Slade Wilson; Deathstroke (dstheterminator) wrote in modernage, @ 2010-12-14 00:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | slade wilson | deathstroke, sofia falcone |
Who: Slade Wilson. Open to Rose Wilson and Sofia Falcone.
Where: Abandoned factory building in Gotham.
When: Wednesday, June 30th, 2010
Summary: Slade makes himself available for a meeting to discuss how best to deal with the Red Hood.
The abandoned factory was in a part of Gotham that was dangerous and seedy enough that Slade had little worry about making it his temporary headquarters. Since initially deciding upon the building, he had spent countless man hours setting up surveillance cameras all over the building and into the surrounding alleyways. While more than ninety percent of the factory was left as barren and empty as when he found it, he moved all of his gear and computer terminals into a hidden sub basement that, naturally, had what was now a well concealed entrance thanks to his handiwork. Coupled with an assortment of booby traps and automated defenses, he felt more than confident that he could repel anyone who did somehow find him here, and really... given all the work he had put into the place, he almost hoped for such a confrontation.
But then, his purpose here was not his own, or he'd have hunted down the Red Hood himself already. No. He was here with the express purpose of building up his daughter, and he hoped, through helping Sofia to regain some claim over Gotham that she would finally learn how to truly follow in his foot steps.
Standing in his notorious blue and orange costume, with his mask tugged into his belt, he watched the computer terminals, wondering if his daughter and Rose would make it. His daughter, because he wanted her to be the one to ultimately deal with the Red Hood, and Sofia, of course, because he wanted to further cement his alliance. Certainly, he could have requested to hold a meeting at the Falcone estate, but he wanted the utmost privacy, and whatever he did think of Sofia he thought less of the rest of her family.
...Not that his own family was anymore functional...
Muttering something to himself, he waited to see if one or both of them would show.