Who: Edward Nygma When: Backdated, July 12th, 2017 Where: Location Only Known to one E. Nygma What: Back to basics Rating: Low
Going off the grid was easier than most made it out to be. Certainly, when you had a famous face, and an infamous career of crime/theme attached to said face, a little more work was involved. But unlike Joker, who needed a healthy tan, and Killer Croc, who had to keep to the sewers, Edward Nygma could blend with a little focus and prep.
Of course, procuring certain items made you a little more exposed, but only if you were dumb. And he had smarts aplenty, along with a long history and knack of quietly acquiring what was needed, and keeping it off the radar of those that looked into these kinds of things. It helped that the world had gone through a bit of a shock with HYDRA. It meant that people were looking for things ... but usually all in the same place. If you worked smart, as he did, and efficiently, as he also did, keeping anonymous was like strolling through the park.
What he did lack was infinite energy. Yes, he could stay awake longer than most, and his efforts wouldn't suffer like most others would. But eventually, you get tired and you need a nap. Today, he awoke in the middle of the afternoon, stretched, grumbled a bit, and then had his first cup of coffee. A shower, light "breakfast" and then it was straight back to work ... on the mess of wires, electronics and ... extra bits that had taken up his time and focus.
The news played on a small tv in the background and he only paused when he heard a familiar name: Steven Rogers. The picture of the blonde, square jawed man was on the screen, as the newscaster discussed the attack on SHIELD, HYDRA and of course the ties of all of it dating back to Captain America. Eddie's gaze shifted to said face, a familiar one that he'd just recently spent over six months in the company of.
....Could give him a call. See if the girls are pestering him...
No. No, that wouldn't do, Steven would only ask where he was, if he was alright and ... the man had other things he needed to be focused on. As did Edward. So he returned most of his focus back to the apparatus he was building solely from memory. Bad memories, but it couldn't be helped.
An alarm went off, and he sighed, stretched and then moved to a side room. "Meal time," he said, sliding the small hatch on the metal door open. It was just large enough to fit the bowl through, which he did
"LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT YOU SON OF A BITCH, I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL KILL YOU, HYDRA WILL RISE AGA--" The incensed yelling cut off as the hatch was shut, and Eddie moved away, back to his work.
"Soon enough, Mr. Reese," he said softly, taking up a soldering iron once again. "Soon enough, we will talk. I'm sure HYDRA has much to tell me, even after its failed...."