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[i]Nykawa Center - Faraway Isle, Gotham[/i]

Nykawa Center sat upon a sizable mass of ragged rock formally known as Faraway Isle, presiding over Gotham's East River while casting a foreboding silhouette in the steady mist of rainfall. The structure had originated in the 1930's as a prison, with it's primary appeal being the distance from the mainland, but after a large riot and subsequent fire killed several of the inmates the prison was put out of commission. It wasn't until nearly a two decades after the fire that an astronomer by the name of Toshio Nykawa bought the island with the intent to renovate and reopen it as an astrological science center, thus renaming it Nykawa Center. The new aspiration for the desolate little island would never come to fruition though, as Nykawa and his team of renovators suddenly disappeared without a trace shortly after completing the project. Since then Faraway Isle has garnered a reputation of being cursed and even haunted amongst the more superstitious people of Gotham. 

Fortunately for the League, it made for a rather perfect and secluded base of operations, which was not a coincidence. The island was by no means a new acquisition, as Talia's father had secured possession of the land under a pseudonym a decade ago with the intention of turning it into a foothold for the League within Gotham. After the death of Ra's over a year ago Talia established control of the League and enacted plans to develop the Nykawa Center into a fortress for her own means. However, with recent events calling her to Gotham, Talia had to make use of the base before it was finished being reinforced. Despite the unfinished state of the Center, and the considerable protection of a secluded island, there were all manner of high-security measures in place should an enemy of the League discover their presence and choose to pose an attack. So not only was the island hard to get to, it was even more difficult to approach or move around without being seen. 

In almost any other scenario she would have taken to one of several safehouses within Gotham that had been utilized by the League in the past, but her current operations were in need of a large facility and a particular degree of privacy that could not be easily achieved within the city limits. Her research was in too critical a stage to abandon or leave unsupervised halfway across the world, so she brought the entire project with her and stationed it within the completed underground sector. While the surface of Nykawa was well guarded with privacy walls, security gates, motion sensors, watch towers, and staffed by some of the most deadly and ruthless assassins the League had to offer on patrol, the [i]real[/i] protection was focused on what lay beneath the surface embedded in the dense rock, hidden from prying eyes. 

The hour was late when Talia arrived on the small island by way of a private boat, a handful of imposing men accompanying her as she made her way through several gates with armed guards - only some of whom were visible to the naked eye. The main building was impressive in scale and architecture, acting as an advanced training facility, mission control center, and living quarters. Once inside the building Talia dismissed her security detail and made her way to her private office. The office was richly decorated in black lacquer paneling and supple wine upholstery, with a hint of gold filigree detailing etched into the furniture. On the wall farthest from the door and behind the desk stood floor-to-ceiling one-way windows that looked down over a large training room, wherein several League members were sparring. 

Talia made her way into a closet hidden behind one of the many lacquered wood panels, reemerging dressed in fitted black slacks and a cream silk blouse before moving to her desk. As if on cue there was a small chirp and a screen beneath the tempered glass desktop sprang to life. She passed her fingers over the touch screen and a voice came through, [color=ffffff]"Mistress, we're receiving an incoming transmission from an unrecognized source. CCTV recordings of your recent encounter in Gotham City confirmed that an unidentified citizen intercepted the calling card left for the detective. Tracing the number returned the name of Anton Bolton."[/color]

A frown found her lips at the news, eyes narrowing as she assessed her options. Who was this Anton Bolton, and why would he opt to call some number found on an unidentifiable card? Talia wasn't concerned the number could be traced back to her, as it was routed through countless random proxies and all technology used by the League was encrypted, but this stranger having any connection to her was vaguely worrisome and had to be dealt with. 

[color=7e2d52]"Put it through. And send me the CCTV footage."[/color] Placing a small receiver in her ear, she turned it on and waited for the call to be patched through, pressing another button to answer it after the second ring, [color=7e2d52]"Mr. Bolton."[/color] Her greeting was cold and sharp, clearly framing her displeasure at receiving a call from someone she did not give permission to contact her. [color=7e2d52]"Perhaps you're unaware, but placing unsolicited calls to a woman is considered poor etiquette. You don't know me, but I will tell you now that I am not someone particularly forgiving of bad manners."[/color] There was that tell-tale shadow of a threat dancing through her inflection. Simultaneously, her right hand was pressing more buttons on the touch screen computer embedded within the desk, the footage from the CCTV feed suddenly expanding in holographic form before her as her gaze flickered over the man rushing to Bullock's aid after her departure earlier that evening. [i]Perhaps a good samaritan with a dangerous predilection for curiosity?[/i] Talia could have easily dismissed the matter by not answering the call, but for the moment she would aim to slake his curiosity so he might refrain from further foolish examination into what happened to the detective.

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