OOC: I'm enjoying the posting here ALOT lately. And TWYLIGHT...your last post was the most I've ever seen you type, and it was....magnificent. Very well characterized, especially with the ' you have no messages at this time' ending. Well, you should have one after this next post. Cya in Africa. Bring a lunch.
IC: Digger, after gathering his supplies, headed to a restaurant for a late supper. While eating he pondered about his current feelings. Overall, he felt pleased with himself. He hadn't made any money, and knew there was none available on tonights job, but he still felt like he was accomplishing what he came to do. He was getting back to basics, as it were. He was surviving on his wits and skills alone, no gimmicked boomerangs and no metahuman entanglements. He smiled to himself and ordered some cheesecake for dessert.
After dessert, Digger left a large tip and stepped out into the night air. He went to the vehicle he had inherited and gathered his belongings, leaving the car in the parking lot. It was 11:28 and he figured he could make the walk to WayneTech by his midnight goal. At 11:50 he was standing beneath a huge shade tree, he had stowed his duffle bag, and had inventoried the gear on his person twice, just to make sure.
Digger knew from his surveillance that there were six guards on duty. Dressed in black, he cut his way through the fence and crept across the plants' courtyard. Taking a spot beside a large shrub, he pulled out his small laptop and accessed the main security files. He set the security monitors on loop and stood confidently.
He then walked calmly across the parking lot to the main entry. He entered the word 'Fosters' on his computer and the access light flicked from red to green. 'Bingo', he thought. He pulled out two boomerangs and threw them the moment he burst through the doors. The two security guards at the main desk had wide-eyed expressions on their faces as the boomerangs penetrated their foreheads and scrambled their frontal lobes. Quickly Digger moved around the desk and shoved the bodies under it. He pulled out his boomerangs from the guards heads with a sickening *shluk* sound. He planted some explosives under the desk and accesed the security computer, sending a false alarm at the river side access of the WayneTech complex.
'This's too easy,' he thought. He then made his way through the complex planting his explosives. Seven minutes later, he was ready to make his exit, but had one last detail to attend to. He logged into the WayneTech e-mail server and sent the following message:
Dear Bruce,
Your company was unintentionally killing people here to make a profit, so I have corrected your oversight...also doing it WITHOUT a profit, just so you know. I realize you will wish to hunt me down, but first, I want you to know what will happen if you do. I was kind enough to do this when the plant was mostly empty, however, if you come here I will use the personnel data in my possession to slay every single WayneTech employee from this plant. More importantly, I have an e-mail that will reveal your identity to the world if I don't de-activate it daily. It seems your late night activities have affected your business ethics and oversight capabilities. Let this serve as a wake-up call. I have access to Customs and air traffic computers. If you set foot on this continent, people will die before you leave the airport. Have a nice day, mate.
Your Friend,
DH
His work completed, Digger left the complex. He could hear the radio chatter of the guards trying to figure out the river side breach. As he returned to his gear, the first detonation occurred. Then the second, and so on. Digger lit a cigarette and enjoyed the view.
TO BE CONTINUED.......
OOC: See ya soon Dinah. Can't wait to read your dying post. J/K
