jla_watchtower | Entries tagged with chip shreck

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"Good Evening Metropolis, this is Leonard Price, coming to you live with this weeks's top stories in the business world."

Price straightens a stack of papers as the camera cuts to live coverage of a press event.

"Well it's official, after weeks or rumors, Chip Shreck, heir of recently deceased businessman, Maximillian Shreck, has agreed to a merger with Tobias Whale's Whale Incorporated. Shreck Industries' stock had been consistently dropping with the death of its former owner until a recent bailout by Mr. Tobias Whale."

The camera focuses on an image of a young blonde-haired teenager shaking the hand of a massive albino man in a purple business suit. The camera focuses on Whale as he takes the podium.

"Thank you, but the real winners are the people of the United States. With this agreement begins the birth of the Shreck-Whale Conglomerate, a company that will stand firm in providing for the needs of the American public."

Whale's face turns somber as he puts an arm around Chip's shoulders.

"Also, I vow, hear and now, that as a friend of the Shreck family, I will do everything in my power to see to it that the murderer of Maximillian Shreck is brought to justice! Thank you."

The camera cuts back to the studio.

"That's our news for the hour, I'm Leonard Price, have a pleasant day."

Current Location: Metropolis, Shreck Headquarters

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Max Shreck sits, brooding, back in his luxurious penthouse office in Gotham City, at the top of Shreck's department store. Or rather, it would be luxurious had it not recently been the scene of a raid by Mr. Freeze and a bunch of his parka-wearing goons. As it is now, Shreck sits in a torn up leather chair, real hand pressed against prosthetic hand, blankly surveying the scene of destruction. Even his stuffed chihuahua Geraldo has been defiled by the crooks, its back strategically shaved and head lopped off.

"Where did it all go wrong...?" A lesser man would weep. Max just takes it out on his employees, his son and on Catalina, when he has the opportunity. Chip and Catalina had been wise enough to maintain a distance lately, but there had been more than one manager or consultant ask him how he was doing, only to find their desks boxed up by the time they got back.

Max presses the button on the new intercom, which has just been placed on the damaged table rather than secured to it. "Send in Ms. Reyes, please." He puts his fingers together again, and waits for Catalina to enter.

Current Location: Gotham City, NJ

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Standing at a podium in Liebfeld Plaza, Metropolis, with his son to his left, his... woman.... to his right, and surrounded generally by hired bodyguards (all of decent repute, of course), Max Shreck cuts an imposing figure in the very expensive deep bottle green suit that he had made by Gambi tailors of Keystone.

"The City of Tomorrow!" He punches his gloved fist into the air, and a smirk of a smile wrinkles across his face as the crowd roars in approval. Time to crank the crowd up by speaking in that way the critics love to poke at, but the public seem to love. "Let me tell you something, Metropolis," he takes the microphone out of its holder, and walks about the stage. "When my good friend, Bruce Wayne, of Wayne Enterprises, said to me, "Max, Metropolis will never have you," I told him to shut his Gothamite mouth."

He continues walking, twirls the microphone a little, and laughs. "Because the City of Tomorrow, is where Max Shreck belongs!" He claps himself, and raises the microphone again. "I said to him, Metropolis is the brightest star in this opulent country, and I'll be damned if I'm not the brightest entrepreneur this country has ever seen."

Max lowers his tone to a regular volume, with no high or low inflections, smile still in place. "Okay, that sounds egotistical. You got me. I've got a lot of love for myself, for the work I've done, for the businesses I've created, and the employees under my wing. Today is the opening of Shreck.net, not two blocks from this very Plaza. And with Luthor running scared back to his mommy, Shreck.net is gonna be the chief employer of this city. You're all gonna be my crew, you're all gonna getta lotta love from Mohammed Shreck, and Metropolis, the people of Metropolis, are going to wonder..."

He stops, and pauses. "I hope, that they're gonna wonder, "How did we ever come this far without Max?""

The applause is slightly more muted, but when administrators start handing out gift packages around the crowd, applications for jobs by the hundred, the voices are raised. He punches the air again, and walks into the small pavilion tent to have a drink with his two closest aides.

"Did you think that was a bit too much, Ms Reyes?" He swigs from a bottle of Highland Spring.

Current Location: Metropolis

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A twenty-two year veteran of the Metropolis PD, Detective John Mercado is what the rookies like to call a 'lifer.' The adjective is apt - he's been with the PD for two decades and he'll be with them two more, if they let him. In those twenty-two years, he's pretty much seen it all - wives who've shot their kids, sick pedophiles collecting kids in the basement, you name it. Working in Metropolis has added an element of the surreal as well - he's almost gotten used to the criminals running around with laser pistols and hypno rays, let alone the real freaks like Parasite.

This woman he's been sent to talk to was no Parasite victim. But whoever did this to her is every bit as sick and depraved.

Mercado gives the rapsheet a look. Catalina Reyes, DOB 09/02/76, 5'2 and 115 lbs. One known relative - Alejandro Reyes, an official of some sort in the government of third-world nation Costa Linda. No criminal record. Seemingly the model citizen, and yet her record is so blank that it automatically raises the detective's suspicions. She doesn't even have any traffic violations, for Pete's sake.

He's not here to worry about that, though. Mercado is here to find the scumbag who did this to her.

Flashing his badge, Mercado steps past the nurse and into Reyes's room.

Current Location: Metropolis

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Having taken a day or so in New York for shopping and a glance at a former flame (or inferno), Catalina returns to Metropolis on a private jet courtesy of her new business partner. In the limo ride back to the luxury suite she occupies with Max, she is uncharacteristically quiet, pensive.

She even tips generously the bellhop that carries her luggage and purchases to the suite for her.

"Max?" she queries as she closes the door behind her. "Estas aqui?"

(OOC Note: some may find this scene potentially disturbing. Consider it R-rated for violence.)

Current Mood: anxious

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