Ch3

As Cross surveyed the dimly lit warehouse, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that hung in the air. He turned to the intercom system, his breath steadying as he spoke, "Is there anything you can use to subdue Killer Croc?"

The system crackled to life, processing the request. "Affirmative. Analyzing available resources… Deploying options now."

Images flickered on the screen, showcasing various tools and tactics at Cross's disposal. The first was a high-frequency sonic emitter, designed to disorient and incapacitate reptiles. It had been used successfully in the past to distract similar threats.

"Option one: Sonic emitter," the system reported. "Potentially effective against Croc's sensitive hearing."

He nodded, considering the implications. The emitter would buy him time, but he needed a backup plan.

"Option two: Tranquilizer darts—strengthened formula," the system suggested. "Requires precision to ensure effectiveness."

"Anything else?" Cross asked, running through potential scenarios.

"Last option: Environmental manipulation. Use steam generators to obscure visibility and create an advantage."

The options swirled in his mind like a storm. Each method had its strengths, but with Killer Croc's sheer size and strength, he would need a strategic approach. Cross glanced around the warehouse, envisioning how he could utilize the environment combined with the system's tools.

"Okay," he said firmly, "let's prepare the sonic emitter and set up the steam generators. I'll need to lure him into the right spot. Let's move!"

As the system whirred into action, Cross felt a renewed sense of determination. With the element of surprise on his side, he just might stand a chance against one of Gotham's most fearsome foes. The game was on.