Snowstorm
"Yo, guys." Cisco was pointing down at his computer screen. "You might wanna come take a look at this."
Oh boy, Barry thought. He'd known Cisco long enough by now to recognize when he had his Metahuman-doing-something-freaky-on-the-news face. And sure enough, he and Caitlin joined him as the words Snowstorm in Central City slid across the bottom of the screen. Footage showed downtown rapidly being blanketed by a flurry of snow.
"I know Eddard Stark told us winter was coming, but this is insane," Cisco commented.
"Any chance there's a third Mardon brother we don't know about?" Barry asked.
"Psh, I hope not."
Caitlin tapped a few keys on the adjacent computer. "And Mark is still in his cell," she said, as security footage showed up on-screen. "It has to be a new metahuman."
"Great," said Cisco, in a tone that clearly said this was not great. "What are the odds that not one, not two, but three people would get weather-controlling powers from the particle accelerator, and not one of them wouldn't use them for evil?"
"Who's being evil?"
The trio flinched in unison as Dr. Wells casually wheeled into the room. Good thing he went right around them too, so he didn't see the awkward glances they all shared. It was a lot more difficult keeping up appearances now, knowing who Wells really was...
As usual, Caitlin recovered first. "Um, we were just discussing the new metahuman we might have on our hands. Downtown is literally having a snowstorm. We're thinking another Marton-type."
Dr. Wells nodded pensively. "I suppose it's not entirely unlikely the Marton brothers weren't the only ones in the air that night. If that's all it took, even someone located in a sufficiently high building could have been affected. Cisco, do we have a suspect?"
"Pulling up traffic footage and satellite imaging – now."
All at once, multiple camera feeds filled the computer screens. The one in front of Cisco showed a satellite view of Central City, part of which was completely obscured by clouds. The traffic cam feeds were nearly as useless, unable to see much of anything through the heavy snowfall.
"Switch to thermal imaging," Dr. Wells said helpfully. "And do a time-lapse of the last half hour. If we can't see who's doing this, we can at least pinpoint where they started."
Cisco did so. The satellite showed a cold dark spot growing larger from a downtown intersection.
"That's 22nd Avenue," Barry said, recognizing the address. "It's where Caitlin and I went to karaoke -" He stopped, suddenly remembering Caitlin's less-than-pleasant performance that night. And the fact that they hadn't told anyone about said performance that night... "Uh, I mean, it's where Linda and I met."
Too late. Cisco was already grinning. "Didn't say anything about the karaoke, Caitlin. Is that why you were hung over the next day?"
"Oh god, I don't wanna talk about it."
"Probably for the best," Dr. Wells commented. "That snowstorm is getting bigger. And it's already morning rush hour. There's no telling how many accidents and injured we'll have on our hands. Barry?"
God, Wells flashed him that fake I-believe-in-you-look again. He made it look so genuine, Barry had to make an effort to remind himself it wasn't Dr. Wells looking at him. No... the real Dr. Wells had died, long ago.
This... this was the Reverse Flash. The man who had murdered Barry's mother, and sent his father to prison. And as hard as it was, Barry had to grit his teeth and put on a fake smile of his own for the man. Just a while longer.
In less than a second, Barry had slipped into his Flash costume and sped out the door. Just a second too fast to hear Cisco call after him. "Barry, wait! Don't forget to take the wizard's wand!"