finis manus - I
/read this chapter while listening "My ordinary life" or popular known as <They tell me I', god>/
/I know its not a cliff hanger and you all expected it but this is the chap, Batman vs Hand
Princess Adriane noticed Bruce leaving the party compound. She reached for her green flag to be replaced with a Black one, which was the signal for the race to end.
She watched the car representing the Stark name slow down, only to replace the driver there.
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Bruce's solid light construct finds his way to his hotel room, with the help of remote controlled spherical rollers, capable of camouflaging themselves inside the construct itself.
The real Bruce was somewhere else.
Somewhere where he was needed.
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/Palace of the prince- Monaco/The Hand main-base/
Walls stood upright, guarding everything below sixteen feet, after which the uninvited visitor is to meet barbed wires and the conventional security measures any rich man would implement to safeguard his place.
Only here, it was a ruse. A ruse to give the intruder the idea that nothing out of place security measures could be present. A trick to ensure he attempts the break in, so as to gauge hostilities.
In truth the security was way more complex than that, primitive to be sure but complex.
The security did not comprise of the norm- security cameras and alarms etc., but Hand ninjas did all of the work- very frequent group patrols and attendance, along with code changes for those working in the inner stations.
That could be overkill for some, but princess Adriane considered her security to be top priority, given as an underworld big-shot, she had enemies, gained by her ambition or others' envy.
But the lack of technological advancements in the field of science was still apparent, with the absolute absence of CCTV cameras and such.
Who knows what the upper echelons thought of taking such a decisions, or if they were all old men who required the help of the young ones for changing their wallpaper, having paranoia against all of the tech.
' 645,835 square feet' The palace was a fortress- both literally and historically, a natural deterrent to those who wanted to have a battle of arms against the Hand, while also making the infiltration plans of any impossible to even begin.
While no apparent tech was used for security purposes, the natural geographical location and the use of various Hand's artifacts somehow made it impossible for Thermal imaging to do its thing, opaque to thermal lenses.
While all these defenses might look that it made hard for an intruder to enter the estate, the truth was that the Grimaldi estate was in a more than welcoming state.
What remained the problem was a way to exit after doing the deed, which remained impossible to-date.
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Good thing the Caped Crusader did not had to look for a way for his escape.
He just had to make sure no one escapes him...
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Contrary to knight in shiny armor rescuing the damsel in distress, the signs for today represented something Dark.
The surroundings of the palace wall was quite- a common occurrence.
The uncommon things were shrouded perfectly, for none except the one who placed was able to discern which of the stones outside was actually a stone.
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'I stand afoot the new Batwing, looking perpendicularly downwards.'
'There is my aim, my motive- protection.'
'The mission is not infiltration or destruction of the Hand- they are mere subsidiary objectives.'
'No, the assignment revolves around safe extraction and protection. I have long since verified her location, and not its time for me to act on my pre-defined plans.'
The dark revealed the Dark knight, suit perfectly dwelling into its element. [stealth suit, no cape, pic in one of prev chaps]
'Still an unreliable power in my arsenal.' Batman commented on his body mixing with his surroundings as if liquid, making him nigh invulnerable a centimeter everywhere, all around his body.
He was very well capable of controlling it, making it go on and off, but its was still not on a combat worthy control over his dark-liquid form.
The sun was setting, if not for the Batwing's indigenous color scheme, his dark power were not that able.
A beep alerted Batman, an uncertainty he very much expected as what is expected never is received.
[prix, extendere, terroristis, stark] [veniens princeps]
'Terrorist attack at the prix, cannot make much of that from this alone, the princess arriving early, that would be expected.' He puts down the in-built screen.
'Change of plans' The Batwing had its camouflaged disturbed, as the Bat falls straight down, extending his paneled. retractable cape to gain an easy entry to the top of the Grimaldi palace.
the dial in his lens started going right to left... 6000 feet... 5400 feet... 4100 feet...
The Bat reached the altitude of just a 2200 feet above surface when his cape got its wingspan altered. Slowing him down for seconds to come.
Just before landing, 90 feet above the roof, Bat tapped onto the right side of his utility belt, which sent signal somewhere.
A second after, the Bat forcefield took into effect, locking the area down for no one to go out or come in without the tap of his hand.
It was show time.
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[Half chapter, I did not have anything for you... Trying to improve the fight scene, next chap is planned for 2000+ words]
[The bat-forcefield is actually canon thing, I searched for this]
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