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"Where's Ashton Kutcher and his punk'd crew?"
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-C O R Y-

"I've been going over unsolved murder cases for the past nine months now,"

Turns out, Allen ditched me to fetch a couple boxes of files from his job at the Central City Police Station.

"And there's been a sharp increase of unexplained deaths and missing people." He spread out maps and 'missing' flyers along with a dozen files to emphasize his point.

"What're e you tryna say," Not letting anyone recognize I was out of breath once again, I soothed over all the creases knitted in my clothes and smoothly crossed my arms over my chest. "Our meta-humans been busy?"

Saying that felt so foreign to the tongue considering I was, as Caitlin and Cisco claim to be, one of them. Just taking a gander at Allen's face told me he felt the oddness of the entirety of the situation too.

"Exactly." He looked over the guilty expressions in the room and was quick to tend. "But I'm not blaming you guys. I know you don't have anything to do with this." His hands waved as a way to reassure.

"We've all lost someone." Allen's voice ducked down gravely as did Caitlin's head.

But He was right. I lost Ellie, Caitlin lost her fiance, and Cisco-he lost taco, the hamster I talked about.

Not in the explosion but he passed away last week. And because Cisco was incredibly emotional on the whole subject we from now on dedicate Tuesday to be Taco fiesta Tuesday, since coincidentally Taco's favorite snack was indeed Tacos.

"But I need all of your help to catch Mardon
and anyone else like him."

I held up a finger as my brows scrunched together heavily. "I'm sorry, who's Mardon?"

"The robber we saw at the cafe." Dylan whispered knowingly in my ear. Since when did he know more than I did about this? Than again the only thing I can recall vividly in the last ten days-give or take-is my dream of Thomas B. Sansgter.

"So...you're gonna try to stop him, right? In that case you're not going lone wolf on us, are you?"

Allen gave me an incredulous look. "Well you're certainly not coming." His eyes were wide, he crossed his arms defensively, and his mouth hung open so he'd be ready to cut me off from whatever remark I'd say. Not giving me much of a fair chance, really.

"Actually, yeah. She is."

I gaped at Dylan who said these words and immediately switched to being skeptical. Im happy he's on my side but I'd expect him to be the one stopping me because I'll most likely twist an ankle over a rock or break a nail, you know-something beyond those lines. He's literally the last person I'd guess to say anything nearly close to that, meaning he must be joking.

"Alright," I strolled around the room, causally peeking behind the leaves of a fern plant. "Come on out guys." Everyone seemed confused. "Where's Asthon Kutcher and his Punk'd crew?"

"There are none, C."

"Oh yeah, sure. I'm gonna pretend I believe that." I nodded along in a mockingly stupid manner and made my way to the mini fridge in one corner. "Man these cameras are really hard to find. They just keep getting tinier and tinier, aye?"

Dylan swivled me back around by my shoulders so I could face him and the rest. "News flash Franta, that show canceled like four years ago."

I totally forgot.

"Besides, if we're gonna do this," He shared a fleeting glance with Cisco before facing me with a smug smirk. A sexy one at that too. "We have something that might help."

Allen and I watched curiously while Cisco dramatically twirled two stretchers holding costumes. The ones you'd wear when you went trick or treating or was planning to bust a party on Halloween night.

"Holy shit," Gazing at my outfit, my fingers gently graced the stretchy material. "When did you losers have the time to do this?"

Cisco sighed, knowing it'll be the closest thing he'll get to receiving a compliment and shrugged, practically saying, 'I have a lot of time on my hands'. Looking over at Allen's I meekly nodded in approval and astonishment.
It's okay, but I like mines better.

"It's something I've been playing with."

"They're designed to replace the turnouts firefighters traditionally wear."

"They look like something straight out of a comic book page." I gave Cisco a narrowed look. He's living his nerdy little dream, literally.

"How's it gonna help us?" Allen sidestepped Caitlin to get a better view of everything. I smiled slightly to the fact he said 'us'. At least he stopped objecting me to coming along. Then again if he wanted to continue arguing then fine, but I think he knows well enough that that's a fight he won't win.

"Well they're made with reinforced tri-polmer. Its heat and abrasive resistant so it can withstand you," he pointed to Allen. "Running at high velocity speeds," Dylan turned to me and finished his geeky rant. "And you flying at abnormal altitudes."

"Technically I'm not flyin-wait a minute..." Before I could even finish my sentence at that moment I could of sworn my right eye twitched. How did he know about my abilities? I never told him.

Caitlin knawed on her nail anxiously. She seemed contrary about the whole thing. Like she wanted to do it, but her conscious is too cautious to admit it or follow through with it.
I wonder, did she know about this too.

I brought both Cisco and Dylan into a hug, grabbing them by the neck. It was obvious Cisco made Allen's suit because it has the same lighting bolt two way headset he designed as a logo for the suits chest. And Dylan must've designed mines, he's a certified engineer working for the company I was in which is how we met. That was a good seven years ago, give or take. It has the style I would most likely be caught in. And no matter how good of a friend Caitlin and Cisco are to me, they don't know me well enough.

"Thanks, but how do we find Mardon?" Allen asked with a stern and completely serious face.

Caitlin tapped away on the tablet in her hands. "I retasked S.T.A.R Labs satellites to track meteorological abnormalities and we just got a ping."

I crowded behind everyone else since I'm drastically shorter and took a glance at the brunettes tablet. It sucks cause in reality, I'm not even short. But when your compared to six foot giants, people would say otherwise.

"Atmospheric measures dropped twenty millibars in a matter of seconds."

"To a farm west of the city." Awesome, that gives me time and distance to practice my abilities. Its not like I've had much time to spending most of it with Dylan, who I thought was unmindful of it, and working shifts at Jitters.

"But how will we be in contact of each other?"

Dylan rubbed my shoulder. "No worries. It's got built in sensors to track your vitals and keep in touch with you." His hands slowly found their way I my face where he gently cupped my cheeks. "I wouldn't be letting you do this If I didn't trust you."

Taking in a deep breath, I sighed, held both of his wrists and looked him in the eyes.

"What are we doing standing around here for. Let's suit up!"

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"Wow." I tugged the slim collar around my bare neck anxiously. No wonder fire hydrant over here hates this material, I can barely get a centimeter of it off."This outfit certainly keeps you...snug, doesn't it?"

The section I picked snapped back into place with it's elastic energy meaning this costume had to be made out of something resilient.
Spandex is my first choice as It's most commonly used for these sort of things.
Every super hero you see has a suit made of spandex. I get it's great and comfortable for fighting crime and all that heroic shit, but my lord can it give you one hell of a wedgie.

"Sending coordinates...now." Caitlin pushed a few buttons on the tablet once more while Dylan and Cisco messed with a few details on the costumes.

What I wore was hard to describe. It was all black, obviously, Ellie and Dylan know Black is my happy color.

It stretched entirely from my neck down to the pads of my feet, leaving my hands and face exposed. There wasn't much concern about that because a simple finger less glove and mask would do the trick. But my back had a soft carving of angel like wings expanding over my upper region.

My hair was tied into a pony tail. And It was short enough to show the wings. All was dandy and good until a repetitive beeping was heard. Being me, I didn't worry about it too hard because why would I? It's not likely for an explosive to be planted.

But then it lit up. The fucking suit glowed a flourecent blue as if I'm a damn flashlight. The craze went off as soon as It appeared, and I was left with a bewildered expression along with every one else.

"What the hell was that?!"

Cisco froze mid-way in his victory dance, feeling victorious for god knows what and glanced at the faces around him. Barry had wide eyes the size of alien crafted saucers, Caitlin was sprawled all on the floor in agnst-her hair flying in ways I couldn't imagine, and then there was Dylan walking around, his hand covering both eyes and bumping into the Sam wall repeatedly with an outstretched arm.

My poor baby must've been blinded in the commotion.

"That my dear lady, was the notification settings. You just got the coordinates."

The boy before me is beyond dumb.

"Notifi-are you telling me you programmed me my own personal Siri?"

I looked over at Dylan to question his knowledge on this but felt he was still experiencing effects and continued to bump into the same wall. Obviously by the reaction he wasn't aware of this perk. Gently holding both shoulders, I guided the brunette away to a wheeled chair.

"No, think of this as you being Tony Stark and me giving you your own personal J.A.R.V.I.S." Of course he had to put it his own lame comic book reference.

"Did it have to be so damn bright?!" Dylan squinted angrily, I'm guessing, at Cisco.

"Yeah, Ramon he's right. Kinda defeats the purpose of an all black suit. You know... camouflage." Allen mentioned while Caitlin nodded slowly.

"Ouch. So now we're on last name basis?"

[Edited]

These opening gifs are all in different sizes and it's really pissing me off guys.

And this chapter isn't as long. I didn't hit my word count goal thingy, sorry.

Anyways, If you enjoyed this chapter then don't forget to vote, comment, and all that jazz because I really do appreciate it.

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