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[Corruption on Bat-Mute's computer]

[Whilst being an epic mope and going into one of his day long programming binges, Eddie notices someone trying to get to a couple Batcave files he had locked down during the toxin crazy. Sure, maybe it was his bad for forgetting to unlock the files, but he wants to know who's trying to see them. After not recognizing the digital signature, it takes him about an hour to freeze up Bat-Mute's computer.

The screen turns bright GREEN with a huge question mark blinking in the middle. If she tries to type or click her mouse, a black prompt comes up. It appears to be a text adventure. The words say:]


PLEASE ENTER YOUR NAME.
[BLINKING CURSOR BLINK.]

[Delivered to Gabriel R]
[Wednesday, all of the children's things. Every last sock and toothbrush, boxed up by professionals and delivered to his door. Should he call, her number has been disconnected. Playbill is closed, and the house has a "SOLD" sign in the front yard.]

[Right on the heels of this conversation]

[Phone Call: Ben S]

Ring Ring

[Locked: Shailee T/Lin A]

Hi, baby.

[Locked to Luke H, Laura D]
I'm heading out, and I won't have access until I'm back in the states. I'll be in touch once I can. Stay safe.

[Locked to Preston R, Bo D]
I'm about to go dark. Checkpoint in 168 hours, @ 1400. I have green light for extraction only if McKendrick is still ticking.

[Locked to Daniel W, Lin A]
I'm heading out of town. Stay inside, and don't throw things at the detail, alright?

[Locked to Drake W]
[General coordinates for a town outside Vegas. The radius is wide enough that it's not a bulls-eye, but it's close enough that he can get there with some surveillance and legwork.]

[Posted as 'Sam A' and locked to Neil, Louis, and Lin.]

[The post consists of nothing other than a handful of pictures. Each picture is in tight focus, pale limbs covered with a litany of dark bruises, some of them clearly handprints. Large hands, fingers gripping tight. There is another picture at the end, ink-blue eyes, filled with tears and terror, a shadow clearly looming over her as those lips purse into the shape the word "No."]

[Without really expecting much to come of it.]

And for my next trick, I'll make a bloodthirsty sociopath appear in my head.

The encore will be a vanishing act involving a nuthouse.

[Locked to Damian W]
You are not speaking to me?