the intrusion is done covertly. cameras malfunction till the figure reaches one of many laboratories — specifically entitled to head scientist mr. lane. although a stilling stretch of papers, testing tubes and computers left slumbering. for the most part it was empty.

he'll be here soon, jay steps further into the room. the dim lighting of far—off desk lamps and the scarce glow peering into the only door enfolds him in a shadow. golden lingers across the neat stack. when he reaches to file through anything of interest he is left disappointed and places it back.

it wasn't as if he'd been expecting anything crucial to be laying around. league headquarters were heavily guarded by pass protected doors and the corner bound security footage. coming here was risky enough though, his certainty for the interest of the other man was unwavering. lucas would comply.

whether he liked it or not.

the eventually entrance would not notice the other. he feels inclined to tease the handle of the obscured pistol, watching vigilantly till lucas was settled. unaware and vulnerable. the cool weapon presses itself back to the crown. anyone of alertness to the situation would not dare move.

"mr. lane, i take it?" there is no form of arrogance in his voice. the way jay speaks is as dull as his expression. never willing to show an ounce of the truth. "keep quiet, i'm not supposed to be here." placing the object of terror elsewhere allows lucas to shift opposite. eventually they should be face—to—face. "you should know who i am." the obvious is spoken. not just in their previous circumstances but, the fact that he is a wanted criminal.

Lucas Lane