Illuminati Antarctic Base (Deck)

Description: Tactically camouflaged to appear like an iceberg, the Illuminati's Antarctic base of operations floats in the middle of the ocean. A light dusting of snow covers the floor to help the illusion. Several planes sit on the deck without pilots covered in white blankets to keep the snow off, though armed in the event of an attack. Smaller ships lay within the hull for deployment in case of escape. The outside is relatively barren aside from those details in order to keep a low profile.

Spoiler:

Limbo (room) <---

After a refreshing change of clothes and slow stroll through his new surroundings, Ridl appeared on the deck through a hatch, snow falling into the depths of the ship as he did. He wasn't very fond of snow; it always brought back memories of his terrible past. For some reason, it always seemed as though something bad would happen when it snowed. He wondered if that meant something bad would happen today, but quickly shrugged it off as paranoia; the world didn't work that way, unless the other beings were playing some cruel joke on him. Could they control the weather on Earth? Probably. He'd had enough of the snow and cold now, so he decided to head back in.

---> Gym

(OOC) Recharge 3.

His pocket buzzed; a message. Taking out his PDA, Ridl pressed buttons on the screen, seeing that fool David was requesting his assistance to kidnap his target. He even sent a video. The pompous first branch desk jockey needed help from the second rate second branch after all; how ironic. Sighing, he walked back below deck, making his way to the dungeon once again.

---> Hallways

Recharge 4.

(OOC) Starting in the water.

Batcave <---

It had been a few days since his conversation with Collins. In that time, he had healed to a respectable level, ordering a supply of silver bullion for new weaponry. He decided that, out of the three mentioned locations, the arctic frigate seemed the most suspicious. He'd had his boat moved to the location yesterday, making the switch he did from his plane easier. Now all he had to do was sail up to the watercraft and get on board.

For something that looked like an iceberg, it was quite active. Not long after beginning to move, the frigate sprung to life. Turrets appeared out of the side, firing at the black boat. Though a qualified sailor, Batman could not avoid the entirety of the lead rain. Seeing no other option, he set a self-destruct for 10 seconds, ejecting after 5. As his cape opened to glide the rest of the way to the boat, his own exploded on the water, the rest sinking to the ocean floor.

Being slightly short, he was forced to break his glide and produce his grapnel gun, attaching to the edge of the ship and pulling himself up to the deck. It wouldn't be long before someone came to check. Noticing several planes cloaked under white tarp, he hid under the closest and waited for a guard to appear.

Not long after, several armed men appeared. Seeing the last of the smoking wreckage sink, they were ensured that no one had survived the attack. Returning below deck, he followed shortly after.

---> Hallways