Batman Contingency Plan Novels & Stories

The other cameras continued to operate, and we watched the bloodbath. I would have made an appearance myself, but a true leader didn’t fight in battle—he controlled it. Bates didn’t say a word as he studied the monitors, smoking his cigar like it was a casual night. There were screams. There were explosions. And there was death. Finally, the war died down. My phone rang, and I answered it immediately. “Cato.” “The money is secure, and we got the main players. What are your instructions?” “Transfer the money as planned. Then bring those assholes to me. How many are there?”

“That’s a big win. But don’t celebrate yet. I’ve been combing through the files we pulled, and Bancroft’s not going down without a fight. He’s already mobilizing what’s left of his resources.” “Meaning?” Maya prompted, her tone sharp. “Meaning,” Alex said grimly, “he’s got contingency plans. Backup systems, shadow operations. The guy is a cockroach—he’ll keep crawling out from under the rubble until we stomp him out for good.” Sage sank into a chair across from Alex, her body aching from the climb and the firefight. “So, what’s next?” Alex hesitated, her gaze flicking to Damian. “There’s one more facility. It’s smaller, more hidden, but it’s where Bancroft is holed up now. It’s his final str

“I know this has been a terrible day for everyone.” Marcus, one of the senior warriors, looked up at me with red swollen eyes. “Any update on the Alpha’s condition?” “The healers are doing everything they can.” I set the folder on the conference table. “But it does not look good. Which is why I called this meeting. We need to discuss contingency planning.” “Contingency planning?” A woman named Sarah frowned. “Dominic is still alive upstairs—” “And we all pray he stays that way.” I opened the folder and pulled out the first document. “But responsible leadership requires preparing for worst case scenarios rather than just hoping for the best. We cannot afford to be caught off guard if the unth

There, in that very suburban home, the living room had now become something of a command center: there were laptops and papers all over, the place cluttered with empty coffee cups. James rubbed his tired eyes at the news playing on mute on the television. Of course, the headline scrolled by in the news: "Global Markets in Turmoil as Shadow Council Revelations Continue." "You should get some rest," Angie said before putting a hand on his shoulder. At least she looked a little better now, with the bruises from her captivity fading, but there was a new hardness in her eyes. James shook his head. "Can't. Not yet. We're missing something." Hawk looked up from her laptop. "He's right. Chen's words

He looked at the table for a moment. Then he looked at me. "He built a contingency," he said quietly. A plan within the plan. For the version of the future where everything else failed. Timed to the period of my distraction. Aimed at the thing I h ad built. I looked at my board member still on the line. I said, "I will call you back in one hour." I ended the call. I looked at my husband. Fourteen days.

Immediately he stepped out he opened his locker and took out a sheet of paper, more like a map of a certain area. “Twenty days till the take over, I need to act fast!” He muttered to himself, the map was an in and out of the whole area where the syndicate was located. Incase they were to get physical and he had to kill Aiden in order to prevent him from taking everything he had from him, he needs to plan his way of escape smoothly. **** Thatchers Corporation …. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nimi said to Jenna and they both bursted out laughing.

Samuel stepped closer. "What was Project Horizon?" Michael remained silent for several moments. When he finally spoke... His voice was almost a whisper. "It wasn't a project." "It was a contingency plan." Nathan frowned. "For what?" Michael looked around the room. "For the day the Builder families lost control." The room fell silent. Damian's pulse quickened. "What kind of contingency?" Michael closed his eyes. "The plan identified every journalist..." "Every judge..." "Every business executive..." "Every politician..." "...who could be manipulated to rebuild the network."

"We need to prepare a solid contingency plan, Lucas. Don't act on impulse alone." I didn't respond immediately. Slowly, I released my grip on his collar and studied his face closely. Damn him. Deep down, I was forced to admit he was right. I had to acknowledge that my overwhelming fear and dread for Emelia's safety had blinded my better judgment — to the point where I had forgotten the most basic principle of warfare: a backup plan.

“Abandon the second location.” I hung up and dialed another number. “Destroy the remaining evidence, erase surveillance and terminate any rented properties connected to the operation.” The next phone was to the car that carried Selina. “Reroute the van. Bypass the original destination. Move to the fallback site and maintain radio silence. Leave no traces behind.” I had one rule and it was the reason I came out on top. “Contingencies for your contingencies.” Every operation had a primary, secondary and tertiary location. Every asset has a substitute. Every identity has another identity.

“Contingency plans are in place. If the toxin malfunctions, we fall back to the secondary base east of the river ridge. If contact is lost with any unit, no heroics—we regroup at the extraction point and proceed to Protocol C.” He paused. “Any questions?” The room was silent, charged. Then a murmur of approval arose. More heads nodded, and commander Harris offered a crisp, “Understood.” Justine’s gaze swept the room, but his eyes lingered a moment on Dr. Ganner—who had not spoken. He sat with his hands folded, eyes heavy with thought, his usual intensity dulled. “If there are no objections,” Justine said at last, “this meeting is adjourned. Begin final preparations immediately. We move out i