Post by jay on Dec 3, 2012 1:15:36 GMT -5
Ultimate Flash: Issue #0
“The Bridge Job”
“...and tomorrow you have a meeting with Mr. Rory about the production standards for the new models at four thirty. I think that's about it for your schedule till after Thanksgiving Mr. Snart.” The secretary, Miss Anna Babbot, waited for a moment. Leonard Snart was always a quiet boss. The head of research and development for SnartCorp was always thinking. The young twenty five year old executive was one of the most desirable bachelors in Central City being the heir apparent to the company, but Anna was one of the few who did not see him as a playboy. Leonard sits there for a few moments silently with his ice blue eyes in a glaze millions of miles away from his plus corner office. Miss Babbot did enjoy these moments where his mind would wander because it gave her time to look at him in a professional setting. Leonard had a very fine short cut of blonde hair, slightly tanned skin, and a charming smile when he actually used it. From seeing him at charity basketball events she also knew Leonard was had an athletic build. She came out of her enjoying gaze after a moment. “Mr. Snart?”
“Hm? Oh. Sorry. My mind was on something else for a moment.” Leonard Snart smiled at his secretary, Miss Babbot, as he refocused his attention. “Four thirty you said?”
“Yes sir.”
“All right then. Why don't you take the rest of the day off Miss Babbot?” Leonard felt lucky to have such an efficient secretary to basically walk him through the day to day humdrum life of running a division in his father's company. She was very professional for someone so young. She was only twenty three and was running reports for almost fifty projects that were being worked on constantly in the division. She was impressive, and if Leonard would actually pay attention to her he would notice she was quite attractive. Pinned up red hair in a bun, slightly pale complexion, and captivating green eyes. Body wise she wasn't a perfect model, but she was fit for her height. She actually towered over Leonard by a good five inches without wearing high heels. She was the only office girl who was told to wear flats. Always dressed professional, which was Leonard's rule for everyone in the department, in proper business attire. Fortune had smiled upon him picking her for his secretary, it left him time to work on other activities.
“Thank you sir. Have a good day.” Anna started to leave. “Don't overwork yourself to much tonight sir.”
“Oh I'm just going to go home and have a nice quiet evening.” Leonard said as Miss Babbot shut the door to his office. He quickly pulled out his blue tooth and placed it in his ear. Leonard started to undo his powder blue tie as he longed to get out of his business suit for the day. “Call Hawkins.”
The phone started to ring as a familiar Australian accent came on.
“Yea?”
“You all set?”
“Come on mate. I was born for this. I got my end of the deal covered. We're gonna make good on this one for sure.”
“We better. I would hate for you to look bad in front of me and the rest of the partners.”
“Haha. Oh no worries Leo. I assure you that this is in the bag.”
“Good. See you in a half hour.” With that Leonard Snart got up from his desk and grabbed his black jacket. It was time to go do his real work. Working in Research and Development was his position in the company that his family had built, but it wasn't his true calling. He quickly got into his car and started heading towards the meeting place. A warehouse in Keystone City, Kansas that was near the Twin City Bridge. About a half hour of traffic from his office in Central City, Missouri. Tonight was going to be a payoff that was going to work, and if it didn't Hawkins was going to pay dearly for it.
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The warehouse looked abandoned. Fade on the rusted siding outside was a symbol of a faded T. This particular warehouse had meaning to the men gathered here tonight. Leonard arrived last driving a blue corvette into the warehouse before pushing a remote to shut the large gated door. Standing in the middle of the warehouse was three of Leonard's cohorts, Mick Rory, Sam Scudder, and Roscoe Dillion.
Mick Rory was clad in a leather jacket, jeans, a white t-shirt, and black boots. His brown eyes glared at Leonard for a moment before he rubbed his shaved head. He looked bored. He hated the planning sessions the most out of all of their activities, but knew it had to be done. Leonard smiled at his best friend. Mick made a motion towards Sam.
Sam Scudder was wearing a simple black suit, shirt, and dress shoes. He looks a bit antsy. Leonard hoped it was just pre-crime jitters. He had a good reason to worry about Sam even though he was the oldest member of their bunch at twenty nine. A few years ago he had almost lost his company to a hostile takeover from interested parties who wanted to use his holographic technology for their own gains. He got depressed from all the stress. That developed into a drug habit, and it took everything they had to get him cleaned up. His short black hair was sweaty and his complexion was clammy looking and pale.
“Sam? You all right?”
“I'm fine. Just feeling sick tonight is all.” Sam cut his eyes at Mick who gave him a go fuck yourself look. “I've been running a fever. I'm not on anything except Tylenol all right?”
“I was just asking.”
“We just don't want you to fall off the wagon man.” said Mick chiming in. Sam looked pissed for a moment and then sighed.
“I know. You guys are just looking out for me.”
“Maybe you should sit this one out.” Leonard said after thinking it over a minute. Sam shook his head.
“You need me to set this up. Plus if I go out you're down on shooter. That could end badly. I'll be fine.”
Leonard looked at Mick who nodded. Sam had a point. The caper had to be pulled off with everyone doing their part or they would possibly be overrun by police. The quicker the caper the less chance of someone getting shot, captured, or worse. Leonard looked to the side and saw the third man still talking on his phone. He scowled.
“Roscoe!”
Roscoe Dillion looked up from the ground at Leonard. He nodded.
“I'll call you back later babe, guys are here for poker night.”
Leonard, Sam, and Mick looked at each other and back at Roscoe as he hung up the phone. Roscoe was about the same age as Leonard and Mick, around twenty five. He was just wearing a green and white stripped t-shirt, blue jeans, and brown boots. He was the looker of the group and always had a few girls on his arm. The fact that he was just talking to one on the phone at a job was a bit of a cause of concern.
“What the hell were you thinking Ros?” Leonard said starting in on his friend. “No cell signal in here. If the cops busted you they'd trace it back here and then our whole operation would be known. If they track any of us we're all screwed. We all lose our companies and everything we worked for is gone.”
“Look. I was just talking to my...”
“Shut the hell up. I don't think you get this cowboy. I expect shit like this from James or even that little fuck up Malcolm. You know better. You've been with us from day one and you know that this is the utmost important thing in our group is keeping each other safe.”
“Leo! What the fuck do you want me to say? I'm sorry all right. I had to take that call.”
“What was so damn important about it? Who was it? Some slut you picked up at the club last night wanted to go for round two with you Top?”
Roscoe looked very pissed off at the comment about his girl being a slut, but he calmed down after a moment. It was almost like he wanted to say something else.
“Look. She thought she was pregnant okay? She just got back the tests. I thought I was going to be in deep shit all right?”
“Well. Now I feel like a jackass.” Leonard said as Sam and Mick started laughing. Leonard walked over and hugged Roscoe. “Congrats on not being a dad just yet. I know that would totally ruin your life.”
The laughter continued for a moment from all the men until they heard another car come into the warehouse. It was a black Mustang that was specifically modified for street racing. Four men exited the car. The driver was Digger Hawkins, a twenty seven year old aerospace technology developer who worked exclusively with the Air Force and NASA. Digger wore a black leather jacket, matching pants, black boots, and black fingerless gloves. Digger smiled and he pulled out a comb and ran it though his short light brown hair.
Next to him in his own leather gear, but with more of a punk feel to it, was the bleached blonde spiked haired form of Malcolm Thawne. Thawne was the heir to the Thawne Pharmaceuticals Company, one of the most prestigious families in Central and Keystone City. Thawne always looked like he hated everything unless there were cameras around. The guy was just always a class a jerk, but was good at his job on the team.
After him came James Jesse, who was snickering like a damn fool. James runs an entertainment conglomerate, GG Worldwide, which had its hand in any form of mass communications. Always the joker of the group with a massively bad sense of humor. No one in the group had not been pranked by this lunatic at least ten times since they let him into the group. His white tuxedo and bright orange shirt offset by his wild bleached blonde hair made him a sight any time he walked into a room.
The last man out of the car was Mark Mardon, a research scientist who ran a meteorological tech firm. He was the newest recruit to the group and was willing to do anything to prove himself. Dressed in a white button up shirt, jeans, and black shoes he didn't fit the rest of the mold of the group with his lack of an athletic build.
“Good evening boyos. Now. Here's the data I promised ya Sammy boy.” Digger said smiling handing a five centimeter disc to Sam. Sam took it and placed it into a pocket watch looking device. He pushed the center of it and out from it shot a holographic display similar to of a huge computer screen that took up a good portion of the room. On the screen was a layout of the Twin City Bridge as well as information on what they were trying to steal, weak points to the bridge structure, possible police routes, and the current weather conditions around the bridge.
“But can it update my facebook?” said Jesse as he slapped Malcolm on the shoulder. Malcolm looked at Jesse with contempt and the goofball wisely removed his hand.
“Now. What we have here is the route that the device is going to travel.” Sam said as he made a motion to the screen. A building is highlighted in yellow and it follows a route to the bridge from the Central City side, heading over the bridge to a facility in Keystone City. “As you can see here we need to hit the truck in the middle of the bridge. The tractor trailer truck won't be a problem to take out, but the four armored cars present a problem.”
Sam started to cough. Malcolm glared at him for a moment before walking over and grabbing Sam's arm.
“We don't have time for your sickness.” With that Malcolm’s eyes began to glow a bright blue as blue flame began to pour out of his hands into Sam. Sam's body became engulfed for a moment and then the flames subsided. Sam looked completely healthy. “Now what exactly are we stealing this time?”
Sam shook his head for a moment clearing as Digger walked over to the display and made a motion to the bridge.
“I didn't know he could do that.” Mark said Jesse as Sam started to come out of his haze.
“Why do you think that his family has all that money in drugs? They bottle that energy they all produce and sell it as specific cures for whatever they feel is most profitable. Malcolm's just used the power for more...interesting outcomes.” Jesse said with a laugh as Digger started to talk.
“Once the truck gets over the bridge we're going to need cloud cover. That's where you and your weather tech come into play Mark. So pay attention. I need you to be under the bridge at exactly this point. When we give the signal you fog up the place. It's at this point the rest of us will show our faces. Jesse will stop the truck dead in its tracks while Roscoe, Leo, Mick, and Sam will deal with the armored cars. Once that is done Malcolm will surround the truck with a blue flame force field that will hopefully deter anyone from trying to get in. I'll be atop the bridge here waiting for police to arrive and give them a nice little reason to stay off the bridge.”
“I take this means you've come up with some new type of boomerang?” Leonard says looking over the plans.
“A doozie. Just for the occasion.”
“It looks good gentlemen. One small problem. How do we transport the truck off of the bridge without one of us having to try and pilot a helicopter or something?”
“Sam.” Digger says patting his friend on the back. “Show 'em.”
“Show me what?” Leonard looked curiously at Sam. Sam reached into his back pocket and pulled out a mirror with a lot of circuitry over it. He points it towards one of the workshop crates and emits a light ray from the mirror. The mirror then sucks the crate in and then same launches it to the other side of the room placing it perfectly on the ground.
“Where do you boys get these great toys?” Jesse squeals as he walks over to the crate. “Dude! It's not even got any dust knocked off of it. How does it work? Come on!”
“Light matter transportation.” Sam says smiling proud of his little invention. “It's still a prototype and I haven't tried it with live matter but it does work for transporting large shipments as well. I can hold it inside of this mirror for up to an hour before it has to be released.”
“This doesn't sound like your normal kind of deal Sam.” Mick finally chimed in still amazed at the display of how the mirror worked. Sam smiled.
“You can think Dr. Allen for the theory. I had been working on a way to store energy into small compact structures before he came up with this theory. It works by basically turning the molecular structure of the item into a wave and capturing the wave into the device. It's basically like cutting and pasting a word document from a computer.”
“Feh. If you wanted it transported why didn't you ask me?” Malcolm chimed in unimpressed with Sam's new toy.“That's nothing for my powers to contend with.”
“Maybe because getting you to do anything besides attacking innocent bystanders rarely happens on a caper. Maybe if you were more of a team player we wouldn't have to rely on all of this high tech.” Roscoe says as he gets in Malcolm's face. “Sam's worked hard on that device just for this job. He's keeping his tech on the cutting edge where as you just keep saying at every one of these meetings how superior you are to all of us. So how about tonight you just do your damn job and shut the fuck up before...”
“Ros!” Leonard's voice stopped the confrontation cold. Malcolm's eyes glowed a dull blue for a moment. “You two wanna butt heads you do it on your own time. Suit up. We got work to do. The exit plan is simple people. We get away in the hovercraft under the bridge. Just make sure we don't leave anyone behind.”
The group all nodded save one. Mark stepped forward.
“I still don't like it.”
“Of course you don't. You don't like getting your hands dirty.” Digger said as he headed for the trunk of his car and opened it pulling out four black briefcases.
“That's not it! Look. The Rathaways are like you guys. Their old families who are trying to stay alive just like you. This sonic disrupter they've been building for the military is going to help them stay afloat a while longer. I don't see why we should...”
“You don't see because you don't want to.” Leonard headed to the back of his car and pulled out four black briefcases. “I've known Hartley for years. I would never do anything to harm the guy or his parents. You have to understand though what we are doing is for their own good. Yeah the government will be pissed it was lost, but I know the defense department. If some crooks steal the device they are going to want another one built and a counter measure made. Besides if we don't steal it some terrorist cell would try it or worse one of our competitors outside of the Twin Cities. I don't know about you, but I don't want that asshole in Delaware taking over any of the businesses. Besides we've kept the crime in this city down. Every crook in town knows that if you break our rules then you have to deal with us. Now suit up. We have got an hour till they send out the truck.”
With that Digger tosses one of his black briefcases to Mark who catches it and pushes the release button. Everyone else does as well. The cases open and suits to match the owners open up from them.
Leonard fitted his cold suit over his body to protect it from the extreme temperature of his weapons. After the under suit was on he started strapping on his armor which locked over his cold suit. Then he placed a stylized blue and white suit over his body armor. The armor would keep bullets and knives out and the blue suit would also keep him from being traced thanks to its nanotech that was sewn into every thread. The suits were extremely durable and flexible. No fingerprints. No stray DNA. He pulled the hood of the suit over his head hiding his hair. Then came the last part. His mask. It was a modified version of a paintball mask to cover his features, disguise his voice, and the best part were the lenses of the eyes of the mask. It allowed him to see things in all spectrum’s. He quickly loaded up with a variety of weapons mostly micro ice bombs and one very dangerous pistol. The Ice Pistol was the first weapon he made for this getup. It was actually the side effect of a lab experiment by Dr. Barry Allen on his family’s particle accelerators. The pistol had a micro-cyclotron inside of it set to a particular frequency. Barry had discovered that if you changed the frequency of the cyclotrons with a modified signal it could cause extreme temperature change. It was with this outfit that the media had taken to calling him Captain Cold. He liked it. It suited him.
Mick's outfit was made of a similar structure to Leonard but his held a different purpose. His suit was meant to keep heat out keeping him at a cool normal body temperature. When he decided to build the Ice Pistol Leonard decided to make a counter pistol for it. It produced a ray that could go so hot it would start fires from the gun like a flamethrower. Mick's outfit was a white reflective suit to help keep the temperature down and it also helped mask him from infrared. He had a few other incendiaries along with his suit. His mask was more designed to be a gas mask feeding him oxygen inside of the inferno he would be producing. The lenses were also the same in the mask as they were in Captain Cold's. The media had dubbed him “Heat Wave”. Mick knew it was because of his powers, but he had always joked with his friends that it was because he was too hot for the ladies to handle.
Sam's outfit was a bit more interesting. It was an orange and green motif but had a purpose to it being such an offsetting color. It was noticeable, but what wasn't was his micro holographic projectors in the suit. He could fire the projectors off in any direction to make multiple versions of himself if need be. His field of study was always illusions but he was also one of the world's greatest experts in laser tech. His reflection pistol was a variable of energy based weapons rolled up into one gun with only him knowing the settings. His green cowl had eye holes and a mouth hole for it that was covered each by a thing force field to keep unwanted things out and to add to his image. He had taken the name “Mirror Master” and it seemed to be sticking. For a while a newspaper was calling him “The Reflector”. He quickly changed their tune after blasting their printing room to bits.
Roscoe was the most armored of the group. A green and yellow suit that had a variety of cameras in it. These cameras were all wired into the faceplate of his fully covered mask. Roscoe was a playboy but he was also extremely smart in the field of gyroscopes and centrifugal force. Literally the suit allowed him to spin around like a top and still see what was going on in the direction he wanted. Inside the suit you felt like you were always on your center save for the world spinning around you. Roscoe chugged down a concoction that he had specifically made for using the suit which allowed him to not get nausea's or lose his sense of balance. Roscoe had also put blades into the suit to allow him to literally cut through something by spinning into it. He was literally a whirling dervish of death if he needed to be. He couldn't use the suit for too long for fear that it would overload and he wouldn't be able to stop spinning or worse that he'd knock himself out from the speed of it. The press could only think of one name to describe his alter ego and that was “The Top”.
Digger was a bit less high tech than everyone else. As the team sniper his job was to hit the targets from far away so he needed less body armor. His outer outfit, aside from the light armor that everyone wore underneath, was pretty much a black skin tight suit and a massive black trench coat. Almost everywhere on the coat, boots, and gloves of the outfit were boomerangs. Each one deadly and different from the next. Digger placed in a contact lens with a microcomputer in it that would show him how to hit each target. Once the target was seen the boomerang he would throw would head towards it. Covering his face was a black scarf and a black hat. From a misinterpretation of his coat in the first photo that had been taken of him by the press they thought his boomerangs were stripes indicating rank and so they had called him “Captain Boomerang”.
Malcolm Thawne kept only one thing from his outfit on him. It was usually under his shirt. An amulet from his family that helped him channels his powers. He placed it into the chest plate of his armor and then puts on a black hood and cloak over it. The outfit looked blue and black mostly over. His face covered by black and blue face plate. The first robbery he had done for the group was for a shipment of Cobalt and thus he had earned the nickname of Cobalt Blue.
James Jesse activated his suit once his light armor was put on. Thousands of nanites covered his body changing the appearance of the suit. A constant changing of patterns and colors on the suit to where he looked like a living piece of pop art. He placed a long black cloak, domino mask, gloves, and boots on that each had high technology in them. His last part of his equipment was his belt which housed a variety of prank based weaponry earning him the moniker of the “The Trickster”. The nanites reached his hair and face altering them to look more wild and cartoon like.
Finally there was Mark Mardon. He wore the same light armor but decided to go with a green suit with a lightning theme. His background in weather tracking technology had allowed him to start developing not only new ways to track storms, but also to hopefully control them. He only wore a green cowl to similar to Mirror Master over his head. His only other piece of tech was what looked like a large golden want. This wand utilized the entire weather tech in his suit that he had built in to help him fly, shoot arcs of lightning, and control other forms of weather. The press had been having a field day with him calling him “The Weather Wizard”.
“All right. Let’s move.” said Captain Cold as he pushed a button on his right glove revealing a high tech stealth ship that was stored in the warehouse. The team quickly rushed onto the ship with Digger taking his seat in the pilot’s chair. All but Weather Wizard got on as he activated his wand.
“See you guys there!” He said into the communicator built into his cowl. He activated the wand and started to lift himself off the ground. The doors to the warehouse opened as Weather Wizard flew out gaining speed at a rapid rate. The ship entered stealth mode and took off. The outside becoming invisible to everyone's perspective. They raced off into the night ready to begin their crime.
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“All right guys we're coming up on the bridge. Should be smooth sailing to Keystone City from here.” said the captain of the guards in truck number one to the rest of the group. The captain turned to the driver. “This seems like a pretty good job tonight.”
“Let's just hope this goes as smooth as you think.”
“Joe. What kinda nutball would try to rob a tractor trailer being flanked by armored cars?”
“Terrorists? Criminals? My ex-wife.”
“True she is crazy enough to try and rob the truck haha!”
As the trucks started heading towards the center of the bridge the sky started to darken. Joe leaned forward while driving.
“That's odd. Weatherman said it was gonna be a clear night.”
“...Did you prep your gun?” The captain said checking his shotgun.
“Yeah. Why?”
“I'll let you hold off the “I told you so”. Look!”
Joe could barely see as fog rushed onto the bridge. It wasn't enough to make it hard to set yet. He could still make out a faint figure. It looked like a green and yellow human sized tornado was heading right for them. The captain rolled down his window and fired at the blurry cyclone and bullets bounced off of it hitting the side of the bridge. The tornado leaps over a car and then stopped spinning for a brief moment they could see the form of a man in green and yellow armor. Blades flipped out of his forearms and launched down into the truck going through the armor plating of the truck and killing the engine. The figure landed on the hood of the car and punched through the windshield! Joe quickly stopped the truck and spun it into the side of the bridge hitting another car and pinning it between the side of the bridge and the armored truck.
“Ask yourself. Are they paying you enough for this?” said The Top. The two men held their hands up after the captain dropped his shotgun. “Good gentlemen. Smart decision. Truck one is secure Rogues. Proceed with phase two!”
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“So who do you have picked for Keystone State vs. Central City University Phil?”
“Eh. I got ten bucks that says State wins by ten points...Why is it getting so foggy out?”
Phil and his buddy never got a chance to utter another question about the weather as the temperature in the truck started to drop. The wind in their lung was knocked out of them by the cold. They saw him for a moment. Captain Cold firing his Ice Pistol at the truck encasing it in ice and stopping it on a dime. Other cars quickly started to dart out of the way as Cold placed a wall of ice between the truck and the rest of the bridge. The men in the truck passed out from the temperature shock, but they would be fine once the ice melted. Cold could see this from the bio scan he was doing with his lenses.
“Truck two secure. Proceed to phase two.”
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Heat Wave stepped onto the bridge after being lowered from the ship. He walked forward eying truck number three. He started to run avoiding getting hit by a motorcycle but clothes-lining the driver. The guy let out a yelp of pain as his collarbone probably snapped. Heat Wave just kept walking. The truck started to speed up. Bad idea. Heat Wave reached to his belt and pulled out a mini disc. He tossed it towards the truck and it went under. The explosion happened immediately sending the truck up into the air and landing on its top after it flew over Heat Wave's head and the motorcycle driver's body. It skidded to a halt. Heat Wave looked down at the driver.
“Good thing you wore a helmet dummy.” He said as he started walking to the truck. “Hey morons. Stay in the truck and maybe you'll not become barbeque. This right here is a nasty little flamethrower that will burn you from original recipe to extra crispy. Heat Wave to R1. Proceed to phase two.”
The guards just held up their hands upside down in the truck as Heatwave looked off into the distance hearing sirens.
“Better hurry. We got Central City's finest on the way.”
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Mirror Master landed quickly with and saw the truck coming. This wasn't his usual type of crime where he could mess with people so it was down and dirty time. He aimed his pistol at the hood of the truck and fired shutting down the engine with an electromagnetic pulse that only targeted that truck. Both guards leaped out of the truck once it stopped. Mirror Master smiled as he put up his pistol for a moment and raised his hands in the air.
“So this is one of the guys the city is afraid of. Hey dumb ass! You should have made sure you had more than one person to take us on.”
“Oh but I do.” Mirror Master said smiling. His suit shimmered for a moment as twenty versions of himself surrounded the two guards.
“What the hell?”
“Now gentlemen.” All twenty of them said simultaneously. “You got bullets but not enough to hit the real me before I kill both of you with my lovely little ray gun. So put down the shotguns or I'm going to kill you. Are we clear?”
The guards put down the guns and backed away.
“Get back in your truck and this will all be over so...Mirror Master to R1. We got sirens coming in from Keystone side of the bridge. I can see them from where we are. We need to move to phase two now!”
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“Trickster! On the double! Now!” yelled Captain Boomerang as he readjusted his hovering position. “We got multiple police cruisers heading out way!”
“Feh. Who needs a rope?” Trickster said as he jumped out of the stealth ship. Suddenly his shoes gave off a gentle hum as Trickster was walking on air. He quickly accelerated his descending speed as the Transfer Truck got past the two armored cars in front of it at high speed. The Trickster sighed for a moment. “They always wanna do things the hard way.”
The truck driver was freaked out by the hovering man standing on the bridge but floored it anyway to prevent from being hijacked. The Trickster reached into his belt and pulled out a brown goop and tossed it. It hit the front of the truck and instantly sprouted out a foam that started to cover the truck's lower side making the truck not only stick to the road but stop on a dime. The driver felt like the whole earth jerked as Trickster ran towards the truck still hovering. Trickster got to the front window and put his hand to the glass. It shattered a moment later as the Trickster laughed at his vibrating gloves. He grabbed the truck driver and pulled him out.
“Today is your lucky day. Today you get to learn the joy of being a pedestrian.” Trickster said as he tossed the unconscious man to the road. By this point everyone had quit driving and we're staying in their cars. “Phase two completed but we need to slow down these cops!”
“I'm on it. You help the others get the cargo.” Captain Boomerang said as he looked over at Malcolm. “All right Cobalt. Cut off the bridge. Weather Wizard! See if you can give us some more cover. I'll deal with the police.”
“Whatever.” Cobalt walked to the back of the ship with the cargo hold opened and held out his hands. He concentrated on hating all of humanity. His hatred was the key to his power. His source. His pure power. He imagined the blue flames going up around the middle of the bridge cutting off everyone from getting it. He opened his eyes. There, ten feet tall in a perfect circle were the blue flames. “Wall's up!”
Weather Wizard who had been standing over the bridge since the first truck had gone down worked as hard as he could to get the wand to create weather faster. “I'm doing the best I can Boomer, but something is wrong with the...”
“I don't care what the problem is Wiz, just fix it!” Boomerang said as he activated a panel on his left glove. Suddenly from the two towers on the bridge thousands of boomerangs were let loose. The razor like weapons started heading around targeting any car with a police scanner in it within a five mile radius. Once the little buggers hit with deadly precision into the hoods of the police cruisers they cars started to shut down. “That should do it lads. It worked like a charm. Took me a good few weeks to plan this stunt out.”
The fog cloud being to get more and more ionically charged as lighting started to shoot out from it. Heat Wave ran up to the transfer truck and turned on his heat gun. It mere seconds he had heated up the connectors for the trailer to the truck to the point that they broke off. Captain Cold used his pistol to quickly cool off the metal so that way the heat wouldn't interfere with Mirror Master's new mirror. Mirror Master activated it and the trailer was drawn into the mirror.
“Phase three complete!” said Top as he looked up to Weather Wizard. “You can slow it down now Wiz. We got it!”
“I'm trying to. Something is wrong. I can't slow it down fast enough.”
“Gotcha. Trickster! Boomer! Get down here as low as you can before...” Top couldn't finish the phrase before he felt something hit him. They heard the gunshot a second later. He turned and looked. It was an old man. All the other Rogues had their weapons pointed at the old man. Top put up his hands letting them know he was fine.
“You punks think you can just do whatever you want don't you. You are a bunch of cowards.”
“No sir.” Captain Cold said smiling as the lines to pick them came down and the others grabbed a hold of theirs. “If we were cowards. We would kill you for standing up to us. We're criminals yes, but we're not monsters. You got guts sir. I salute you.”
With that Captain Cold grabbed his line and the whole group was dragged up into the ship. They flew off just as the cloud on the bridge began to rain and dissipate. Henry Allen stood on the bridge holding his gun as the rain came down. Washed up old cop wasn't going to stop these criminals. They needed a real hero. Someone on their level. He put his gun back into his holster.
“We're useless. We need something better than us. We need...”
A lightning bolt shot out of the cloud and off into the distance. Henry smiled. Remembering an old friend...