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"Eat Elephant ears?" Julianne echoed, almost more to herself than anyone else, "What in the world..."

Julianne laughed out loud for a moment, then said, "I always just called those funnel cakes. Well, at least I know what you're talking about. And those DO sound pretty good right now." After a very brief pause, so that she could focus on turning the car without sideswiping anyone, she asked, "How about you, little man? Funnel cake sound good to you, too?"

Edmond checked his email and read the last one. He did not reply. Now he would wait. The Count set up three large plywood boards and took out a few tennis balls. All at once he bounced them onto the ground and immediately began shooting arrows. After firing seven arrows all the tennis balls had been pinned to the wall. His archery skills were still as good as they had been before. So he sat back at his workbench and began designing new arrows once again. This time he was changing normal tips. The intent was so that when it hit it would release another smaller arrow from the tip to finish penetrating whatever armor had been there. It was complicated, but he had time.

Dantes worked for a bit and when he had the prototype he set up the three boards again now slightly separated from each other. He notched the prototype and fired. It hit the first board and stopped, there was a slight spark, then nothing. He realized a spring may be needed so this time he used a hollowed out arrow shaft and put another arrow inside. The second arrow would serve perfectly as the tip for the overall body. He readied, then fired it. His creation penetrated the first board and the spring pushed the inner arrow farther sending it though the second board. The hollowed out shaft remained in the first plywood obstacle though.

Edmond pulled the arrows out of the plywood boards and set them aside as he began to replicate more of them. He had no base that was not compromised. Honestly every thing he had was hidden around his office and law firm. It had been the only place no one ever searched for weapons. Everything he had was merely a fraction of what was hidden. Granted hiding suits was not easy so blending them with ordinary outfits simplified things.

After having created about thirty of the new arrows he put some in his quiver and some in his suitcase. The Dark Archer walked outside of the hotel having locked the door and began jogging up and down the street. He did not want to get out of shape it would be horrible for someone in his line of work and suits were expensive, outgrowing one of then would be an issue. When he grew tired of jogging he began climbing up and down the wall through his parkour skill. IT was much more fun then most would think. the count was not a patient man. He could not simply wait. He had to remain distracted and a workout was how he did that.

Both of the children's eyes widened when Julianne asked them. "You... you don't know?" the boy asked.

Stacey quickly turned towards Rebecca. "You know, don't you?" she asked.

Rebecca grinned, then pressed a finger to her bottom lip. "You know... I don't think I ever found out."

The children's eyes widened, then they looked at each other. "Um.... drive around until we find it?" Stacey replied.

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Unfortunately for the Count, Emily was a VERY patient woman. Especially when she had a thing or two that could occupy her time. Letting her medical wraps seep into her wounds was one... waiting for Disc to go through it's tasks was another... and uploading all of her "bug gear" was another.

While a few other files were brought up on Vandal, Emily busied herself with going through the video feed and sound recordings. She had opened up the voice window for the earpiece she had left in Natalias room. It was fuzzy, and hard to make out when they spoke softly, but it seemed as though Vandal was still in the room with her. They were talking about... Natalia it sounded like. Disc should be recording what was being said now that she had the feed connected. She would review it all later once Disc was done with it's other tasks. Get the sound quality improved so she could actually understand more than just a few words.

She turned her attention instead to her video feed. Virtually nothing was happening in Cobblepot's office, and it looked as though he were getting ready for another meeting with someone. Good... she could take a few minutes to go through a few hours worth of recorded video. Clacking a few keys on her keyboard, Emily set the video feed back until the point where Vandal had first walked into the office this morning. Then she let the feed play normally and turned the volume up. The Penguin had a few different windows up on his large computer. Usually she could see the full screen fine, but he had so much up that she could only see part of it with where people were seated in front of the screen. What she DID manage to catch was a TV news report of some incidence at a Gotham Hospital. That was fine... she could contact her "employers" and they could fill her in on whatever had caught the news attention. There was also a flyer up... looked like a circus flyer. Another thing that would be simple to find out on her own. And then there were images of an.... ultra sound?

Emily blinked, then took a closer look. Yep... they were. And Vandal didn't look very happy about it either. This had gotten interesting. Vandal began talking again, and she caught something about someone named Wilson Fisk. Another thing to put on her to-do list. Emily continued to watch, then frowned a bit as Vandal turned his attention towards Natalia, and the two soon walked out of the room together. Emily stopped watching. She knew what happened afterwards. The two went to the private room, and Emily was soon asked to take the files to Vandal... and she was dragged into that... lovely mess.

Emily sighed, then clacked her finger on the keyboard to rewind the feed back further. Up until the point where she had already watched, or until something caught her attention. She would be reviewing all of this again later. Right now she needed to type in all of the bits that had caught her attention, and put them into her "To-Do" list. She kept her eyes on the video feed as she typed, and waited for something else to happen.

Soon, something did catch her eye. Penguin had gone for information twice last night. She stopped the feed and played the video so she could see who all he was bringing up on his computer, and printing off. Since it was just him in the room, she had full view of the screen. And what she seen had her full attention almost instantly. Misty Gallay, and Richard Blackstone. Those were two of the people Penguin had pulled up information on. Newspaper clippings, records, everything. She had not seen either of these two in this world yet, but she KNEW these two. Personally.

Emily leaned in close to the screen to watch the video carefully. She had no idea who this "Batman" was that Penguin also tried to look up, but there was virtually nothing on him. Didn't matter, she was more interested in why he was looking up Gallay and Blackstone. She watched the feed, then quickly switched to her other hidden bugs when Penguin exited his office. She set the other bugged feed back to that same time for the previous night, then watched to see where he would pop up again. Praying that he didn't walk into one of her dead zones. There was only so much she could do to discreetly hide her bugs within the rest of the Lounge. The place was wiped clean every night, and there were only certain places that she could hide the bugs without them being found. So... there were only certain parts of the Lounge she had eyes on.

Luckily for Emily, Penguin moved just into view of one of the VIP areas. Oswald sat down at a table with his stack of printed file folders, and handed them to someone off screen. Emily narrowed her gaze to that spot, and waited to see if the other person would move into view. She needed to know who was gathering information on those to. Finally, the man moved to leave the Lounge. It was Vandal. Emily scowled at the screen as he tucked the folders under his arm an moved to leave. Her scowl deepened when Rebecca walked past him, smiled, and left the area. Emily checked the time again, and realized that was about the time Rebecca got off her night shift. Emily's gaze followed Vandal as he moved through the various cameras to get to the door. Rebecca soon appeared at the doorway in her casual dress, took his arm, and walked out the door with him.

Emily growled out something nasty in French and kicked the desk next to her hard enough to dent the thin metal that covered the side of it.

"Something wrong, Miss Emily?" Disc asked.

Emily sighed very deeply, then stood from her chair. Trying to calm herself. "Yes... Unlock my Chameleon Pink Suit." Emily replied. "I'm going out. I want everything you can find on Vandal Savage. Everything." Emily said, then started for the door. "I need to go out for a while. Please bring up anything you can on Misty Gallay and Richard Blackstone as well. Only events, residence, contact information... that sort of thing. I already know their history and such. I just want their lives as of now."

"Yes, Miss Emily." Disc replied.

With that, Emily left the room. As soon as she checked in on a few things, and got some fresh air to clear her head.... she was paying the Lounge another visit.

It didn't take long for Emily to get herself suited up. With the vest on, bracing the medical wraps on her back, she was already wearing part of the padding she needed. After slipping into the rest of her padded under suit, she moved to the the secured room to the corner of the hall and went inside. She didn't come back out. It was only a matter of slipping into the outer layer of her suit, securing her back pack, clasp her wrist cuffs, slip her hair into her helmet, then slip out the window onto the side of the building next door.

In the sun light, the full body suit she wore was a light pink color. When she was in the shade, the lack of light made the suit a deeper red color. And when she was in the dark, the suit was black. Nearly invisible. Granted... this suit worked much better at night, but it had a mirror feature that would allow her to become virtually invisible during the day as well.

Once she was on the rooftop of the next building, she pressed her fingers to the side of her helmet. "System command. Activate Out to Lunch security." A moment later the window she had exited from released a loud click as it was locked. Once she was sure her building would be fine, she checked her backpack and wrist cuffs. They were both fully stocked... she should be fine.

With a small huff, she began running across the rooftop to head towards the more populated area of Gotham. If she found anything to beat the crap out of, she planned on making that pit stop just to give herself a bit of anger management before she attempted to go back to the Lounge. She didn't want to be upset when she met with the Count either.

Emily continued across the rooftops, grumbling to herself the entire way. Now that she knew that the man who was blackmailing her, tossed her into a mirror, and... and... UGH. He was also looking into one of her close friends, had taken one of her newer friends with him last night, was looking into Blackstone, had something up about an ultra sound, she was kicking herself for not looking at his files on the way over to give them to him.

As she ran and jumped across the rooftops, she continued to grumble to herself. Not enough that she'd be too distracted to fall off of a building. THAT she wasn't in the mood for. That would just make her whole day perfect. Though she was distracted enough to not notice any one else on the rooftops with her, or anyone that might see her. She didn't really care at this point. She was in a full body suit, her back was supported, no one was going to make a connection.