@LauderTwo GCPD detectives made their way into the aftermath of the fire. Every wall of every floor of the building was black with soot and the damage was extensive. One detective, a portly older man, ran his fingers across the still warm surface of the cashier's counter.
The Fire Deptartment's own expert walked into the room from another space in the building. "You're looking for a firestarter, boys," he said. "It's all gasoline."
"I know." The detective responded. "It's a clean hit. They grabbed all the guns, almost all of the ammo..." he leaned over the counter to eye the smoldering corpse of the store owner. "And no witnesses."
The other detective, a taller, younger gentleman made his way to the body and crouched beside it. He took a pencil out of his coat pocket and lifted up the dead man's head by the chin, seeing the bullet wound made through the throat. He pushed the body over with his foot a bit to see the gaping exit wound at the base of the neck. "Point blank, 9 or 10 millimeter round. Probably drowned in his own blood."
The older detective lit a cigarette, mumbling "this is ironic," under his breath. He looked up to see a badly damaged video camera in a corner of the room. "Let's see what we can get from that. And let's get forensics in here asap, I'm betting these guys were sloppy somewhere, and I'm betting they're not done for the night." He started walking out of the store.
"It's going to be a long night."
@OnlyThePieEmpty Street, 9:45pm
The group of men unloaded the last few weapons from the armored truck just as a stifled scream was heard from a nearby alleyway. The Bullets all froze as an uneasy and unsettling feeling filled the atmosphere.
In a blink of an eye, and before anyone could react, a black shadowy figure pounced from above like a lightning strike, taking down one of the men clutching his newly acquired weapons. As quickly as he showed up, the Bat disappeared, zipping away into the darkness of the alley.
Normally, the men would at this point be running and screaming in terror; but these were not normal gang members. The Clip acted like a professional hit unit, not even waiting for a command from the Hammer before taking defensive positions around the burning armored truck and other vehicles on the empty street.
But like a virus attacking cells in the body, The Bat was quick enough to start taking them down. Zip lines shot out from the shadows, grabbing the men and pulling them into the darkness. Batarangs flew down from the rooftops knocking the men unconscious. No one could see the target, let alone fire a round at him. It was as though the Bat knew the gang's plans and was trying to prevent them from leaving; but that was impossible. The Hammer knew that behind the mask and showmanship, Batman was just a man. Still, he had the choice to make; try to make his stand against the Dark Knight here, or take what he could and try to flee.
@LordZellAs James checked the time, his criminal plans in mind, he barely noticed the man walking up to greet him. He was unrecognizable, but notably donned his own masquerade mask; a green mask reminiscent of a robin hood depiction. The man stretched out his hand to shake James' hand before addressing him.
"James Conrad, I'd recognize you with a bag over your head!" he joked. "My name is Simon LaCroix. I'm with Queen Industries, here on business, of course..."
The conversation trailed off, but eventually culminated to a point.
"Aubrey James made business very profitable for Industries like Queen and Wayne while he was mayor, so naturally, that's something we'd like to see. His campaign has been doing well, but I fear that there are some loose ends we'd--or, excuse me, I mean he--would like to tie up. I'm not promising anything, but if you're interested, I might be able to set up an interview to bring you on his campaign management team."
As the pack members approached the GCPD building, masks adorned and weapons in hand, what few officers remained nearby began to scramble. Gunshots went off and attendees started to scatter. In the confusion, Former Police Commissioner Ellen Yindel barely noticed that she had been hit.
When she looked down she could see the blood drenching her outfit, but wasn't sure where the wound was. She had been shot a few times before, so when her vision blurred and her balance left her she knew she was losing too much blood too fast. A pair of officers were able to grab her and rush her off site before the masked men were able to get her.
Before long, all 12 of the Pack were either dead or wounded. But that didn't necessarily matter. Every news station in Gotham just showed one of the most daring attack attempts, with all the attribution going directly to these canine masked men. The Pack's reputation would skyrocket, and every criminal on East End knew that The Pack was putting their stake claim to Bleake Island.
