Post by Cold on Mar 23, 2011 21:18:25 GMT -5
S.T.A.R. Labs was having a party.
Actually, it was more of a fund-raiser/press conference but they had couched it all in the setting of a costume gala. The rich and famous had gotten all gotten invitations, along with all the major media groups but it wasn't as exclusive as it sounded. The average joe off the street could attend and mingle with the wealthy and glamorous for an evening as long as they bought a ticket and showed up in costume. Personally, Danny thought it was a little backwards to give the billionaires a free right and charging the ordinary schmucks but then nobody asked his opinion. Instead he had been asked to use his specialized talents to abscond with the guest of honor at this soiree.
The eggheads that worked at the S.T.A,R, had come up with a machine that could generate specialized nano-machines that could be used to treat a variety of ailments and injuries. Even better, after it was properly developed it would be relatively cheap as well. The invitations had indicated that it would revolutionize healthcare not just in the bigger countries but even in the third world. Now, whether someone wanted to take the samples and reverse engineer this miracle cure or bury it to keep the pharmaceutical market afloat, Danny wasn't sure. More importantly, he didn't really care.
Somebody had hired him to steal the thing and so that was that.
Heck, given the number of rich idiots that were filing into his place he was giving serious thought to doing an old-fashioned stick up and make off with some wallets and jewelry. Cold had spied a few watches and more than a few precious rocks that could keep a man in booze and cigarettes for the rest of his life if he played his cards right.
For the moment, he put that aside and shuffled his way through the entrance and flashed the press pass he had 'borrowed' from an unlucky gentlemen from the Daily Planet. The guard was a tall, bulky man that looked ill-suited to the tuxedo they had crammed him into. His piggy eyes scrutinized the pass and consulted his clip board but finally he gave a brutish grunt and motioned him inside. Danny flashed a grateful grin and swaggered his way inside. He looked around at the expensive decorations, the long table of food and the open bar and gave a low appreciative whistle.
His attention was drawn away by a snicker of to his side. A few smirks were plastered on the faces of those around him but in this particular instance, he didn't mind.
Danny had decided to rob S.T.A.R. Labs while wearing a cheap, dime store Batman costume.