Finishing touches

[tim-drake-robin.livejournal.com]

Open 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."

Comments

[krypton-or-bust.livejournal.com]

"Hah! but would you??? I know I would. She's totally hot."

[tim-drake-robin.livejournal.com]

"Man what is wrong with you? Is this some twisted freaky clone thing?
I would so not go there."

He tried to shake the image.

"Talia."

[krypton-or-bust.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah. In a Lazarus pit even." he retorted with bravado.

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."

[tim-drake-robin.livejournal.com]

Tim rolled his eyes.

"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."