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The response Talia received from the dangerously curious Mr. Bolton seemed practiced, automatic, as if it came directly from a customer service script. To that end she quirked a brow, the shadow of a bemused smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as she assessed just what kind of person this stranger was. Clearly not a seasoned sleuth, or at least not one anywhere near capable of standing against the League. And yet, by the looks of the video feed in front of her he didn't appear to be a particularly ferocious individual, so what did he plan to accomplish in this exchange? She would even go so far as to assume that he knew nothing of the League or the danger of inadvertently putting himself in her crosshairs. 

[color=7e2d52]"Indeed."[/color] she replied softly, [color=7e2d52]"Fortunately for you, I have more pressing matters to attend to and I'm feeling unusually....charitable. It would be in your best interest to forget this exchange and lose this number. I will forgive this transgression and we may both go on about our lives without incident. However, if you refuse and allow your curiosity to get the better of you then you will be putting your own safety in jeopardy."[/color]

The exchange was interrupted abruptly, as another window appeared on the holographic screen. It was a live feed of the security cameras within the facility where guards were lying unconscious, with it came a tone on the line indicating an incoming call. Talia's eyes narrowed as she examined the new feed, her teeth set on edge. Speaking to Anton once more her tone remained level despite the newfound complications, [color=7e2d52]"The choice is yours, Mr. Bolton, so choose wisely."[/color]

With that she terminated the call and switched over to the incoming alert, [color=ffffff]"Mistress, security has been compromised, we have an intruder."[/color]

Talia's demeanor shifted to that of a much more tactical nature, her fingers flying across the control panel to bring up the extensive security features of the compound, [color=7e2d52]"How many casualties so far? Number of assailants?"[/color]

[color=ffffff]"No kills. We found remnants of grappling wire and Visce caught sight of one of them. He was able to issue a warning but was found unconscious by the time we responded. The flesh on his hands was singed. Our security feed was compromised by an outside source, but when we received notice of a sighting we reset them manually."[/color]

She turned the clues around in her mind as she assessed the signatures of varying enemies. Guards left unconscious seemed a highly unlikely tactic for a great majority of the League's enemies. Most who sought to attack the League had no qualms about killing. Grappling wire and the use of non-lethal weaponry were undoubtedly familiar signatures, especially considering the particular city they were in. However, Talia could only think of perhaps a handful of individuals with the skills and training necessary to even attempt infiltrating a League facility. None of which possessed anything akin to an army. That narrowed down the list of potential intruders exponentially. It wasn't Bruce, so that only left one option. 

As if on cue the facility map on Talia's holographic screen began indicating detection on the motion sensors in the ventilation system. Zooming in, she pinpointed the intruder's route, [color=7e2d52]"Our prowler is in Sector Four, moving toward the elevator."[/color]

[color=ffffff]"Send in reinforcements?"[/color]

[color=7e2d52]"Only a handful, the calvary isn't necessary."[/color]

She terminated the connection and powered down the controls before making her way out of her office to intercept her uninvited guest. In Sector Four the air was crackling with tension as Nightwing stood surrounded by a handful of assassins, all of them waiting for the command to descend upon the interloper. The sudden ring of the elevator bell sounded and interrupted the heavy quiet, the doors opening to reveal Talia al Ghul, Daughter of the Demon, Mistress of the League of Assassins.

Viridescent eyes sparkled with an impeccable intensity as they met his crisp sapphire gaze. She stepped forward, her voice calm as she issued her command to the waiting guards, [color=7e2d52]"Stand down."[/color] The assassins eased and lowered their weapons, but still remained at the ready should he make any sudden movements. Continuing her approach she moved toward Nightwing and only halted when she stood but an arm's length from him, [color=7e2d52]"I can't say this is an entirely unexpected visit, if somewhat invasive. I would have gladly entertained a call if it meant sparing several of my men."[/color] A small, dismissive wave of her hand, [color=7e2d52]"But nevermind that, I have quite a few things to speak with you about."[/color] She paused only long enough to pass a glance around the room, [color=7e2d52]"Though perhaps this is a discussion better suited to the privacy of my office."[/color] Moving back to the elevator as the doors opened, she glanced back toward him and arched a brow, [color=7e2d52]"Well?"[/color]



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