Sara sense the disruption in her seamlessly pain free mission. Her eyes narrowed at the wire framed man before her. He was of average built but exuded such confidence. What a fool. The white chiffon cover sheathed the mischievous smile that overtook her lips. Staying beneath the shadows of the hanging buildings, she locked eyes with the man before her. Her feet gained traction as she charged at him.
Cisco grinned as the woman charged him. He dug his heels into the ground and sent vibrations into the ground, making the ground shake between him and the woman. The tremors should have been enough to knock her off her feet. He was still getting the hang of things.
“Well that’s not enough,” he said with a smile bringing the bow up and aiming square at Cisco’s chest. “Disarm me.”
“Simple.” Cisco smiled, sticking his arm out and focusing the power toward his fingers. Sending out the vibrations toward the man, causing the other to lose his grip on the bow, sending it clattering to the ground. Cisco crossed his arms and smiled. “How’s that for disarming?”
Sara followed the shadows, the big wig business man moving quickly through the alley. His transgressions spoke in volumes to the league, his death would be a bountiful score for the blonde. The curved blade fisted at her side, glinted off the moon that shined above her. It reflected off the smooth white leather jacket, lined with plates to protect her. She was their asset, their eliminator. Sara felt a bemused pride in that. Dropping down from the scaffolding, the ground cushioned her feet. “May god have mercy,” the words ebbed in the archaic language as she closed in.
Cisco leaned into a shadow as a man ran past him. He just had run himself into a dead end and that brought a witty smile to Cisco’s face. This guy looked harmless, and Cisco knew he could take him if he was of any danger. He obviously was running from someone, and Cisco placed himself between the man and whatever was chasing him. His hood cast a shadow on his face, concealing his identity from the perpetrator. “Stay behind me, buddy. I’ll protect you.” He said in a low voice, widening his stance.
“That’s right down the hall. It’s meager, but it’s the start of something.” He said, leading her down a hallway. “There’s a sandbag, Some free weights, but not much more. I’m waiting for my collegue to give me some advice on that kind of stuff.”
Lisa had been eating quickly out of habit. It was something she hadn’t broken from childhood. She had to eat fast if their father was around because he was terrifying to be around. Couple that with his temper, it was dangerous to be a child around him. She also ate fast because family dinners had been few and far between. More often than not, she and Len would handle it themselves. If they had a formal meal, they were sitting ducks.
She had to shake her head to get herself out of the bombardment of memories that flooded her. Now wasn’t the time for that.
Glancing over at Cisco, who has fallen uncharacteristicly quiet, she knew it wasn’t just because he was stuffing his face. The pain pills were kicking in and he was already drifting. She grabbed the boxes and brought them to the kitchen. Nothing worse than dropping food in bed.
“If you need more let me know but given you’re crashing, I’ll keep these out here. Go to sleep, you’re safe I promise.” She said, from the doorway.
She still had no intentions on breaking her promise. She was going to go through his stuff but nothing too invasive. Hell, she was debating hiding notes around the place just to see if he would find them. Anything to kill the time while he slept. She would worry about sleep when she got home.
“But I don’ wanna sleep. He’s gonna get me.” He mumbled, snuggling into the bed. “I can’t defend m’self.” Cisco’s eyes were heavy, and he couldn’t fight the sleep any longer. Sleep overcame him, and he fell quickly into REM sleep. About 30 minutes into his sleep, he began to thrash about, trying to fight back despite his sleep paralysis. “No. Don’t. I won’t tell. Please.” He mumbled, his voice getting louder with each word. In his mind he knew it was Thawne and not Wells, but the scene was the same each time. Always the same words, same movements. He could never change it.
“Mikhailov? Tech girl out of Chicago. Does work for all kinds of people. Hard lady to find without a recommendation,” Len said. He hadn’t worked with her, but he knew of her, through various connections. “That’s about it on my end. You know how to reach her?”
Len sat up all the way and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He did feel better. Not energized. But better. “Food. Then some ibuprofen? When your tests are done we have to go North. I’m sure that’s where they’re taking her.”
“I went to school with her. We really hit it off. We both applied for the same labs. one in Chicago and STAR labs. We both wantd the STAR labs one, but obviously I got it. She was pretty mad, We stayed in contact, and I might have her number around here somewhere. I can look around.” He said, as the computer made an audible ‘ding’ as the tests finished up.
“I’m not really. Been awhile since I’ve seen her. And no. We had a…friends with benefits sort of thing I guess. But you don’t need to discourage that relationship. I know I’m no good.” Griffin laughed humorlessly before shaking his head. “Everyone in Vi’s life is now.”
“Well, it’s obvious you aren’t even going to consider my offer for drinks, so I’ll just be going.” He mumbled. “You know, if you say you’re so bad, then stay away from Violet.”
Cisco backup 