Cisco had worked on a jammer for his phone and computer all day, knowing his half-sister would try and decrypt it or find somebody who could. He’d dropped the wristbands off at the lab for Barry to find, hoping he wouldn’t come looking for him. At this point he really didn’t care what happened or who found him.
He wandered about Central City, hood up, hair pulled back, and a pair of sunglasses on. Every few feet he would stick his hand out, sending vibrations out and sending garbage cans flying, breaking street lights, and setting off car alarms. Cisco felt a dark energy coarsing through his body and a grim smile spread across his face, as he knew there was no holding back anymore.
