"What Are Nightmares? If Not Based In Truth."
The screen in front of Nick flickered for a moment, a low hum emitting from the speakers around him, increasing in intensity. Another flicker and then the screen went black for a moment, all of the connections to the tower around him vanishing and trapping him in semi-darkness for a single moment. The lights flashed on brightly, then dimmed as a single image filled the screen. Sitting against a heavy metallic chair, watching Nick with one eye in an intense glare, Slade spoke.
"Hello Titan, you are the Overseer of the tower, you sensed my presence. Your technology is admirable, yet susceptible." Slade paused for a moment, the black eye unblinking. No sound came from his end for a long moment and then he spoke again, "I have belief of your extreme intelligence, though you should not think that you and I are equals." A single finger was raised, "I however trust in your ability to remember what you are told, if you know who I am, you know why I am here." Leaning towards the screen, Slade's pupil widened in an almost unnatural way, "There will be a reckoning soon, and your tower...and your friends..will burn." Tilting his head to the side, the cracks outlining one side of his mask became suddenly visible in the dull light, then the screen went black and a violent hiss of static suddenly roared forward.
The lights roared back to the light, blinding for a moment then back to it's usual translucence.
All that was left was the steady stream of white noise, seemingly coming from nowhere.
Slade stood from his chair in front of the simple laptop he had modified to fit his purpose, his foot slammed down into it, reducing it to mere parts and powdered dust. That would prevent tracking, he had ran the IP through millions of servers and had originally established the connection in the basement of the Tower itself. They would never find him. Around him, machinery was slowly awakening from it's time induced slumber, churning and boiling hot metals and stamping plates of hardware onto hollow bodies. They were Androids, the most reliable soldier that Slade programmed himself. Walking across the concrete floor, his heavy metallic shoes echoed in the light. His old hideout had remained untouched...His Promethean Sword was now fitted across it's back sheath, his suit modified to it's peak capacity and his laser weapon fitted on the gauntlet of his left hand. Time was trickling down, though he needed a single individual to perfect his plan. Three of the dark clothed Androids stood ready, the oldest he had created, from the torn past.
"Find Red X, He is in the city, I am sure of it. Bring him to me, alive."
The three droids nodded, leaping up into hollow ducts that led torward the surface some miles above, crawling like demented spiders torwards the sunlight above. Each one was preprogrammed with target Data and information. Reaching the sunlight, they flipped into the air and landed lightly before vanishing in the thick forest, heading toward Jump City.