Michael Scofield: Thief Extraordinaire Chapter 1
Sucre dodged this way and that as people rushed past him in a hoard. This had been exactly what he had come to Central City for, the Flash.
His daughter was obsessed with the scarlet speedster and wanted a real life photo of him, maybe even an autograph. Now the hero was locked in a duel, his first since Sucre's arrival, with Captain Cold and Heatwave, both of whom had been off the radar since the beginning of 2016 a few months ago.
He stopped sprinting when he arrived at the police barrier that consisted of cars and wooden horses. Sucre resisted the old instinct to duck from view as he took in the awe inspiring view in front of him.
Bright, freezing blue was trailing across the street, closely accompanied by blazing red and orange flames. The alarming blazes of color chased after the red streak that left shocks of electric yellow in its wake.
Sucre took out his camera and quickly snapped a photo of the whole scene before him before he zoomed in on the two men who stood side, their faces like stone. Captain Cold and Heatwave were his daughter's favorite villains, second only to Golden Glider, a role model Sucre didn't really encourage in his little girls life. However, what his baby wanted she got so he snapped several pictures of the two thieves and quite a few more of them with the Flash as the meta skidded to a halt in front of them.
"Your going down Cold!" Sucre heard the Flash shout, his voice sounding familiar despite the strange distortion. Then a bright light filled the night and a bang sounded, quickly followed by a hiss. Several of the present officers drew their weapons and aimed as a cloud of what looked to be fog that had formed began to disperse. Everyone took in the sight of the Flash trying to jerk his legs out of a case of ice. Sucre watched in amazement as one man stopped one of the most powerful metas around with nothing but his mind. However, when Cold responded to his enemy, Sucre's mind stopped.
"Looks like I win this time. See you around," Cold projected his voice as Peek-a-Boo appeared behind him and Heatwave, "Flash."
Without a sound the rogues disappeared, Sucre couldn't care less. He knew that voice. It has haunted his dreams for years. It was HIM. It has to be HIM.
"Michael?"
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