[i][b][center]March 8, 5:35 Pm PST
Sunspot Cafe, Coast City

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Jessie headed back to her computer setup, waiting impatiently for another signal from inside the base as she got another ted be interesting. Jessie debated for just a moment before reaching into her backpack and pulling out a connector, plugging her goggles, still concealed in her backpack, into her computer. This way she wouldn't miss a signal while she checked out this new clue. Jessie focused on her phone, sending her mind out to trace back the signal from Ezras, just as she had done the day they had discovered each others secrets. It was easy to find, and she could feel a physical connection between his phone and what she assumed was the stolen one. That was good, she wouldn't have trace another wireless signal.

Getting into the DEO agent's phone was simple, all she had to do was tell the password block that it had received the correct password, and she was in. Cell phone security was only so advanced compared to the stuff that was likely in the lab systems. Made you wonder why they issued cell phones at all. A lot of it was to be expected, phone calls to and from what she assumed was the office, text conversations with coworkers, a chatting app that was likely unmonitored so they could gossip on company time, pretty standard stuff. There was, however, an app that appeared to be a custom DEO one. Jessie could see shift assignments, guard patrols, access points... A detailed map of the base! And an unused string, which appeared to be some kind of prototype keycard app. It wasn't finished, but Jessie thought as long as she could get her hands on one keycard, she could probably tie it to the phone, so they could open doors remotely.

Jessie snapped out of her connection and began typing at her phone screen, sending a new message to Ezra. [i]"Good shit on there, got a map and all the shift changes. If we can get a keycard too, I might be able to rig up a way to open doors for us."[/i] Pressing send and nodding to herself, Jessie turned her attention to her computer to see if anything had come in.

[i]Judas. Prototype core. Quarantine server near lab. Last message, discovery probability rising[/i]

Sitting straighter in her seat, Jessie reread the message from her mysterious source. Prototype core in a server? Was this Judas an AI? But it had seemed so real, so desperate... If it was an AI, it was beyond anything she had ever seen. That alone was worth looking into, even if Ezra hadn't had his own reasons for coming here. If they could get Judas out, convince it to work with them, the things they could achieve were almost beyond comprehension! Jessie needed that core, and began typing another message to Ezra.

[i]"PRISONER UPDATE, IT'S AN AI I THINK. SUPER ADVANCED, I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT WAS AI TILL IT OLD ME. WE NEEEEEED TO RESCUE IT, IT'S AMAZING"[/i]

[b][i][center]March 13, 1:00 AM EST
Gotham City Stadium, Gotham City

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The red dripped down the painted brick walls making up the outside of the stadium, illuminated only by the dull glow of the street lamps. With a few large brushstrokes encircling the uppercase A's, transforming them into anarchy symbols, the well-dressed white-faced woman stepped back, admiring her handiwork. She had half-expected to be interrupted by much more than the hapless security stooge lying in a pool of his own blood, but it seemed as though the security enforcement of the city had better things to do with their time than investigate reports of a strange woman painting with blood after her spray can ran out of paint. No matter. The message was clear, and would reach its intended target soon enough. As a final measure, Anarkee stepped back up to the body of the guard and shoved him a bit, planting a pressure-release fear/anger toxin bomb underneath his corpse. Mixing the concoctions produced a less strong effect than either a Terror or a Rage bomb, but the combination of the two was still interesting, and the blast would likely be large enough to affect anyone within twenty feet or so. Turning a garden spotlight to highlight her work, Anarkee stepped away, satisfied with her nights work, and the writing on the wall with a crude drawing Grim's wolf head symbol.

[b][center]BEWARE the rise OF the GRAVES[/center][/b]