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His phone rings and Roman answers the call, his foul temper abating slightly when he hears Edgar’s voice on the other line. Immediately he’s full of questions but his mood only gets better when he hears that the other man has come through over on his end, and in record time no less. Which was only a good thing. Time was of the essence and the faster they moved, the better their chances of getting Croc back would be. ”You got what we need already? Nice, heard you could be counted on...” He says while stepping away to a quieter room. His men are scurrying all over the place, here in this building and many more all over the city as they gather crates upon crates of firearms and ammunition, ranging from simple handguns to heavy duty grenade launchers and submachine guns. These weapons were originally stockpiled for if he ever needed to wage war in Gotham against his many competitors, but in this case, they would suffice in a war against a bunch of laboratory freaks who thought they could just stroll into his city and snatch whomever the fuck they wanted. Chimera had another thought coming, and Doctor Psycho was the first of many ready to teach that painful lesson. "One hour, otherwise we’ll meet at your earliest convenience. I got all night and shitloads more cash to burn on this party.” Roman says with a wicked grin. It’s the first bit of good news he’s had all night thanks to Edgar, grin only widening as his hands itch to unleash the wrath of Sodom and Gomorrah.

His phone rings and Roman answers the call, his foul temper abating slightly when he hears Edgar’s voice on the other line. Immediately he’s full of questions but his mood only gets better when he hears that the other man has come through over on his end, and in record time no less. Which was only a good thing. Time was of the essence and the faster they moved, the better their chances of getting Croc back would be. ”You got what we need already? Nice, heard you could be counted on...” He says while stepping away to a quieter room. His men are scurrying all over the place, here in this building and many more all over the city as they gather crates upon crates of firearms and ammunition, ranging from simple handguns to heavy duty grenade launchers and submachine guns. These weapons were originally stockpiled for if he ever needed to wage war in Gotham against his many competitors, but in this case, they would suffice in a war against a bunch of laboratory freaks who thought they could just stroll into his city and snatch whomever the fuck they wanted. Chimera had another thought coming, and Doctor Psycho was the first of many ready to teach that painful lesson. "One hour, otherwise we’ll meet at your earliest convenience. I got all night and shitloads more cash to burn on this party.” Roman says with a wicked grin. It’s the first bit of good news he’s had all night thanks to Edgar, grin only widening as his hands itch to unleash the wrath of Sodom and Gomorrah.