Who: Edward Nygma & The Walking Incarnation of American Freedom Steven Rogers & Jason (if he wants to join!) When: Saturday, December 3rd, 2016 Where: New location, former hideout of The Riddler What: Moving & planning Rating: Low
The move had been necessary. Their plan to use Kalinski meant having to swap locations after the first part of said plan had been implemented. "Kalinski" had clumsily hacked (it had hurt Eddie to leave that many virtual fingerprints) into the SHIELD database and forged papers, wired money and put a hit out on another "Project Insight" member. And then he'd promptly gone on the run, presumably taking The Riddler with him.
The hotel that he'd planted Kalinski staying at was the best kind: only accepted cash (non sequential), no security cameras, and man behind a bullet proof glass window with a faulty memory. He'd remember Kalinski being there, for maybe a week ... or a month ... and a red-headed guy had been with him. Maybe.
And now, the second part of the plan, the part where Eddie had haphazardly left a few things with fingerprints on them (people never remembered to clean the tv remote), and yet had taken all of the towels and bedsheets with them (idiots always assumed that they'd leave enough DNA to tie them to the scene).
"It's appalling, really," Eddie groused to the tall blonde man behind him, the one who was carrying the unconscious Kalinski over one shoulder, and a duffel bag under the other. "They watch one episode of some police show and think they can scrub away a murder." Reaching the door, he blinked at the Christmas wreath on it. "Really ... Huh... didn't even realize it was that time of year already ..." A key was produced and inserted into the lock, but instead of turning it, he just pressed harder, until a small keypad popped out. A flurry of typing later (over 50 different numbers at least), the door unlocked and he stepped inside.
"This was one of the nicer ones," he said, grinning at the familiarity of the place. "Felt like a shame to tear it down. And besides, you never know when it will be useful to stash yourself away someplace with the mains wired into the doorknob, mmm? Right. The girls had rooms of their own, over there, as I recall, the door there is the bathroom, that closet doubles as a bunker, if you need it, and there's a trap door under that rug." He strode inside, setting his own bags down. "I suggest you stash our guest there. It's sound proof, so we don't have to worry about when he wakes up again."
The decor was green. VERY green, from the wallpaper, to the kitchen tile and even the couch. It was akin to a kind of bachelor pad, but with more style and less comforts. Not quite cozy, but livable longterm.