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jla_watchtower2011-01-21 10:12 pm
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Putting Affairs in Order
Whale was in his personal training room. Only wearing a muscle shirt and a pair loose sweat pants, Whale was as comfortable as he could be in his current circumstance. Three men circled him, each a formidable fighter. Whale was at the peak of human fitness, so there was little need for exercise for that purpose. Rather, the goal was to teach him a more refined combat style. It was difficult, but fruitful.
One of the men sped toward him with a kick. Tobias slaps the blow aside, connecting with a punch to the stomach. The second man goes for his leg, but Whale lifts his foot out of the way and then drives into the man's vulnerable ankle. The second fighter screams as he falls to the ground, holding the now broken bone. The third man came in fast with a flurry of punches and kicks, faster than Tobias could defend. So instead Whale took a page from his life on the streets and connected with a head-butt. The third fighter staggered, and with impressive flexibility for a man his size, drops him with a roundhouse kick.
"Forty five seconds sir, a new record." His secretary said as she brought him a bottle of a water. "Chiller has reported in, he and Deathstroke have just arrived. I'm told they have brought Brick with them."
Tobias takes a swig from the bottle before answering.
"Have our people put Brick somewhere secure and tell them to come up. I wish to speak to them."
"Yes. Mr. Whale."
The secretary gives a nod as she leaves the gymnasium.
One of the men sped toward him with a kick. Tobias slaps the blow aside, connecting with a punch to the stomach. The second man goes for his leg, but Whale lifts his foot out of the way and then drives into the man's vulnerable ankle. The second fighter screams as he falls to the ground, holding the now broken bone. The third man came in fast with a flurry of punches and kicks, faster than Tobias could defend. So instead Whale took a page from his life on the streets and connected with a head-butt. The third fighter staggered, and with impressive flexibility for a man his size, drops him with a roundhouse kick.
"Forty five seconds sir, a new record." His secretary said as she brought him a bottle of a water. "Chiller has reported in, he and Deathstroke have just arrived. I'm told they have brought Brick with them."
Tobias takes a swig from the bottle before answering.
"Have our people put Brick somewhere secure and tell them to come up. I wish to speak to them."
"Yes. Mr. Whale."
The secretary gives a nod as she leaves the gymnasium.
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"Very well, Wilson. Enlighten me as to what really happened."
As the two speak a red-haired woman enters the room. She's dressed in casual attire, but she moves silently and with precision. She makes no threatening moves as she walks past Slade and takes up a position beside Whale.
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"You're generally a man of your word, so I'll believe you. In truth I wouldn't mind terribly if he did die, but if a resource can be utilized I'd prefer that over utter destruction. Green Arrow is potentially a very..lucrative resource to me."
Whale takes another drink from the water bottle as his sparring partners limp from the room, keeping a considerable distance from Deathstroke.
"I've been told you've brought Brick here."
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