[B]Dutch Hill, Gotham City
7:06 PM[/B]

Like a stripper revealing herself, Mr.Wayne changed from partner to Burger King manager.

"Now run out the investigative string on this one. You're ready for a future attack, but the network is a weapon of last resort. You can't just sit and wait, hoping for them to strike again. Time to go on the offensive. You have some evidence and a the makings of a pattern of criminal behavior. It's enough to form theories on motive or potential identification. What are those theories? How do you find who's doing this? What's your next move?"

I sat quietly while I listened intently, as much as I hate being lectured, I hate being wrong more. And then I spoke:

"The perpetrator obviously has a background in special effects. Suspects may include anyone from magicians, to film producers, to chemists, to former military operatives. With the cause of fear and panic being his motivation, I'm willing to bet it was someone who had their dreams crushed, whether it be an abusive father, oppressive government, or a failed career.

Perhaps once the museum closes tonight we could investigate the scene to find out the chemical agents used to create the illusions before too much of the forensic evidence is destroyed by the GCPD. Also, finding the make and model of the projector, as well as all of the content stored on it, may help us narrow down our suspects."

I brushed my lip and scratched the bottom of my chin as I awaited a response from my [I]'partner.'[/I] The possibilities are endless, especially if all we're doing is looking at the smoke and mirrors.