"What the hell are you playing at, Cliff?" I proclaimed as I stormed into the Doctor's lab. 

I watched as the middle-aged man jumped in his chair, knocking papers and folders onto the floor as he spun around to face the intruder. He stood up promptly and sighed, putting a hand over his heart, and re-adjusted his glasses. 

"I prefer Dr York," he announced, trying to put a sense of professionalism into his manor after his incompetent jump-scare. "And who the hell authorised you to come in here?" 

"Might want to ask your lovely receptionist Laura. By the way, did you know that she just quit?" 

"What?" 

I nodded, somewhat enjoying myself. "Yeah. Said she'd been offered a job as a reporter.  She also mentioned something about low pay rates and a horrible boss here."

I tried to suppress a grin as Cliff began swearing under his breath, kicking his chair in frustration. The man definitely had anger management issues. Either that, or he was already having a bad day. 

Cliff - Dr York - inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself, before looking at me sternly. 

"What are you doing here?" 

I shoved my hands into my coat pockets and pulled a straight face before answering. 

"Wanted to ask you something". 

Dr York rolled his eyes before returning to his desk, beginning to pick up the mounds of paperwork that now lay messily on the floor. "You interrupted me for a stupid question? I'm extremely busy, Mr Davenport. Couldn't it have waited?" 

"It really couldn't have," I replied. 

I heard the doctor sigh before muttering to himself. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. 

"What do you know about a Barry Allen?" I asked pensively. 

I watched the man intently, seeing him freeze momentarily at the sound of the name. 

"Who?" He responded casually. 

"Barry Allen?" I repeated. "From Central City? About twenty-five years old, went missing a couple of months ago?" 

"Never heard of him," Dr York replied, slightly too quickly for my liking. 

"You sure?" 

"Positive". 

I resisted the urge to punch the man in the face, forcing my fists to unclench and my temper to calm down before replying. "OK, if you say so. It's just, I have a bionic ability that can detect when somebody's lying," I lied. 

This caught York's attention. He stood up and walked straight up to me, glaring at me the whole time. 

"And what makes you so sure that I'm lying about this?" 

I shrugged. "Just the fact that I'm pretty sure you do know who Barry Allen is". 

"Oh, really?" York asked sarcastically. "Well, enlighten me with your reasons for this accusation". 

I took a step towards him, my lean figure towering over his, and grinned slightly as I took out a folded piece of paper, handing it over to the doctor. 

He snatched out of my hands, unfolding it quickly. As soon as he saw it's contents, I could see his temperamental expression slowly die down to one of disbelief. He looked from the picture I had printed of Mr Allen to me, then back to the paper. 

"So, let me rephrase my question. What did you do to Barry Allen?" 

"I-" Dr York started. For the first time since I knew the man, ignoring the fact that I'd only seen him once before, he was completely stumped. 

I rolled my eyes, wanting this conversation to hurry up. I grabbed the man by his shirt collar and pushed him across the room, slamming him against the wall. 

He groaned in pain as his head unintentionally hit the hard barrier with a concerning thud. Out of instinct, I slowly began to loosen my grip on him, but thought better of it. 

"I'm only going to ask this once more, Doctor. What'd you do to him?" 

"I swear, I didn't know! The man that supplied me with the new body, who also happens to be my biggest sponsor on this project, assured me that the cells had been specially grown from scratch. I honestly had no idea that the body you're now occupying was previously someone else!" He paused for a moment, allowing me to process this information, before adding, "please, I'm telling you the truth".  

I bit my lip and took a deep breath before nodding, letting the man go. 

He scampered away back to his desk, breathing heavily. 

"Who's your sponsor?" I asked cooly. 

He shook his head and swallowed. "Dunno. Never left any details. Always got someone else to do his business for him". 

Typical.

"Can't you try tracing his phone calls, assuming he did all his business over the phone?" 

"Private number".

"Of course it is". 

Dr York sighed. "Look, Chase, I understand why you might be feeling like this, but I really don't want to be turning against my main customer". 

I nodded. 

"Although," the doctor rambled on, "not at all related to you wanting to find my supplier, but I've just had a thought". 

"Yeah?" 

"Well, now knowing that you're living within another person's body, also not knowing whether they're dead or not,  there may be some serious side effects".

"Like what?" I asked slowly, taking a small step towards the older man. 

He flinched slightly before continuing. "Well, your cells may start to reject those of the body, which I think is what's already happening".  

"What d'you mean?" 

"From what I know, the Chase Davenport Donald kept bragging on about was an intelligent, resilient, conscientious, and non-violent young man with incredible abilities. I'm not sure about what Barry Allen was like, but you're definitely not acting like yourself, Chase".  

I rolled my eyes, turned and started  to leave. 

"Be careful, Chase!" The doctor warned. "Even I don't know what this could do to you in the long term". 

"Yeah, whatever". 

"Where the hell are you going? You need to stay here so that I can run some tests. Work out what's wrong with you, damn it". 

I let a small grin slip onto my face, all the while continuing to make my way to the building's exit. "Central City," I replied over my shoulder. "There's a couple of people over there who I think can help me more than you can". 

And with that, I left, not bothering to hear Dr York's response. 
If what York had said was true, I desperately needed to find out what Barry was like, before I did something I might regret. 

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Again, sorry about the late update guys! I'll try to be more prompt next week.

So, thanks so much for reading - I hope you enjoyed todays chapter. Please let me know what you want to happen next while Chase is in Central City!