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CHAPTER FOURTEEN - INTO THE LION’S DEN
🕑 Added 2025-01-28 10:43:50 +0000 UTCTaylor crouched behind the razor wire topped chain-link fence that surrounded the abandoned factory in Gotham’s Industrial District, her breath steady despite the cold bite of night air off the Atlantic. Rusted smokestacks jutted into the sky, their surfaces streaked with grime. From her position, she could see the dim light spilling through cracks in the boarded-up windows and hear the low murmur of voices coming from within.
This was a Black Mask operation, one of several she’d been tracking in her search for the source of the advanced weapons flooding Gotham. Earlier that week, a tip from a street-level informant in the Narrows,about a shipment of tech being moved to this location,had led her here. Then today, she had seen crates transported here under heavy guard. The sheer number of Black Mask’s enforcers stationed around the factory confirmed its importance. It was risky for her to attempt infiltration but the information she could gain was too significant to ignore.
Taylor adjusted the mask she wore—a plain, black half-mask that obscured her features—and double-checked the baton secured at her hip. Her backpack, filled with a few tools she’d salvaged and repurposed, hung heavy on her shoulders. She wasn’t here to fight; she couldn’t afford to. This was a recon mission—get in, gather whatever intel she could without being noticed, and get out.
She slipped through a hole in the fence, keeping low as she approached the side of the building. A pair of Black Mask’s enforcers stood by the main door, their sleek, futuristic rifles slung casually over their shoulders. Even from a distance, Taylor could tell the weapons weren’t ordinary—they had the same “tinkertech” look as the malfunctioning device she had retrieved from Penguin’s warehouse.
She found an access door at the back, its frame rusted but the lock surprisingly new. Taylor liberally applied penetrating oil to hinges, then from her bag, she pulled out a set of picks and went to work. The lock clicked open after a few seconds, and Taylor slipped inside, closing the door softly behind her.
The factory’s interior was a labyrinth of old machinery, catwalks, and stacked crates. The air was thick with the scent of oil and metal, and the faint hum of electrical equipment buzzed somewhere in the distance. Taylor kept low, her footsteps silent against the concrete floor as she moved deeper into the building.
Voices echoed from somewhere ahead. She followed them cautiously, peeking around corners and pausing at every sound. Eventually, she found a vantage point on a catwalk overlooking the central floor. Below, a group of Black Mask’s enforcers stood in a loose circle, their attention focused on a man in a crisp black suit and mask.
“This is the latest model,” the lieutenant announced, holding up a sleek rifle, its power module emitting a soft blue glow. His voice was distorted slightly by the mask, but still projected the confidence of a skilled salesman and leader. “Energy-efficient, compact, and twice the stopping power of anything Penguin’s men have.”
He raised the weapon, aiming at a makeshift target set up across the room. The rifle fired with a low thrum, and a burst of blue energy left a scorch mark on the metal surface. The enforcers murmured their approval, their leaders reaching for the weapons on display to inspect them more closely.
Taylor’s eyes darted to a laptop near the edge of the room. She took a pair of pawn shop binoculars from her backpack, and focused them on the glowing screen. It displayed schematics and what looked like shipment manifests. That was her target. If she could access the console, she might find the evidence she needed to trace the weapons back to their source, and just maybe, find out who was really behind all this escalating gang war.
It would be risky, but she needed that data.
She waited for the group to disperse some before descending from the catwalk. Every step felt agonizingly slow as she crossed the factory floor, using the stacks of crates for cover while pausing every few steps to ensure she wasn’t being watched.
Taylor waited until the lieutenant and his men was preoccupied with the weapons, then grabbed the laptop, ducked down, and backed away quickly.
“Hey—where did the laptop go?” she heard one of the enforcers call out.
Taylor’s stomach dropped. Not good.
“We have an intruder,” the lieutenant began to bark out orders, “Lamar, have your men cover all the doors. Jacob, get your guys to fan out and find this son of a bitch. And all of you—if you see someone who’s not with us, shoot them!”
Black Masks men moved quickly and efficiently to carry out his orders.
Taylor’s mind snapped into a state of preternatural calm and alertness as she assessed her options. Black Mask’s enforcers were swiftly moving to cover all the exits and search the building—with orders to shoot on sight. Her gaze darted to a ventilation duct high on the wall—a narrow opening, but just wide enough to squeeze through.
Using the machinery as cover, she climbed onto a stack of crates and hoisted herself into the duct. The metal was cold and unforgiving, the tight space pressing in around her as she crawled, but it was better than being caught.
Behind her, the sound of boots and shouting grew louder.
“Be sure to cover that back exit!” Lamar ordered,. “No one gets out of here alive!”
Taylor gritted her teeth, forcing herself to move faster despite the ache in her arms and knees. The shaft twisted and turned, the metal groaning under her weight, until she finally reached an opening that led to a side room. She pried the rusted grate loose and dropped into the room below.
From the room behind her she heard one of the named enforcer, Jacob, she thought, call out, “Put some holes in that air duct. It might be big enough for one of the baby Bats to fit through.” Blue flashes of light and the sound of punctured metal came from behind her.
Taylor spotted an old service door partially hidden by debris. She shoved it open and slipped outside, her boots landing in a puddle with a muffled splash. She ran, the laptop clutched tightly under on arm and did not stop nor slow until the factory was far behind her.
. . . . .
Elsewhere…
In his command center, the Calculator leaned back in his chair, watching the live feed from the factory, his expression behind his glasses unreadable. The enforcers were scouring the building, but their search was fruitless—the intruder had already escaped.
“She’s resourceful,” he murmured, rewinding the footage to get a better look at the figure darting through the interior.
Though the mask obscured her face, her movements were telling: careful and skilled. But there was something raw about her—an amateur edge that hadn’t yet been sharpened.
“Flagging her,” he said, typing a command into his console. “Whoever she is, she’s getting too close. Let’s see how much of a problem she really is.”
The feed cut to black, and the Calculator turned his attention back to his other screens. He wasn’t worried—not yet. This was clearly not one of the Bats, not even Spoiler. But whoever this mysterious interloper was, she was about to learn that Gotham wasn’t a place for wannabe heroes.
Comments
OnAHiatus
Exactly
Dragonin
Backing Taylor into a corner is a rookie mistake, Taylor tends to thrive in diversity
OnAHiatus
Huh, why didn't I think of this before?😭 I’ll have to find a way to add Selina to the next arc
Disorder
Indeed. Taylor just needs to give Catwoman a good reason to help her since she doesn't do favors for strangers. Heck, she may end up taking Taylor to Batman for help since Catwoman prefers to do her own thing unless Bruce comes to her.
OnAHiatus
True true. She might help her finally figure out the lair of the Calculator or even the head honcho
Disorder
Infiltration of secured areas. Catwoman knows how to break into and out of places she shouldn't be in. Usually for valuable objects.
OnAHiatus
The problem is that, realistically, what can Catwoman do to help her?
Disorder
Taylor is bias against heroes, so she probably doesn't consider Batman a first option. Someone like Catwoman is her first choice for an ally since she's a criminal that's known for doing heroics.
OnAHiatus
True. In this chapter, it is shown she knows she can't take them on as she is now, so she really needs a game-changer. Her first and best option would be Bats, but the problem lies in how should be able to reach him. People don't find him; he finds them. So she can only wait
Disorder
That was when she had her powers and a team to back her up. Without those, her actions against the gangs are very limited, only able to gain what little information she can get from conversations and whatever info is lying around in a base she infiltrates. She can survive Gotham, but she won't be able to leave a mark against the gangs without some game changer. Perhaps Taylor will begin looking up powerful figures who she can align with in stopping this gang war.
OnAHiatus
Have some faith in our girl. She can do the impossible
Disorder
Well, Taylor is screwed. Already caught on camera, with a good chance that the Calculator will release the info to the gangs. Even if her identity isn't known, knowledge that she lives in the Narrows is enough for the gangs to start beating/killing people there.
