Tony Gambi steps out onto one of the seemingly limitless streets of Keystone City from his apartment. He stands on the curb for a moment, smoke pluming from underground vents around him. He fidgets with his clothings, malcontent with the tight fit of his trench coat. He just barely manages to tie it around him waist... Not a very considerable market for clothing to fit seven foot five, three hundred and sixty five pound... man. Pulling his hat ever so slightly over his eyes, he continues to his destination, his first step towards more power... Perhaps absolute power. Feh, he never was one to think too too deeply. Not on account of any intellectual shortcoming, on the contray... It's simply always been easier, especially for this particuler troubled young... man.
The word seems someone foreign to him. Even the process of speaking it in his head now makes him uneasy. No... not uneasy... Gah, there he goes again.
But regardless of his willingness to think too deeply into most things, the current situation of Keystone City is all too clear... Utter havok. Not so bad in his particuler area, but from what he saw on his ancient TV resting on a fruit box in his apartment, they coulden't get much worse elsewhere. Thankfully, he was one of the recipients of a serum to protect himself from the mystical fear gas that is all too adundant in the city as of now, it almost has replaced the very air. Thank Cold for that... With his sort of power, losing control in a densley populated area such as this would cause untold untold death and destruction... And those have never been two things that Tony Gambi has been very comfortable with... If they're not in regards to The Flash that is.
Perhaps the Rogue situation is not as bad as he first feared. Some are still missing, most notably Captain Boomerang, but, from his short conversation with Captain Cold, his friend... Hell, even his father figure, things could be worse. "The rogues are a tough and capable bunch", he thinks too himself as he strides in massive steps to his location, given to him earlier not too long ago this very day by Captain Cold.
He inquired as to a unique item to Cold, one he had heard about passingly not very long ago. Supposedly the man to... wear this amazing piece of technology confronted The Flash only days before he himself became The Replicant.
His destination. Behind a dilapidated building, down a very short flight of steps. He knocks several times, as directed. A slot opens in the door, and desperate eyes peek out at Tony Gambi. "Password" speaks the man, nonchalantly. "Goldface" Replicant says without missing a beat.
The man tending to the door lets out a chuckle and immediantly drops the tough guy act. "Come right in Tony" he says, hand on Tony's back... "You know, usually I don't even ask for a password, but I just felt like messing around with you". The man attempts to shake Tony a bit, a friendly gesture. But Replicant is no longer a little boy, he no longer looks up to these men with unwavering devotion... Respect and admiration other things... But his view has changed. Especially considering this man is but a low level "tailor" to the rogues.
Tony Gambi takes it all in stride however, and within minutes he is given his "package". Yanking off the top of the suprisingly light wooden box, he lifts the strange garmet from inside.
The man speaks up... "Helluva thing, that suit. Lets its wearer move in-between dimensions I suppose. The 2nd, the 3rd, an' the fourth. 2nd I guess you're flat as a sheet of paper, and can't be touched... Not ta' mention you can effortlessy slice through just about anything. 3d, well, that explains itself... And, well, I guess I'll let you figure the rest out, I don't want to bore ya'."
Tony Gambi very well knows the potential of this suit. The wearer can go absolutely anywhere within this reality, nothing can stop you. You could also turn a three dimensional being into a 2d one, rendering them practially powerless in almost every way.
But, he will not wear this suit... No... Hand outstretched, he breaks the suit down into a technological mental imprint, and absorbs it into his body. "Ahhhh " he lets loose... "Always good to broaden your horizons... And this is only the beginning...?
But, Tony Gambi has priorities... Ones that are even more urgent considering the disarray the heroes are in... They haven't been this unorganized... Well, since ever. And so, logic dictates that his fnext stop be... The Trophy Room of the JLA satellite!