Crime boss Anthony Valestra sat brooding in a warehouse in Bludhaven. He
glanced over as a man entered the room and sat at a table a few feet from
his desk. The man placed a computer on the table and begins to inform Tony
Valestra, "I definitely found the witch; I even ran a photo-match. There's
no doubt about it; it's her. We've got her boss. I left a man behind to
tail her if she makes a move. She's not getting away from us this time.
The man looks over at his employer. Tony slowly runs a pen through his fingers and speaks, "I don't want this jackrabbit slipping away from us again. She's too much of a liability to our organization, and the older she gets the more dangerous she is to us. She may just give up and send the information she has to the cops and then we're sunk. Do you understand me?"
"Perfectly sir. Don't worry, I ran a check on her and she's been using this alias for a long time. She has a daughter with two sons in Gotham. If we loose her we can use them to pick up her trail or use 'em as bait. Either way she's ours now." The man sat back in his chair satisfied that he had managed where others had failed.
Tony looks over and smiles, "Oh really, a family. Well you know what they say; the more the merrier."
The phone rings. As Tony picks it up the voice on the other ends says, "She's taking a plane to Gotham. She'll be there by tomorrow morning. Tony hangs up the phone and laughs at the man across from him. "We've got her know. She's heading for Gotham."
Outside the warehouse two detectives sit in a white van. The equipment records Tony's conversation as they listen. One of the officers turns to his partner, "We've got her now Dick. Tony just gave us the rope to hang him with."
Detective Dick Grayson looks over at his partner and replies cautiously, "Yeah, if we can get the GCPD to put surveillance on them, and if we can find out who this woman is. Then maybe we can shut them down for good. Let's just hope the she can hang on long enough for us to do our job and get her testimony."
The man looks over at his employer. Tony slowly runs a pen through his fingers and speaks, "I don't want this jackrabbit slipping away from us again. She's too much of a liability to our organization, and the older she gets the more dangerous she is to us. She may just give up and send the information she has to the cops and then we're sunk. Do you understand me?"
"Perfectly sir. Don't worry, I ran a check on her and she's been using this alias for a long time. She has a daughter with two sons in Gotham. If we loose her we can use them to pick up her trail or use 'em as bait. Either way she's ours now." The man sat back in his chair satisfied that he had managed where others had failed.
Tony looks over and smiles, "Oh really, a family. Well you know what they say; the more the merrier."
The phone rings. As Tony picks it up the voice on the other ends says, "She's taking a plane to Gotham. She'll be there by tomorrow morning. Tony hangs up the phone and laughs at the man across from him. "We've got her know. She's heading for Gotham."
Outside the warehouse two detectives sit in a white van. The equipment records Tony's conversation as they listen. One of the officers turns to his partner, "We've got her now Dick. Tony just gave us the rope to hang him with."
Detective Dick Grayson looks over at his partner and replies cautiously, "Yeah, if we can get the GCPD to put surveillance on them, and if we can find out who this woman is. Then maybe we can shut them down for good. Let's just hope the she can hang on long enough for us to do our job and get her testimony."