Post by Mr. Freeze on Sept 18, 2010 21:02:58 GMT -5
The precious ticking of a clock, metronomic in it's rhythm, suppressed by the heavy hands that held it. Time. Were there a way to freeze it still. To pause it stead. To freeze it in a block of ice. Were he had time, he would do things different. What man has never thought those words. Victor Fries has. So many times before. But now there was no time to wait. No reason to dally. The men swarmed out of the placer van and as he watched them thorough the frost covered window of the cooling truck, Fries wondered for the first time if what he was doing was right.
And then he opened the door and forgot he even doubted himself.
The bank vault was built on a time trigger. Forty tons of steel set into three inch thick reinforced concrete. Gotham's First National was said to be the inspiration for Lynn Venable's short story Time Enough At Last. It said that the vault could take a shelling. Fries wonder how it would withstand into against the cold. As the men stepped aside, he raised his gun.
" Stand back. "
He let it fire, let it burst out of him like a fire. The ice consumed the structure, ate it whole like a ravenous dog and the metal groaned like a woman with child. Screeching against the interceding frost. As the men came around, Fries stepped away and instructed them to take care. The vault was brittle, frozen, but still heavy and could crush them where it stood under twenty four tons of steel and ice. He watched as they began to work the plastic into the notches where the ice had weakened it and he turned to face the door in case the guards came.
" Make this quick. We don't have time to waste. "
And then he opened the door and forgot he even doubted himself.
The bank vault was built on a time trigger. Forty tons of steel set into three inch thick reinforced concrete. Gotham's First National was said to be the inspiration for Lynn Venable's short story Time Enough At Last. It said that the vault could take a shelling. Fries wonder how it would withstand into against the cold. As the men stepped aside, he raised his gun.
" Stand back. "
He let it fire, let it burst out of him like a fire. The ice consumed the structure, ate it whole like a ravenous dog and the metal groaned like a woman with child. Screeching against the interceding frost. As the men came around, Fries stepped away and instructed them to take care. The vault was brittle, frozen, but still heavy and could crush them where it stood under twenty four tons of steel and ice. He watched as they began to work the plastic into the notches where the ice had weakened it and he turned to face the door in case the guards came.
" Make this quick. We don't have time to waste. "