3569/Extatic Revelations Continue

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Extatic Revelations Continue
Date of Scene: 18 January 2018
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Black Canary, Nightwing




Black Canary has posed:
Canary peers down from their vantage point above the strippers, and grins back up at Nightwing. "They wouldn't know what to do with real moneymakers if they had 'em. They bought those. Or rented them." She chews her lip thoughtfully. "Well THAT'S a repo job I'd hate to have..."

With a sigh, she adds, "Well we need to get inside and see what we can find out. There's gotta be some sort of clue as to who or -what- did this."

Nightwing has posed:
With a grin, Nightwing manages to pull his eyes away from the dancers below, "Hey, something about don't hate the player.. hate the game... comes to mind..." and the atmosphere of the club lends itself to the stealthy movement of the pair. Shadows for private dances, eyes glued to naked women, and subpar security are all factors for the two vigilantes.

"I heard that the Boss had an office that we can check out..." Nightwing adds, his masked visage looking down the hallway they are in to a guarded door about halfway down, "Well. good as place as any. We want to be stealthy, or break our way in over the guard..."

Black Canary has posed:
"Mmm....I think YOUR boss might have your hide if you applied anything other than stealth to this situation, don't you? Besides, where there's smoke, there's fire. And that guys is DEFINITELY smokin'...We'd have ten more of him all over us if he so much as smells us."

"Isn't there ALWAYS a back way into an office like that? I mean, in case they need to beat a hasty retreat?"

Nightwing has posed:
"If we can take him out quiet then it wouldn't be a problem..." Nightwing starts to counter, "...given this might be a crime scene, though, we wouldn't want to contaminate any of the evidence." He pulls out one of his trust escrima sticks, "However. I have a great anti-insomnia remedy right here..."

Using the lighting as his cover, Nightwing moves to within an easy throw of the thug, and wants for the hard hitting base of the song My Pony (a stripper favorite) and bounces the stick off the thug's temple, and catches it (and the thug) on the rebound.

"ok, ladies first!" He adds with a wink, and a motion towards the office door.

Black Canary has posed:
"Fancy Dancy," Canary says, stepping over the guard's feet. "And here I was gonna have us winding around all over, looking for the back way--"

But as she slips inside the office, she trails off, and all Nightwing hears is a softly uttered "Oh. My. God."

Nightwing has posed:
Nightwing sets up the guard so it appears he's leaning against the wall, shades on, and facing towards the strippers down below on the railing. Once he's sure the ruse will hold for ten or fifteen minutes, he moves back towards the office door. "I prefer Tricky Ricky but I guess Dancy will do.. better than Nancy at least..."

As he moves into the office, he asks Canary, "Hey, what's wrong, was is the prob..." and his question is cut short as he takes a moment to take in everything that he sees here.

Black Canary has posed:
"See anything?" Canary asks as she slips in next to Nightwing. "Looks like nobody called the cops," she observes, bending over next to a large wooden Japanese secretary and plucking a spent brass from beneath the edge. "That's better news for anyone only getting to the scene a week after the murder...."

Nightwing has posed:
Nightwing can only shake his head as he scans the carnage that has been poorly cleaned, and mostly left as is after some sort of confrontation. He touches his mask, immediately shifting through several different views, and interfacing with the Batcomputer remotely. Immediately it begins a forensic scan of the room, looking for signs of the fight, and giving Nightwing a view of where certain activities happened.

"It looks as if the gun shots occurred as the attackers were leaving based on the location of the blood splatters, the shell casings, and the fact there is no evidence of someone moving the bodies that were shot..." He moves over to a blood trail, "Look, here, it seems someone was shot, and tried to leave..." he follows the blood trail to the door. "Yeah, definitely someone was still alive."

Black Canary has posed:
That doesn't make sense. Rumour on the street is somebody got killed. At least one. I've heard upwards of five...but then you know rumours." Canary continues to peer beneath the edges of furniture and behind shelves. "Yeah...this isn't looking good, Nightwing." She picks up a small sparkly object and holds it up for his inspection. It's a dangly silver earring...a small silver and black spade and heart side by side. Entangled with it is a hair. Long, blonde, and tipped in red. "Either that transgender goober outside did it, or this is gonna be no fun for anybody."

Nightwing has posed:
As Nightwing continues his search, the Mask sends the information about the Club to the Batcomputer, and eventually it comes back with a name. "Seems like Jamal Randall King was the owner of this place..." Nightwing tells Canary as he walks up to the earring that she is looking at. "I say /was/ because it seems he died earlier this week with multiple gunshot wounds. Stomach. Groin. Thigh. Chest."

Nightwing pulls out a small plastic baggie with a sealant along the top. He has Canary drop the earring inside it, seals it, and stores the baggie in one of his belt containers. "I'll look at the hair when we get back. The problem is the bullets in Mr King were not tied to any known ballistic checks. So, without King, without a murder weapon, not much we have but that someone /may/ have been here around the same time period ... day or days ... of the murder."

Black Canary has posed:
"Well...that's unfortunate. But people talk. Surely there are enough witness accounts to place an assailant here at the time of the murder. Because -someone- had to have seen something definitive. And -someone- had to have dealt with a dead or dying Jamal Randall King. So somebody knows something. It's a matter of finding out who, and convincing them to talk."

Canary watches as Nightwing puts the evidence baggie in his belt. "If we can get some sort of account, and combine it with whatever forensic evidence we can find, then it cinches down the case quite nicely."

Nightwing has posed:
"Agreed." Nightwing says as he makes his way back to the office door, and looking out at the club below them. The music is loud, the lights are dim, and it is just as easy for them to move towards the emergency roof exit as it was for them to enter.

"I'll track down Mr King, and see where and when he died. This doesn't seem like a normal hit. There has to be more reason for what happened here, especially since there seems to be a specific visit to Mr. King." Nightwing remains on the roof, looking out at the city around them, "You may have better luck talking to the Women below..." He adds with a grin, "They had to have seen or heard something in there." He looks back to Canary, adding "Once I've found out about Mr. King's demise I"ll give you a call. Thanks for the help, and let me know if you find out anything from the.. uhm... Dancers."