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    More Fun #7

    Still, she asks herself, “Why me?  Why not someone higher up on the food chain?”

    She is ready to check this intel.  Ranger Nogales is ready to see what she is potentially up against.

    Sandra of the Secret Service

    “I can only provide you with the basics.  The rest you will need to gather on your own and not here.”

    Those are all the words Agent Sandra McLane needed to hear from the Queen of Gavonia, Yonda.  From inside the kingdom, their leader was now assisting an American agent.  As the two sift through various documents and statements, Sandra cannot help but ask.

    Sandra “So what convinced you that this was finally a good idea?  If you don’t mind me asking?”

    Yonda “It’s rather personal, actually.  I was a fan of watching the Grayson family perform every year.  If their fall was no accident, then I’d like to see those responsible punished.”

    Sandra “The local investigation suggested an accident initially, but then the Police Commissioner announced that he had evidence suspecting foul play.  It’s anybody’s guess, but I don’t think it was an accident, either.”

    Yonda finds a slight excitement in following a transaction path.  The name, Oswald Cobblepott continues to appear throughout.

    Yonda “Miss McLane, it appears as if this Cobblepott gentleman wants to be recognized somehow.”

    Sandra “One of many businessmen in Gotham and one of many that have shady backgrounds.”

    Information is printed out.  It is information that could prove vital to Sandra’s investigation.

    The Wrath of Fang Gow

    “You’re going in alone.”

    For most in this situation, it could be a moment that makes one nervous.  For Special Agent Jean Le Grand, it is a welcome challenge.  She has received her instructions from her superior for this mission.  Boarding the commercial airliner with documentation to help her, Le Grand looks over her notes.  She will need to have everything memorized before touching down as upon landing, she will need to delete the information immediately.

    Someone is missing and Jean is on her way to find that person.

    Jean Stanley

    Her name is Jean Stanley and between her and her ex, Emily Jane, the wisest decision was to avoid talking about their past too much while together.  At the very least, she has a reliable contact when it comes to gaining employment at LexCorp.  Just getting your foot in the door at LexCorp is hard enough.

    For Jean, if the opportunity is there to be employed, she can share in Lex Luthor’s vision in changing the world.  It is something she is looking forward to.

    Rose Spiritus

    Their eyes meet.

    His world becomes Rose’s.  She does not know who he is.  She does not know who the woman with him is.  She has experienced whatever nightmare from the woman and now it appears she is about to suffer through the man with the pieces of cardboard.

    He is clad in red and blue, having just placed this attire on.  There is a box that is beginning to glow.  The glow is ever brighter by the second and is swallowing everything around.  The box begins to swell and then Rose can feel herself scream in the man’s voice in anguish.

    She sees the blond woman reaching out.

    “Help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

    There is an explosion.  There is nothing left.  Soon, the nothing is replaced with the alleyway in Manhattan.  The alleyway is fuzzy.  Where once there was a shining, glowing box, there were now only pieces of cardboard and the man she had momentarily seen through the eyes of lying amongst the pieces.  She sees the woman on her knees, checking on him.

    None of this makes any sense.

    Rose’s eyes open.  She is back in her apartment in Brooklyn.  She is lying on her bed, clutching a piece of cardboard.

    Whatever it was, this is all that remains of it.  For a brief second, it gives off a mysterious shine.

    “Write us.  Save us.”

    Rose closes her eyes and she can see them.

    “Save us.”

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