"He's right. The other families are gearing up." Batman rasps, wasting no time with preamble. Recriminations of past issues and missteps served no purpose here. The Colonel had given away his buyers, and now it was up to him to shut them down.
"The shipments come at different times, and they think they're avoiding me by splitting the shipments and using other means of transportation. There are three warehouses just on the East End with enough weapons to start World War III. Two in Crime Alley, one on the West Side.
Which part of town are you taking?" Batman asks, pulling the remote-call device for the car (he /never/ calls it the Batmobile) and pressing the button. The call will arrive shortly.
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