For Robin, of course, the protection was two-fold. In the event this was a set-up against him, it would also foil a potential channel of deliberate intel.
"I'm counting on it," Omi says back.
He then nods to Robin. "Good idea. There's a rear entrance as well, one guard posted outside. We need to check the office files and computer, as well as inventory and production line. If there's a call history on the phone, that would be useful, too."
Omi pauses. He's got to be careful in a different way now, with Youji involved. Youji doesn't know Robin's identity and the personal advantage-- and risk-- it presents on this particular case. He'll need to mind what he says to preserve that secret.
"Robin, can you handle the rear guard, then investigate the inventory and production? I'll start looking in the office." That will let the one with the most knowledge of Wayne's technology compare the product for himself, and it gives Robin tasks that the language barrier is less likely to hinder.
Besides, if he sees for himself that WayneTech's technology is present here, that's all the more personal incentive for him to stay involved, and they're going to need that if their research necessitates a visit to WayneTech itself next.
Robin waits for the translation, then thumps his glove computer, briefly activating the hologram screen to illustrate his point.
"Hacking," he agrees.
There's a shadow to the left, and a slight turn of the head from the assassins means he can slip away without being directly perceived to do so.
Making his way to the rear guard isn't difficult, and nor is sending him to join his fellows in dreamland.
The first appropriately-office-appearing room has both a PC and a nice landline. He starts with the computer, plugging in his own system, and--
He taps on the radio. "Definitely WayneTech..." he murmurs, opening up the code to double-check. He recognizes the bookkeeping software; he's spent enough time sneaking into it when he's bored.
It's annoying, the way they're just building on what Bruce left behind.
Unless it's a deliberate choice to make him the fall guy, and then it becomes angering.
Now, for the inventory. He calls up the file and-- yes, good--
"Nothing shipped recently, so we should be able to find what we need here."
Once the rear guard is out, Omi joins Robin in the office, Youji right behind him. With Robin at the computer, he picks the lock to the file cabinet to start rifling through hard copy documents. He pulls out a collection of folders and sets the stack on the desk. He hands half of it to Youji.
"Help me look."
A receipt. An expense report. A memo. Anything that could establish a link to guilt or innocence. There isn't time to pore over everything, but they can skim. He opens the top folder in his stack and flips through the pages, sparing only a second or two's once-over for most. Every so often, he pauses and reads more carefully, but he's yet to have any luck at the time Robin updates them.
He looks up, nodding his understanding.
"We'll check the production room next... Just a little longer in here."
Youji skims and shuffles the paperwork. Keywords include WayneTech, biochemical, weapons, biochemical weapons...
Oh, there's a name he wasn't expecting to see. Hachiko Mitsunaga.
"Looks like Kritiker's been sending other people to do my job," he said idly, expecting Omi to be too task-oriented to notice his droll lament. He read a little further down, because it couldn't hurt, and nudged Omi's shoulder.
"Listen to this," he said. "It's a print-out of an email from a mark I was supposed to start investigating. She says she found a lancinocaligan supplier... that might be what's causing the small veins in the lungs rupturing."
He tapped into Robin's line, and repeated it in English. There was shouting, snappy and teenaged, and he frowned, taking a moment to translate out the anger to Omi.
"So, maybe instead of rupturing blood vessels, Wayne was trying to fund the development of..." Youji did not speak medical English, but he gave it a shot. "Medicinal therapies for things like, I don't know, breathing issues."
And taking that research, those prototypes, those studies, and edging them just a little bit further forward...
"The only difference between a life-saving dose and a life-ending one is size, after all."
"What?" Omi asks with hushed alarm. Several things occur to him on the Bombay side of his brain in that moment:
1. Youji had been given a secret mission, one he hadn't been told about. 2. The secret mission involved investigating a mark now showing up here. 3. Supposed to start investigating meant that something had happened and the plans had changed. 4. Somehow, somewhere between that change of plan and now, Weiss had received a mission targeting Bruce Wayne. 5. Last he checked, 2 + 2 still equaled 4.
It could be an innocent explanation. Perhaps the lead they thought they had proved a dead end before it even started. But if that were true then why is she in the file folder.
He takes in the information about the prototypes, or what Youji is able to translate of it, and notes it for later, but his attention right now is laser-focused on this printed email and the new information about Kritiker's abandoned reconnaissance.
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"I'm counting on it," Omi says back.
He then nods to Robin. "Good idea. There's a rear entrance as well, one guard posted outside. We need to check the office files and computer, as well as inventory and production line. If there's a call history on the phone, that would be useful, too."
Omi pauses. He's got to be careful in a different way now, with Youji involved. Youji doesn't know Robin's identity and the personal advantage-- and risk-- it presents on this particular case. He'll need to mind what he says to preserve that secret.
"Robin, can you handle the rear guard, then investigate the inventory and production? I'll start looking in the office." That will let the one with the most knowledge of Wayne's technology compare the product for himself, and it gives Robin tasks that the language barrier is less likely to hinder.
Besides, if he sees for himself that WayneTech's technology is present here, that's all the more personal incentive for him to stay involved, and they're going to need that if their research necessitates a visit to WayneTech itself next.
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"Hacking," he agrees.
There's a shadow to the left, and a slight turn of the head from the assassins means he can slip away without being directly perceived to do so.
Making his way to the rear guard isn't difficult, and nor is sending him to join his fellows in dreamland.
The first appropriately-office-appearing room has both a PC and a nice landline. He starts with the computer, plugging in his own system, and--
He taps on the radio. "Definitely WayneTech..." he murmurs, opening up the code to double-check. He recognizes the bookkeeping software; he's spent enough time sneaking into it when he's bored.
It's annoying, the way they're just building on what Bruce left behind.
Unless it's a deliberate choice to make him the fall guy, and then it becomes angering.
Now, for the inventory. He calls up the file and-- yes, good--
"Nothing shipped recently, so we should be able to find what we need here."
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"Help me look."
A receipt. An expense report. A memo. Anything that could establish a link to guilt or innocence. There isn't time to pore over everything, but they can skim. He opens the top folder in his stack and flips through the pages, sparing only a second or two's once-over for most. Every so often, he pauses and reads more carefully, but he's yet to have any luck at the time Robin updates them.
He looks up, nodding his understanding.
"We'll check the production room next... Just a little longer in here."
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Oh, there's a name he wasn't expecting to see. Hachiko Mitsunaga.
"Looks like Kritiker's been sending other people to do my job," he said idly, expecting Omi to be too task-oriented to notice his droll lament. He read a little further down, because it couldn't hurt, and nudged Omi's shoulder.
"Listen to this," he said. "It's a print-out of an email from a mark I was supposed to start investigating. She says she found a lancinocaligan supplier... that might be what's causing the small veins in the lungs rupturing."
He tapped into Robin's line, and repeated it in English. There was shouting, snappy and teenaged, and he frowned, taking a moment to translate out the anger to Omi.
"So, maybe instead of rupturing blood vessels, Wayne was trying to fund the development of..." Youji did not speak medical English, but he gave it a shot. "Medicinal therapies for things like, I don't know, breathing issues."
And taking that research, those prototypes, those studies, and edging them just a little bit further forward...
"The only difference between a life-saving dose and a life-ending one is size, after all."
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1. Youji had been given a secret mission, one he hadn't been told about.
2. The secret mission involved investigating a mark now showing up here.
3. Supposed to start investigating meant that something had happened and the plans had changed.
4. Somehow, somewhere between that change of plan and now, Weiss had received a mission targeting Bruce Wayne.
5. Last he checked, 2 + 2 still equaled 4.
It could be an innocent explanation. Perhaps the lead they thought they had proved a dead end before it even started. But if that were true then why is she in the file folder.
He takes in the information about the prototypes, or what Youji is able to translate of it, and notes it for later, but his attention right now is laser-focused on this printed email and the new information about Kritiker's abandoned reconnaissance.
"What do you know about her? Who is she?"