WHO: Red X, Raven
WHAT: FISC accepts the contract for the mysterious green goop.
WHEN: Sunday, February 22, all day long.
WHERE: All over Nova City.
WARNINGS: N/A, will update this if it changes.
Red X was perfectly suited - no pun intended - to collect a sample of the goop. With the gloves being designed to channel and shield against a highly dangerous (and possibly radioactive) material like enriched xenothium, there was no chance of the goop making contact with his skin, though he'd need to decontaminate it later. Red X knelt down near a pile of it in an alleyway in Nova City, and slipped it into Raven's old Titans communicator to be analyzed; thanks, Cyborg for making that upgrade, what felt like years ago to both of them.
Red X - going under the alias of 'Jack Ulysses' for the purposes of this business - handed the communicator to Raven, ensuring there was no residue left on the device. "What do you think?" he asks, his voice obscured by the mask's electronic modulator. "Doesn't look like any sort of 'truth serum' I've ever seen. Too viscous, and no sane drug company would spill it like this and then refuse to clean it up."
He stood up, wiping his gloves off on the of the paper towels they'd brought, and tossing it into a marked bag that would later be incinerated. "What do we know about that 'private contractor?' What's their stake in this guy?"
Four times as much as the local authorities? That just screamed 'cover-up' to him. Still, this was Red X - he and Raven may have been together for almost three years, dating back as many worlds they'd been to together not counting their own, but he still made no illusions that he saw himself as any sort of hero. That was why they chose this line of work, after all. Raven could continue to fight crime, and Red X was in it for the money. He didn't have to pretend to be something he wasn't. After all, Raven wouldn't have wanted him to do that, anyway.
"That's a lot of money for discretion. I bet they know who this guy is, and where he's getting this stuff." He looked down at the goop again, raising one of his gloves, the X glowing. "And if I remember correctly, they never said anything about wanting the goop, too."
WHAT: FISC accepts the contract for the mysterious green goop.
WHEN: Sunday, February 22, all day long.
WHERE: All over Nova City.
WARNINGS: N/A, will update this if it changes.
Red X was perfectly suited - no pun intended - to collect a sample of the goop. With the gloves being designed to channel and shield against a highly dangerous (and possibly radioactive) material like enriched xenothium, there was no chance of the goop making contact with his skin, though he'd need to decontaminate it later. Red X knelt down near a pile of it in an alleyway in Nova City, and slipped it into Raven's old Titans communicator to be analyzed; thanks, Cyborg for making that upgrade, what felt like years ago to both of them.
Red X - going under the alias of 'Jack Ulysses' for the purposes of this business - handed the communicator to Raven, ensuring there was no residue left on the device. "What do you think?" he asks, his voice obscured by the mask's electronic modulator. "Doesn't look like any sort of 'truth serum' I've ever seen. Too viscous, and no sane drug company would spill it like this and then refuse to clean it up."
He stood up, wiping his gloves off on the of the paper towels they'd brought, and tossing it into a marked bag that would later be incinerated. "What do we know about that 'private contractor?' What's their stake in this guy?"
Four times as much as the local authorities? That just screamed 'cover-up' to him. Still, this was Red X - he and Raven may have been together for almost three years, dating back as many worlds they'd been to together not counting their own, but he still made no illusions that he saw himself as any sort of hero. That was why they chose this line of work, after all. Raven could continue to fight crime, and Red X was in it for the money. He didn't have to pretend to be something he wasn't. After all, Raven wouldn't have wanted him to do that, anyway.
"That's a lot of money for discretion. I bet they know who this guy is, and where he's getting this stuff." He looked down at the goop again, raising one of his gloves, the X glowing. "And if I remember correctly, they never said anything about wanting the goop, too."
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