Melody and Naila Who: Melody and Naila What: Dropping off some samples Where: The facility When: Shortly after this but before this Warnings/Rating: Ra's.
Life was made full by moving parts. This one in play, this one burning in the back, this one moving, creeping forward to its destiny. His life was no different.
The move was a long time coming. The data had been gathered and now it was time to move into design, and from there implementation. Design, in this case, was both easy and not. It had been done before - Damian was the evidence of that. But this was not from scratch, and it required a surgeon's precision in an area that was equal parts science and art. He'd be able to, this was not a question. The only question was how long it would take.
And that was not even the question at the fore. How the new equipment was moved in and the old out would take time, but it also required some amount of secrecy in a place where secrets were sold at a premium. It would bear consideration.
But first, this. On a small USB stick were several sound clips of him speaking, not in his sister's voice, but in his own. He should have started this earlier, but he hadn't, and he hadn't needed it truly until now. Text was never his preferred method of communication, and he had a feeling that speaking with Damian would be the only way to get through to his grandson.
Small, half-inch heels clicking on the floor, Ra's walked down the hallway that led from his office to the private quarters and where Melody was. An interesting girl, and a useful one. Offering her the chance to win an upscale in quarters was no hardship, especially not when she deserved it. Sliding one hand into the pocket of her lab coat, she knocked on the door to her room. "Melody?"