“Or yes,” Landon nodded. “I let myself in, duh. I thought that bit was obvi.”
It wasn’t that hard, considering he had his dad’s blueprints of the place. And since the blueprints were from a good ten or twenty years in the future, the security was a lot easier than Landon had trained for. “What’cha working on?”
“I got that much, man.” He quipped, covering the tech he was working on from the stranger. “None of your business. YOu never answered my question. Who are you?”
“I’m gonna watch you work.” Landon said. He wasn’t leaving out an option, hell no. He wasn’t putting that up in the air- this guy made the OG cold gun, he wasn’t about to miss out on this opportunity. Sure, he wasn’t exactly welcome in the lab… but hell, what good was being a Snart if he couldn’t demand these things? If… if Cisco had even figured that bit out.
“Or not?” Cisco replied to the stranger, his voice raising and on the verge of cracking. He set his tools down and glared. “Who even let you in here? You aren’t authorized to be down here. Who are you, anyway?”
“What do you know about them?” Xander prodded. “I mean, why is it that they became metas. The whole city was hit, so why is it that only certain people became metas?” That was the part he needed to know. If there was a reason why- then theoretically he might be able to reverse it.
“I know that the powers comes from dark matter that was released during the explosion. We believe that there’s something in people’s DNA strands that causes the dark matter to effect them in a different way than others. That’s not certain though, merely a hypothesis. We only have a few metahumans to base our findings, so we have very little to go on.” Cisco said, focusing his gaze back to the man. “Does that help?”
Quickly HR managed to collect himself, walking at a quick pace after Cisco as he made his way inside. Pulling out a drumstick from his back pocket he began to tap it against his knee, then gave a short shrug to the other man.
“Sightseeing, mostly,” he stated plainly, leaning against the bar encasing the large computer desk. “This place is so much different than my own STAR Labs. Almost nothing is the same. It’s fascinating to me, really.”
“What’s there the sightsee?” Cisco chuckled, plopping down in his chair at the desk. “Technology here, technology there.” He paused, looking up at the man who looked identical to one of his closest friends and one of his biggest enemies. “So, any questions about anything you saw whilst sightseeing?”
Barry let out a light chuckle as part of his disguise, beginning to pull the jacket he’d been wearing off his shoulders. With a glance to the side he noticed the Flash suit front and center on a mannequin a couple feet away, now glad he’d left his own suit in his warehouse. He tossed the jacket on a chair and plopped himself into it casually, now wanting to make small talk to figure out more about the STAR Labs of this Earth. Measure up any kind of possible threat.
“I know, I know,” he said, raising his hands up and pretending to fight back a grin. “I did call your name out though. That’s gotta count for something.”
“It does count, but you know as well as I that when I get in the zone, there’s nothing but Rocky playing in my head.” Cisco grinned, swinging his feet up onto the desk. “It’s the middle of the afternoon, are you on break or something? I don’t normally see you around this time of day,” he said, leaning back in his chair and intertwining his fingers before cradling his head.
Xander, chewed his lower lip and he suddenly stumbled upon the realisation that it may not be the best idea to press, but his curiousity won out. He’d accessed a lot of files on the incident (curtesy of his hacker friends) ,but he still wanted to know more. “My plane was flying overhead at the time.” he murmered. “I saw everything from the window.” he failed to mention how the energy had screwed with the plane, and it had almost crashed before the pilot wrangled it under control. “I always wondered about it. The metahuman part of it especially.”
“Gosh, that must’ve been hard to watch happen.” Cisco said with a sigh before taking a drink from his now lukewarm coffee. “It’s tragic. So many people’s lives were changed that day for the worst.” As he set his cup back down, his fingers curled up into a fist unconsciously. He didn’t know whether to be happy or mad about his powers. Sure, he could help, but at what cost to his own health and to others’ safety? “Yeah,” he started, realizing his fist and relaxing his hand. “Not much good has come from it.”
HR’s eyes scanned over the machinery around him as he drummed a far too loud rhythm across the bars in the cortex. Why he was down here, he did not know. Everyone was out catching a metahominin and they left him to sit around and poke at whatever he could get his hands on. He’d walked into a pipeline cell and scanned his eyes over the area, jogged around the speed room, and even tried to figure out what was going on with the computers in the main lab.
To his dismay, nothing seemed to interest HR in this place. It was all tech. Gadgets and gizmos that were foreign to him – and that’s when he realized he should’ve convinced his partner to travel with him. Oh well – he was too far from home now.
Growing bored of the cortex, HR decided to venture upstairs once again only to jump damn near out of his skin when he saw someone standing in the doorway – the dim lighting obscuring the person’s appearance. “God, you scared the dickens out of me,” HR laughed, clutching his heart as a far too wide smile bloomed across his lips.
“You’re the one sneaking around the place, HR.” Cisco said, shifting his bodyweight back to his feet and walking to the computers. “What were you doing, anyway?”
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