Finishing touches
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jla_watchtowerOpen crates containing plastic wrapped components and pallets bearing specialized and custom made equipment formed a semi circle around the main terminal station and over sized High Density monitor. The overhead lights punctuated a stark contrast of light in the immediate area when compared to the deep shadows around. Now and then the flash of light from an arc-welder would flare up and the distinct smell of welded metal would cut sharply into the air.
Tim's legs stuck out from an exposed panel in the wall behind the steel and chrome workstation. The sounds of diligent labor partially muffled by the paneling testified to his connection to the evidence of the welder's activity.
"Amanda Waller."
Tim's legs stuck out from an exposed panel in the wall behind the steel and chrome workstation. The sounds of diligent labor partially muffled by the paneling testified to his connection to the evidence of the welder's activity.
"Amanda Waller."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:17 pm (UTC)"Dude, she's almost my mom. No. Way."
He wiped a smear of grease off his cheek, or at least he tried. It ended up more like a smear.
Annoyed, he retrieved a rag to do a better job of removal.
"Blackfire."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:18 pm (UTC)"Hell. Yes."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:20 pm (UTC)"You sure? You know she'd like kill you afterwards, or make you her slave or something."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:21 pm (UTC)"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure I'd go with a smile. I'm sticking with 'Yes'."
He looked back to his game.
"Crap, zombie ate my brain. Gotta start over."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:24 pm (UTC)Tim turned off the welder and collected his tools. He slid out of the wall and began reattaching the panel.
"Mercy Graves."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:25 pm (UTC)His thumbs tapped across the screen of his phone.
"You done?"
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:28 pm (UTC)'Yes' on Starfire's bug-nuts sister but 'No.Way.' with Lex's hot secretary?"
He finished with the wall panel.
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:32 pm (UTC)"Blackfire might cap me, but she'd do it first. Mercy though, she'd just hit me with kryptonite or have a squad of Lex's goons bust in before we ever went there."
He gave a mean grin.
"Batgirl."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:33 pm (UTC)He cleared some of the boxes away from the immediate area and dug a small remote control out of a drawer.
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:34 pm (UTC)He thought about it and then snickered.
"The first one. The redhead."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:35 pm (UTC)"DUDE! you're sick. She's like my older sister."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-02 05:38 pm (UTC)I would so not go there."
He tried to shake the image.
"Talia."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:41 pm (UTC)He nodded towards the high tech console with it's readouts and blinking lights.
"Dude, lets see if you suck with a wrench or not."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:48 pm (UTC)"And here I thought Nightwing was a man-whore."
His thumb depressed the red button on the remote and the soft whirl of hidden motors sounded from inside the nearby wall. At the same time, the entire console, monitor and chair assembly began to move and the entire section of floor rotated one hundred and eighty degrees. What now stood before them was a plain desk with school books, a standard PC, chair and a few sport posters adorning the wall behind it. There was no sign or seam of a secret wall to be seen.
"Told you it'd work......you whore."