From the Pinnacle to the Pit
In your empire
They stare in frown
You are cast from the heavens to the ground
Blackened feathers falling down
From the Pinnacle to the Pit
It is a long way down
@the-master-of-fear
Nothing says New Year's Resolution like annihilating your enemies.
The details of their next phase of revenge on Roman Sionis was finally at a close. The planning had been excruciating as both Edward Nigma and Jonathan Crane were eager to sink their teeth into the crime lord.
Luckily for them, they would get the opportunity to tonight.
The plan was to go exactly where the program was housed and attacking Sionis directly in the proces. Edward was--unfortunately--intimately familiar with the location: the warehouse where Nigma had worked for a time for the criminal.
Using a page out of Sionis' book, Edward had a few men feigning loyalty to Black Mask. One of which was a closer hench--Mark--and one he trusted far more than any other in this role.
After arguing over semantics, the two men decided that Edward's men would operate similarly to the bank heist months ago and administer Crane's fear gas through the ventilation to knock out everyone in the facility. Jonathan had dedicated some time to adjust his toxin since he was provided one of the False Face masks--ensuring they'd be more susceptible.
Edward had nothing new in his arsenal--except for the gold plated gun that once belonged to Sionis. That was going with him.
Once the gas was released, Edward and Jonathan (and a few of Edward's men) were going to enter the building, steal back the program thus shutting it down, and then killing Roman and Zsasz.
As long as nothing interrupted them from doing such.
Oh, and Jonathan's sarin would be making its debut.
The thought wasn't near as intimidating for Edward since he had his new mask that Jonathan had gifted him.
Exhaling slowly, Edward scanned himself in the mirror. Donning the same outfit he had worn when he blew up the bridges and surge walls to Founder's Island.
His gloved hand trailed down the scar on his face. Digits lingering on the tainted flesh as his eyes flicked to Jonathan's reflection.
Edward was never wrong.
But..
Despite the meticulous planning, concern clawed its way through the reinforced steel of his mind. They were beyond prepared to take the duo and their goons on yet a subtle, quiet fear for the unknown probabilities permeated into his mindspace in the wake of concern for his partner.
It was foolish and unnecessary to feel such weak emotions. Jonathan Crane was more than capable to handle himself.
Labeling the doubts to being nervous, Edward pressed the domino mask onto his face. The gas mask he'd get to use was attached to his belt since there was no need for him to wear it until they got where they were going.
And where was that?
Edward and Jonathan's destination was the northern portion of Bleake Island: Sionis Steel Mill.
