Post by Victor Fries on Jul 3, 2015 21:33:34 GMT
It wasn't a bang that started the show, it was more of a thud, but if one would have been unfortunate enough to be caught up in the momentary chaos that the thud followed it is safe to say would be in a state of chill, if you will. The thud was from an improvised explosive crafted by one Dr. Victor Fries of Harvard fame, and former employ of the now defunct GothCorp, in fact he was the Chief of Research, which might explain his ability to craft an explosive which instead of incinerating the target, would freeze the target in a stasis – any target of any material compound—animate or inanimate. He used these “explosives” on Gotham City's most prestigious bank, Gotham Central Bank, which did business with Gotham's richest families and biggest private entities, legal and extralegal. Fries was targeting the vaults of those who had rejected his plea for help; those vaults belonging to Wayne Enterprises, MetroPoly Pharmaceuticals, among others.
Dr. Fries placed these explosives in three areas, the main vault access door, the front entrance, and the main floor. It was closing time, the employees were wrapping up their shifts, looking forward to their after work activities. He worked to place these devices over the course of a week, using the guise of applying for a last loan despite his credit being in shambles.
It was one minute after the devices ran their course that Fries stepped across the frozen threshold towards the vault door. He stood in front of it, sizing it up, and as a smirk spread across his face, he knocked politely on the frigid surface—causing it to crumble into fragments.
“Lucius, you have known me for quite some time. I've lived here in Gotham for what seems like a millennia, I've done good things for the community.” Fries pleaded, “Now, I need the help, a benefit of a doubt. I know if I have more time and funds that I can save her, and maybe millions who are experiencing the same genetic ailment.”
“I understand, Victor, believe me, I do. Unfortunately, the corporate power structure here at Wayne has changed drastically since Bruce's disappearance, and despite me being left at the helm in Bruce's stead, the board holds majority power, especially in terms of funding.” said Lucius Fox.
Fries stepped through the frame where the vault door once stood, and made his way through the corridor. It took him only five minutes to leave the coffers of his targets with his objective goal. In the morning, they would discover the news of their account balances with Gotham Central Bank at Zero dollars and Zero cents.
“Zero.” Fries muttered, “The amount of options... you've left me with.”
As he escaped, the consequences of his actions Fries knew he must deal with eventually, but not now. His preparations were perfectly executed, it bought him a month's time. He felt guilt as he escaped, merging himself into the din of a busy Gotham night. But the feeling was fleeting, as momentary as the charge the set off his success. He focused on his next task, which was to move his terminally ill wife from her stasis capsule at Fries' foreclosed home.
“So what are you telling me, Lucius?” Fries asked.
“I'm telling you that as interim Chief Executive Officer, I cannot authorize funds for a “research sub-contractor”.” Lucius said. “It's a complex web of... well, bullshit, to be frank, Victor. There's nothing I can do, Zero.”
“It's for a genetic disease! Sure, it's rare, but there are similar conditions that I am positive that my cure can treat if... if...” Lucius cut him off as the wave of desperation began to settle in.
“Victor, I'm sorry. It doesn't matter to the board what it's for, and who is asking for it. Look, if Bruce was here, you would have your money- Hell, you would probably have full access to our facilities. But, things have changed.”
Things have changed, a cold front stirs from the South towards Gotham. The city may be caught in the fire of a mob war and the chaos left in Batman's void, but now begins the freeze. As authorities began investigating the crime scene at Gotham Central Bank, Fries began the process of finding and securing his base of operations. He would plan the best way to transfer his wife from her stasis capsule to the new facility, any mishap would cause supreme failure--Nora's inevitable demise.
Dr. Fries placed these explosives in three areas, the main vault access door, the front entrance, and the main floor. It was closing time, the employees were wrapping up their shifts, looking forward to their after work activities. He worked to place these devices over the course of a week, using the guise of applying for a last loan despite his credit being in shambles.
It was one minute after the devices ran their course that Fries stepped across the frozen threshold towards the vault door. He stood in front of it, sizing it up, and as a smirk spread across his face, he knocked politely on the frigid surface—causing it to crumble into fragments.
“Lucius, you have known me for quite some time. I've lived here in Gotham for what seems like a millennia, I've done good things for the community.” Fries pleaded, “Now, I need the help, a benefit of a doubt. I know if I have more time and funds that I can save her, and maybe millions who are experiencing the same genetic ailment.”
“I understand, Victor, believe me, I do. Unfortunately, the corporate power structure here at Wayne has changed drastically since Bruce's disappearance, and despite me being left at the helm in Bruce's stead, the board holds majority power, especially in terms of funding.” said Lucius Fox.
Fries stepped through the frame where the vault door once stood, and made his way through the corridor. It took him only five minutes to leave the coffers of his targets with his objective goal. In the morning, they would discover the news of their account balances with Gotham Central Bank at Zero dollars and Zero cents.
“Zero.” Fries muttered, “The amount of options... you've left me with.”
As he escaped, the consequences of his actions Fries knew he must deal with eventually, but not now. His preparations were perfectly executed, it bought him a month's time. He felt guilt as he escaped, merging himself into the din of a busy Gotham night. But the feeling was fleeting, as momentary as the charge the set off his success. He focused on his next task, which was to move his terminally ill wife from her stasis capsule at Fries' foreclosed home.
“So what are you telling me, Lucius?” Fries asked.
“I'm telling you that as interim Chief Executive Officer, I cannot authorize funds for a “research sub-contractor”.” Lucius said. “It's a complex web of... well, bullshit, to be frank, Victor. There's nothing I can do, Zero.”
“It's for a genetic disease! Sure, it's rare, but there are similar conditions that I am positive that my cure can treat if... if...” Lucius cut him off as the wave of desperation began to settle in.
“Victor, I'm sorry. It doesn't matter to the board what it's for, and who is asking for it. Look, if Bruce was here, you would have your money- Hell, you would probably have full access to our facilities. But, things have changed.”
Things have changed, a cold front stirs from the South towards Gotham. The city may be caught in the fire of a mob war and the chaos left in Batman's void, but now begins the freeze. As authorities began investigating the crime scene at Gotham Central Bank, Fries began the process of finding and securing his base of operations. He would plan the best way to transfer his wife from her stasis capsule to the new facility, any mishap would cause supreme failure--Nora's inevitable demise.