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GCPD: They're Playing Our Song
January 30th, 2000
<...Loren wrote...>
Chris: I think I might bow outta this one, Renee. But hey...
I'll bet that young guy stuffing his face at the
buffet
table would love to go for a spin with ya.
Renee looks over and sees that it's Jim Gordon's chief
administrator, Englebert Lau.
Renee: Perfect! Oh, Eng...?
Eng looks up from a now empty plate of cheddar quiche, mouth full,
with a face that spells "I didn't do it!"
Eng: Aff oo, fevevev?
Seeing that he was not understood, Eng swallows the rest of the
quiche that was in his mouth, and tries again.
Eng: That you, Detective Montoya?
Montoya lowers her mask, smiling away.
Renee: You got me. How 'bout joining me on the dance floor?
Eng: Sh-sure...!
They make their way to the ballroom floor and begin to dance to
the music that has already started.
Eng: So...uh...this sure is some party they've --
Renee spots Loren about to walk by them, so before Eng can finish
his sentence, she pulls him a little closer to her and kisses him.
With his eyes open while the whole affair's going on, Eng is
understandably shocked. Loren walks right by them, oblivious to
it all, much to Renee's dismay.
Eng: Wow...! Um, I mean, what was that for, Detective? Not that I
didn't like it, but...
Renee: <sigh> Nothing...let's just keep dancing, alright?
<...Chris wrote...>
Chris swiftly turns from Renee. He has some investigating to do.
There was something very suspicious about... He slams right into
ADA Lennon Johnson, while turning around.
Lennon: Why, Lieutenant, care to dance?
Chris: Well, actually I was just...
Lennon (smiling): I'm not going to take 'no' as easily as Miss Montoya
there.
Lennon grabs Chris' hand and soon they are waltzing across the room.
As they dance, Lennon notices that Chris is distracted, paying no
attention to her. He seems to be watching - even following - someone
else in the ballroom.
Lennon: Uhm... Lieutenant?
Chris works their way off the dance floor, toward the Davenport
Tower's conference rooms.
Chris: Miss Johnson, you are a very fine dancer. However, I'm afraid
I've got some pressing business to attend to.
With that, he bows and slips off through the doors, into a hallway.
Lennon stands there, fuming.
Lennon: Are -all- of these officers avoiding me?
Chris makes his way down the hall. He was sure she came in this...
Helena: Tell me again why I'm supposed to trust you?
Chris peers around the corner. There she was - Helena Bertinelli,
talking to...
Bruce: I believe, ma'am, it's because *he* told you to.
Helena: I don't like it. I don't like you, Mr. Wayne, and I don't
like how close the cops are getting. I
think they're onto
me, especially that British character...
Bruce: Don't worry about that right now. Do you have it?
Helena: Here...
She hands him a folder of papers, and a little glass vial.
Helena: I got these off that Di Iorio guy - although I'm not sure
what his game is, either.
Bruce: All right. I'll make sure *he* gets this.
As Bruce Wayne scoops up and kisses Helena Bertinelli's hand,
Chris softly slips away, back into the ballroom.
<...Loren wrote...>
Shortly afterward, Bruce emerges from the conference room.
Sarina: Bruce!
Bruce: Do I know you, Miss...?
Sarina: Wade. Sarina Wade, you dolt!
Bruce: Of course! Sarina! Gotten any better since we last...went skiing?
Gotham's law and order stand not far from Sarina and Bruce.
Jim: Miss Johnson, I'm sure you'd like to meet Bruce Wayne.
Lennon: Who's that other guy standing near him?
Jim: Oh, him? That's Dick Grayson, Mr. Wayne's ward.
Lennon's eyes light up. She grins, fixes a lock of her hair, and
walks anxiously alongside the Commissioner toward Dick (and Bruce).
Sarina: We never went skiing, Bruce...but if you're free this weekend --
Jim: Excuse me, Officer Wade...
Sarina frowns.
Jim: Mr. Wayne? I'd like to introduce you to Gotham's new --
Suddenly, the Davenport Center's fire alarm clangs throughout
the building, and the entire ballroom area becomes chaotic.
Jim: Sarah! Let's get Wayne and Grayson out of here!
<...Chris wrote...>
The sirens blare as the Gordons rush a reluctant Bruce Wayne and
Richard Grayson through the ballroom, toward the elevator. Lieutenant
Small stands by the main stairwell door nearby, filing people out,
trying to keep them calm.
Bruce: Officer, please make sure that everyone gets out of the
building okay!
Chris (giving Bruce a hard stare): Will do... sir. Watch your step...
Chris eyes him as he stumbles trying to get into the elevator.
It seemed practiced, faked. There was always something about Bruce
Wayne that Chris didn't like; now his suspicions were furthered.
Soon, the entire building was evacuated. After giving the ballroom
one more sweep, Chris stepped out to the deck.
Outside, it was a circus. The entire guest party peered upward, many
still wearing masks, with the moon reflecting their sequins and tinsel.
They congregated at the base of the Davenport Tower, moved about by
officers who were still in their formal attire, and jostled as
firefighters attempted to make their way into the building.
Chris makes his way off to one side, toward the dark end of the deck,
by the railing. From below, he hears voices, one of which is that of
Officer Wayne Hotu.
Wayne: ...that after all that sneaking around to get you in, you didn't
find anything?
Owen: No, sorry. I didn't expect the alarm to go off and all.
Wayne: Damn it, we -know- he's up to something! And he's making the
entire GCPD look like idiots in the process.
Have you noticed
the way Renee has been falling all over Loren?
What about Helena?
What's going on there?!?
Owen: Look, Wayne, I haven't told anyone else about the threats yet -
and you know I should have at least told Gordon. I
don't even
trust Loren right now. He doesn't seem to be in his
right mind.
Besides, his partner, Chris - he's still after me. I
think he
knows who I was, and he's not going to fall into trusting
me so
easily. I'm not sure what to make of him myself.
Wayne: For all his faults (and I can't believe I'm saying this),
Chris is a good cop.
Owen: Too good, and he's going to blow this open if we're not careful.
Wayne: Fine, fine. I'll try to deal with him. Gah... all the trouble
this sucker is putting us through. I wish
they'd lock him in
Arkham and let 'im rot. I've heard -bad- things
about this one...
Chris takes a step back, away from the railing. What are they up to?
Who are they talking about?
<...Loren wrote...>
Back inside the ballroom, Pi, the officer assigned to protect the ADA,
grabs Lennon's arm and heads for an alternate exit, orchestrated that way
so that all the VIPs wouldn't leave in the same direction.
Pi opens the stairwell door, and goes in ahead of Lennon, motioning
for her to follow. Just as Lennon closes the door, Pi grabs his own
neck, and tumbles down one flight of stairs, unconscious.
???: There's been a slight change of plans, Miss Johnson.
Lennon looks up to a masked figure holding a tranquilizer gun,
standing at the stairs above her. The figure slowly removes his
full-face black mask.
Loren: You're coming with me.
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