In a small cabin surrounded by hills an elegant woman watches the news.
Gotham has been buried under three days of blizzard condition snowfall. The
city will face another six to twelve inches of snowfall over the next two
days, but nothing compared to the onslaught it has seen over the past few
days. They continue with detailing the undertakings of the JLU to help the
snowbound city. The report moves to Gotham where a reporter is at Wayne
Enterprise. He begins interviewing Bruce Wayne about the efforts that Wayne
Enterprises had provided the largest contribution to helping Gotham recover
from the storm. Bruce comments about the city being like a family to him &
that his company's recourses will be available as long as they are need.
The woman turns off the screen and moves sadly through her dimly lit world. She glides through the rooms speaking to herself, "I don't have much longer to live anyway, what do I care if they find me now."
Outside a man watches the shadow move past the cabins windows. He looks down at a computer display with a list of aliases, older images of a woman with red haired, as well as newer images showing gray slowly taken over the fire surrounding her face. He pulls a night vision camera from his bag and points it toward the cabin. As the woman moves past a window he clicks on the camera and downloads an image to his computer. He views the image and then sends and e-mail with the words "I've found her". He packs and moves away from the cabin silently.
The gray haired woman looks through the window at the forest surrounding the cabin, watching the night shadows when she notices something. Her eyes narrow then suddenly widen as she see movement that can only be human. She turns from the window and moves quickly uttering the only word that will come out, "Shit". She moves to the bedroom and wastes no time packing. Throwing a bag on the bed her starts opening draws before the bags settles into its place and is stuffing it without concern for neatness. She stops at a black suit gray boots and gloves to throw in a picture of a younger version of her with a handsome black haired man. Over the picture she puts more clothing to protect it from traveling she again stops to place two photographs; one of the woman and a young red haired girl, and a second of a woman looking much like her with two black haired boy resembling the man from the first picture. She finishes with more clothing, sipping the bag and moving to the phone. She dials the phone thinking, "I won't let them hurt you and my grandsons. The phone reaches an answering machine, before the message can get four words out she as hung up the phone and moved to the door.
Frustrated she picks up a pair of night vision goggles from a bag at the door. She peers into the night looking for any other signs of her predators. After confirming that she is alone she opens the door without closing it moves across the woods avoiding and paths or trails, slipping into the darkness alone.
The woman turns off the screen and moves sadly through her dimly lit world. She glides through the rooms speaking to herself, "I don't have much longer to live anyway, what do I care if they find me now."
Outside a man watches the shadow move past the cabins windows. He looks down at a computer display with a list of aliases, older images of a woman with red haired, as well as newer images showing gray slowly taken over the fire surrounding her face. He pulls a night vision camera from his bag and points it toward the cabin. As the woman moves past a window he clicks on the camera and downloads an image to his computer. He views the image and then sends and e-mail with the words "I've found her". He packs and moves away from the cabin silently.
The gray haired woman looks through the window at the forest surrounding the cabin, watching the night shadows when she notices something. Her eyes narrow then suddenly widen as she see movement that can only be human. She turns from the window and moves quickly uttering the only word that will come out, "Shit". She moves to the bedroom and wastes no time packing. Throwing a bag on the bed her starts opening draws before the bags settles into its place and is stuffing it without concern for neatness. She stops at a black suit gray boots and gloves to throw in a picture of a younger version of her with a handsome black haired man. Over the picture she puts more clothing to protect it from traveling she again stops to place two photographs; one of the woman and a young red haired girl, and a second of a woman looking much like her with two black haired boy resembling the man from the first picture. She finishes with more clothing, sipping the bag and moving to the phone. She dials the phone thinking, "I won't let them hurt you and my grandsons. The phone reaches an answering machine, before the message can get four words out she as hung up the phone and moved to the door.
Frustrated she picks up a pair of night vision goggles from a bag at the door. She peers into the night looking for any other signs of her predators. After confirming that she is alone she opens the door without closing it moves across the woods avoiding and paths or trails, slipping into the darkness alone.
