'Riz from keepin' in touch with us, though."

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[bronze-tiger.livejournal.com]

"Try me." he said with just the right amount of cocky self-assurance.

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

They open a crack at first, and then Eel mutters.

"Oh my God..."

Then, he swings them both open. Revealing a bedroom that looks like twelve video gamers live there - clutter, porn and some horrible body odor.

"Look at all the junk food," he adds, taking a Bill Murray shift to his head. Food wrappers are everywhere.

The other room is apparently some kind of study. Cluttered and messy as well, but a different kind of B.O. plus office-supplies stench to it.

[bronze-tiger.livejournal.com]

"You take the bedroom, I'll take the study." he said, walking into that room like he owned it. It was quite a sight to see - almost as if Central Casting had been tasked to provide a stereotypical Mad Scientist study.

Fetuses in jars, dribbly candles, all sorts of other mess. It would take hours to rough-sort this room.

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

Immediately, Plas is sifting through the porn magazines.

"'Juggs?' Wow, this guy is low-rent."

Several more sets of eyes pop out of his head to search a little faster, while one set is focused firmly on the boobs.

"I figured him for at LEAST a Penthouse guy, with this kind of mountain set-up..."

[bronze-tiger.livejournal.com]

Ben just ignored the salacious commentary and searched the room as thoroughly as he could while disturbing as little as possible. However, the small notebook was crying out to be opened and examined.

So he did.

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

Eel manages to dig up something a bit sticky and gross... but cracking it open sets off a bulb.

"Huh. Something that could almost be a journal, but it's gibberishy..."

His head tilts.

"Or he's paranoid enough to even keep his private dream diary thoughts in code..."

[bronze-tiger.livejournal.com]

"Apparently whoever keeps this place is a real documentation nut. I found one too." he said. "We'll bring them along, have some of the NSA codebreakers see if they can break it." he said authoritatively.

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

Ugh. Crusty hand towels...

"Yeah, I'm done in this room. Time to kick down some of these other doors. Your kickin' stick still kickin'?" he asks, reeling himself out of the bedroom.

"And damn, I hope we don't have to try and crack this code ourselves. I suck at the Jumble..."

[bronze-tiger.livejournal.com]

"I'll hold up my end." he said casually. His leg hurt like a bitch but it wasn't to the point of inhibiting his ability to fight.

Yet.

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

"Then I'm gonna try to squeeze my nugget through these door cracks, see if I can't find out what he's got locked up in here."

And a damn trap door release... or a map to this joint... or a mad scientist to strangle or SOMETHING.

Flattening his form, he tries to ooze through a pair of doors at the same time...

[jla-eb.livejournal.com]

What he sees on the other side of the doors is the very lab they've been looking for, complete with one Blackhawk who seems to have acquired a new friend. (http://community.livejournal.com/jla_watchtower/1198738.html?thread=36477586#t36477586)