Rooms

[With only the warning of a single madman in Gotham, the bombs set in Wonder City go off and start a terrible chain reaction. The underground architecture falls like dominoes, causing mazes of tunnels to collapse and a terrible manmade 7.6 earthquake shakes the city for under a minute.

Buildings topple, streets split open and power starts to go out. Chaos and death fill the city. It only takes hours for the US government to declare Gotham a No Man's Land, blowing up bridges that haven't already been destroyed by the earthquake and vowing to stop anyone who tries to leave the city.]

[Muerte]

Something terrible happened.

[Donna C.]

Checking in.

[Hels]
[He tries Helena but it doesn't quite work.]

Hi. I have some bad news.

[Locked to Eddie N]
[Just after this - well, once she can get clear of the rubble. She's back in Gotham, helping with the orphans from Damian's last antic.]

There?

[Locked to Rhys]

im bored and off work tomorrow. care to give a girl directions to pandora?

[He has no idea how his phone has managed to reappear, spotless, amid the rubble he's still trapped beneath, but he doesn't question it. It's inconsequential. He calculates the time he was out, roughly, from the blood around him, how it has coagulated. Dazed, uncomprehending, he tries for a lock and fails.]

Barbara joker his body

[In the early hours of Wednesday morning, 'Zoya Abdulova' is found dead by her security team in her Manhattan penthouse at the top of an expensive, luxurious hotel. She died of a single gunshot wound to the head.

There are signs of a struggle, including overturned furniture. The bed is completely flipped over, and her dead body is lying half-on, half-off the flipped mattress. Police are quick to state that they have several suspects, but no evidence, trace or otherwise, has been found. No skin under the victim's fingernails, no blood or fingerprints. The bullet that killed her is remarkable, an untraceable thing with no signs of rifling from the barrel that fired it.

The intelligence community murmurs about the hallmarks of the death, and the unusual amount of disturbance at the scene for a killing attributed to this particular assassin.

By evening there are reports that 'Zoya Abdulova' may in fact have been a false name, and an unidentified source claims there were documents left on the victim's body that pointed to her work with the former Soviet government. The Russians quickly refute this, and state that this individual had absolutely no ties to their intelligence machine. But rumors persist, backed up by the victim's striking resemblance to a famous Cold War photograph from the 1950s of a pair of dashing, infamous intelligence operatives. The photo is of a man and a woman, known only, and collectively, as 'Dyatlov.']

I spoke to Cris. How are you?

["Delivery," James B]

[After this, the original of that cold war photograph everyone keeps talking about is left in his tent. It's reported missing, but there's nothing leading back to who appropriated it, and rumor lays the blame at the door of the murderer. But, there it is, on his makeshift bed, and another burner number is written on the back, phone untraceable, script familiar and undisguised.]

[Sigh.]

[James B.]

Oh, James.

[He means to write only to Mina, but our good doctor is medically dosed and distracted by talk of death. So public it is.]

What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.

Rest your worries, she is safe.