She hadn't been out as The Seer since her hospital stay. Her knee hadn't allowed for any type of acrobatics. Dancing across rooftops fell into that category. Tonight however she would be going out. Her visions had been unusually quiet for the past few days. Callie knew she needed more information if she was going to protect herself and Bruce. She figured that the Ball would be one of the best places for an assassination attempt. Bruce would obviously be there, and he'd be very visual. Somehow she was beginning to feel that the arsons and these attempts on their lives were interconnected. She couldn't figure out why, or how Bruce Wayne had been connected into it, but she would. This evening she was paying a visit to someone who knew more. However, she wouldn't be going as Calliope Hughes; she'd be going as her alter ego.
The night felt delicious and she realized as she moved that she'd missed this the past few nights. The thought almost made her laugh. When had The Seer become more than a means to an end? When had she become a true part of Calliope? She honestly didn't know, but it was certain that she had. She'd reached the industrial district quickly and she crept up quietly to the warehouse doors. The Seer knew her quarry was already inside, and the fear practically throbbed throughout the building. She heard conversation from inside.
"So, you, uh, you're sure th-that you c-c-can do the job?" Nico's voice stammered.
A silky voice responded. "Kramer you got nuttin to worry bout. Wayne's easy picking's."
"Just make sure it's done tomorrow night."
"I'll do it sometime before the Ball's over. Trust me. It'll be very public." The man's face flashed into Callie's mind and she shivered. The thin pock-marked face seemed to be permanently etched into a sneer. She recognized the man. He'd worked for that mob boss that had gone crazy around the same time Bruce's mansion had burned down. What was that man's name? She couldn't recall, but she did know that the man in her vision had been thought to be one of his enforcers. Small, but cunning.
As soon as the man was gone she slipped into the warehouse. Nico sat on a disheveled couch with his head in his hands. There was a slight tremble to his shoulders, and a burning cigarette still in the ashtray in front of him. He looked up as she came closer and a weary fear entered him.
"Go ahead, do your worst. I've heard of you." he told her. "It isn't like you can do more than he can."
"Why Mr. Kramer? Who are you expecting? Batman?"
Nico snorted. "Why would Batman come here?"
"Ahhh, I see." And she did. While the face wasn't clear, in that moment of perception she knew that Nico was talking of the Evil. The man he was working for. "Who are you working for Mr. Kramer?"
He leaned back on the couch. "I don't know. But he's powerful. I've seen what he can do, and I don't want it to happen to me."
"Have you seen what I can do Mr. Kramer." she asked with an edge. "Norman Greco underestimated me as well."
"YOU"RE the one who killed Greco?" he asked with some amazement. "Look lady, do your worst. Hell, at least if you kill me it means he can't."
"Oh no Mr. Kramer. I'm not going to kill you. I need information from you. A lot of information, and you're going to give me that information." Callie moved so silently and quickly it almost seemed as if she floated. At least that's how it appeared to Nico's eyes. His face started to show apprehension. "Now you fear me don't you? Did you really think I just wanted to taunt you?"
"What do you want?" he whispered.
"The fires, Kramer. I want to know about the fires. And I want to know how Bruce Wayne ties into the fires." She advanced on him and he squealed in fear.
By the time Callie reached her room in the Manor she was exhausted. It hadn't been difficult at all to get in and out without detection, but the power she'd had to exert on Kramer to get the information she required had been draining. Fortunately there was no bleeding at this point. She'd gotten as much information as she felt that she could. Callie knew it would take time for her to absorb that information. It left a bitter taste in her mouth. Everything she'd learned, the fires, Bruce, Lawrence James. So much to process. It had been difficult not to kill Kramer, but she'd held onto her self control and he lived. For now. She wasn't sure she'd be able to let that remain that way. Perhaps he was just the puppet, and not the puppet master, but he'd been responsible for her parent's death. Just a petty thug at the time trying to move up the ranks of a new crime regime Nico Kramer had set the explosion that had created The Seer.