Chapter Seven
"So, we are in agreement then?" Roland Daggett asked. The CEO of Daggett Industries had called a meeting of his Board of Directors. "We finalize the plans for a hostile takeover of Wayne Enterprises this month. I project our earnings per diluted share will skyrocket like never before."
John Michaels piped up. "Where will this put Wayne?"
Roland smiled. "Hopefully on the unemployment line," he laughed. "I'm not expecting anything to go amiss here."
"What will Daggett Industries be investing our futures in?" another board member asked.
"A biological weapon of such magnitude it will bring Gotham to its knees. Stuff that Wayne Tech was supposed to be facilitating years ago and sadly fell to the wayside. I guess Bruce Wayne doesn't have the stomach for that kind of thing."
Daggett stood and moved to a chart. "The chemicals flow in from here, the docks…and are disbursed via a discreet shipper to drop-off warehouses along a pre-determined route. Then, they are trucked to our laboratories for augmentation and dispersal."
A curvaceous blonde woman chimed in. "Seems like a lot of variables. What's to keep someone from stealing them in-route?" she asked.
"I don't believe we've been formally introduced," Daggett said. "You are…?"
"Selina Kyle."
Roland Daggett cleared his throat. "Well my dear, Ms. Kyle," he said, "That contingency has been taken into account."