>>6341405>>6341450>>6341463>>6341624Your fingers move quick. Kimble glances over before putting his eyes back on the road.
"Long list?"
"I wanna be prepared. Blueprints so I can try to recreate that sewer walk I did. Give us a straight forward route through the building."
"Good. You couldn't 'see' any traps or anything right? You just kinda put pencil to paper and get a path?"
"That's why I'm also gonna be asking for whatever files they can get me for previous raids on Crane's labs. Batman had a good streak catching 'Scarecrow' but it was always GCPD that raided the labs, picked up the henchmen or whatever. That means we probably have a history of the kinds of traps he likes, the locations he puts em, that type of thing."
"And that'll help your Shivers?"
"Not a crutch. Shivers gets me the path, but the files will let me use my head. I'll check out the old raids and compare it to my route so I can plot out where the traps are gonna be most likely."
"Seems pretty complex. Sure you can handle that?"
"I may go a little harder than usual with Shivers. Make sure to make this a good one."
"Didn't you pop a migraine last time you did that? Time after that you passed out."
"Yeah well, that was when I still had a tumor pressed against my brain and a lot less practice. I even have a contingency set up in case I start 'sleepwalking' again. Hopefully one of these guys has smelling salts on the off chance something does get weird they'll be able to wake me without having to slap me around."
"Cut that from the text. Behind your seat, my stake-out bag."
"You have smelling salts in your stake-out bag?"
"Fuck yeah, I do. If I'm going solo and start slipping I just crack one and it gives me enough life to down some energy drinks or canned coffee."
"Canned coffee? Jesus."
"It's imported from Japan, bro. My brother sends it to me. Also, isn't taking the lord's name in vain kind of a big deal for Catholics?"
"It's a matter of debate if that's even taking the name in vain." You say, finishing your message and hitting send. A reply dings before you can even hand the phone back. A thumbs up.
"Quick Response living up to the name." You chuckle handing the phone back. "Only reason I don't pelt this thing at your nuts is because you're driving, by the way."
"You're still bitching about that?" Kimble replies without looking, but his smarmy grin is aimed right at you.
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The car slows to a stop in a parking lot in the same general area but far enough out of the way to avoid any spotters. At least that's the hope, cause it isn't exactly subtle. Two Bulky SWAT trucks sit flush beside each other, back doors open wide. A pop up table and more than one folding stool are set as well. Kimble puts it in park and points to a man sitting in the back of the truck, fully kitted in tactical gear and balancing a laptop on a hard case while holding a brick phone up to his ear.
