The Servants of Brainiac

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Milton Fine has never been here before. But he knows it. He knows this place from when his true form was here, and the memories, implanted vestiges inside his part-human, part-Coluan android mind, recognise this facility for what it is. Its ultimate use. Fine smiles to himself and pockets the pass he removed from the now deceased guard on the front gate. Clearly only hired for show, as he looked far too old, overweight and incompetent to ever defend the factory or even be aware of what was inside.

To everyone else, the old Lynch's Gasworks factory in Woonsocket, Rhode Island, is just a dilapidated relic that children occasionally play and go missing in. Funnily enough, parents also go missing in there when they search for their kids. As this trend has been going on for several decades now, the inhabitants of the local area tend to stay away from the Gasworks out of habit, and just urge their kids to play in the road instead.

Apparently, it's safer.

Fine steps in puddles of long-congealed oil, water and other muck, and over collapsed pieces of machinery and random bits of iron. All part of the elaborate disguise. The Gasworks has been active in its true purpose for years fulfilling a number of different functions, but at present, being the last resting home of the servants of Brainiac.

The last of the replicants.

Fine clears his throat. "Activate B091LLK8BrainiacBeta". Nothing happens. A small look of concern crinkles his forehead, and then he tries again. "Activate B091LLK8BrainiacBeta". Nothing.

"Now how do we wake you up then, I wonder..." Fine pulls some corrugated iron away from a hatch in the wall, only 2ft by 2ft, and climbs through into a darker, smaller room. His eyes light up red, and the room is lit eerily by the crimson glow. "There you are." He smiles again, and he walks over to touch the replicant partially encased in what appears to be a glass shell.

Still Running

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He emerges from the Gotham train tunnels, bruised and bloody, but at least he's alone. He's not sure why. That spell might have helped, sure, but if those two want him they'll be after him.

So he's not the target. Good to know.

He should find Selina, warn her. Or maybe he should get to Zee, talk to her. Divine if Selina is the target or not. Find out who is. Do something.

All he really wants to do is find somewhere to collapse and hide, but no. That has to wait.

Right now, he just needs to keep moving. He's at one of the parks now, making fairly good magically-enhanced time. Moving among the hidden paths of Gotham, taking shortcuts through the sprawl where he can.

Finally at Gotham Park, he forces himself to stop. He's wheezing something awful, and isn't in nearly the shape to do this. A quick rest and then he'll be back on his feet, ready to go.