Injustice (Avengers and Friends) Oct 8, 2019 2:15:47 GMT Dormammu and Iosef Adasca "The Harvester" like this
Post by Bruce Wayne on Oct 8, 2019 2:15:47 GMT
Beyond the ordinary.
Perhaps the best way one could have described the circumstances that had brought him to this strange world. A world that, within the few days he'd been there, he'd already scoured to the very corners of it's multi-national social media for clues. A world riddled with mysteries, secrets and surprises that had even him questioning the reality of his own universe, his own home. And while he had questions that deserved answers only one location had sprung forward to him with the most promise, outside of the Justice League station, of information worth pilfering.
Or as the locals had begun to call it, The Avengers Tower. An impressive tower that loomed over the entirety of New York like a homing beacon screaming to be noticed. What he did not know, what he desired to know, was what secrets were hidden within. What tales the building had to tell beyond that of what it exuded from it's gaudy exterior.
That said, with what time he had to examine the building, he had found the security for the building to be rather less extraordinary than the people that occupied it. He had easily bypassed the power supply by rooting out it's secure private network through a remote server using an encrypted grouping algorithm; an act that had made planting a timed disruption rhythm to the buildings security grid just that less tiring. Once that had been done he made short work of the various security measures that might, relatively easily, identify him even under the cover of darkness, and found his way to what he believed to be the archive.
The inside of the building was curious. Each floor seemed to serve the purpose of expanding upon the floor above or serving as entirely different branch of what he believed to be an overarching company. Something that he readily accepted as a similarity to the very same building he used as his headquarters for his families company. Though, while he was inclined to pay high regards to the owner of the company, he had to also demean the way the entire building seemed to exude the ego that stemmed from that very same individual. It seemed as though this "Tony Stark" cared a great deal for himself.
Perhaps a bit too much.
Dissuading that line of thought, removing himself from the distraction that was an inquiry into a single individual's personality, he found his way to the highest and most relevant floor he could find. One that, while it did not appear to be the source of the buildings archive, appeared on his initial scans of the building's network and plans to be the source of the most important activities and information.
And one that he was quick to thoroughly scour for anything and everything he could find.
Starting with a variety of what appeared to be suits lining the wall near a New York viewing window, he made his way towards a console at the center of the room. One that seemed far too valuable to be ignored, and one that seemed the most likely to be well protected. Even with the security measures temporarily in flux he knew that nothing ever was as it seemed upon the surface. As such, as he went to work on the console, he took every measure he could to dig through the computer's files in a way that would leave his tampering undetected.
He may not have been overly familiar with the design or capabilities of such advanced technology, but with a few well placed probes and hacks he figured he had at least a half an hour before anyone took notice to an intruder digging through the mainframe. And that was a half an hour he was more than willing to cash out on as he went to work filtering through files and borrowing valuable information.
Borrowing being the gracious term, and contemporary theft being the one more applicable.
What he would discover would be, without a doubt, the revelation of this Earth's lifetime and perhaps the reward for the time he'd spent to get it.
Were it not for the variety of individuals that had entered the building from both the top and bottom floors mere moments after he'd a particularly special file.