Coast city was the jam. No super heroes stopping us thieves from doing our jobs. Sure we still dealt with the police but recently I was good at avoiding them. Since that first weird dream with Scarlet some things have changed.
My shooting ability skyrocket, not that I was a bad shot before. Now my aim was amazing, and I said that in a Deadshot level.
I also noticed that recently I've had a boost in concentration, I now have nerves of steel. Sometimes I wonder if that Lisa, the cop, could have been a possibility for me. A possible future maybe.
My observation and deduction skills were updated too, I mean I could tell the time it took for the police to arrive at a crime scene in seconds, just by knowing where the nearest police station was.
That's not normal. You can't have a dream about another you and then improve like a Pokemon evolution. My best bet was that the Scarlet wonder had to have done something stupid. But for now, this wasn't all bad, I mean, I'm a badass now.
One minute I was Lisa the thief, the next I was Lisa the cop at a crime scene. One minute in my bed, the next in an abandoned Hotel with the body of a woman next to my feet.
"Hey Lisa, you ok?" The recognizable face of the flash without a mask asked, touching me on the arm.
"Yes, fine." I replied quickly, blinking away any panic from my face. I'm pretty sure that right now I'm Lisa the cop, so Lisa the cop I'll be. "What do we know?"
"Female, early twenties, no identification." Barry replied. "The body was moved here after death."
"Cause of death?" I asked as I put some gloves on and crouched near the body.
I knew everything Lisa the cop would do, so I did the same. I analyzed everything I could to create a profile for both the victim and the killer. It was what Lisa the cop was good at, figuring out the murders.
"Poison." He replied. "I'm going to the lab to analyze it now."
"Do that." I replied, before checking the body.
Her hands showed no defensive wounds or signs of struggle , the attack was extra premeditated. So, the killer is a planner with some patience. Also means they knew the victim's schedule, a killer with patience normally takes its time to stalk their victims.
Her wedding ring wasn't cleaned as the rest of her jewelry, so some relationship issues. It was also cleaner on the inside from frequent removal. So relationship issues as lead to cheating on her husband multiple times.
This looks much like a crime of passion, and of resent. The husband was a possible lead.
I needed more information on the poison and on the husband. I turned to some other guy, that I think was from forensics or something, and said. "Tell Barry to check the fingertips and tell me, he might as well send me husband's address".
Before he could reply I was out of the door, I needed some fresh air. Lisa the thief couldn't believe she just analyzed a crime scene. I was out of my depth here. I closed my eyes from a minute to think, and just like that I was in bed.
On my bed, on Lisa the thief's bed, with the crappy ceiling and everything. I let out a sigh and kicked the blankets off, I had shit to steal.
Now this was odd. When I mean odd, I mean a what-the-fuck-is-going-on kind of odd. I'm pretty sure I got shot, like literally shot with a bullet on my shoulder because the art gallery security guard had a gun and not a taser.
At the time I grabbed the painting that I wanted to steal in the first place and got out quickly before the police could arrive. Heck, I got out exactly 27 seconds before the police arrived. I had ignored the wound and carried on like a proud soldier.
I was looking at the mirror baffled. Where there should be a bullet wound my skin was golden, a golden spot on my shoulder. I touched it and found it hard and cold, like a bar of gold. I stared at it for a long while before sighing.
Another weird shit for the list of strangeness in my life.
This time I wasn't cop Lisa, but I could see her as clear as day. With her shabby leather jacket and her basic ponytail hairdo. Ugh, basic much?
"Put your hands up, now!" She said, with her gun in her hand, aiming at some petty thief. Lisa looked around recognizing the jewelry shop, she had done a hit on it a few years back in central city.
"No way." The man yelled, crouching down behind the wall, before he shot bullets in her direction. Lisa the cop shielded herself quietly and returned fire.
"You're surrounded, there's nowhere to go." Shabby Lisa replied, and Lisa the thief knew why.
The man didn't reply but prepared to shot again. Before he pulled the trigger, Lisa the cop caught him by surprise and punched him in the face. He got up and put the gun to her face.
"Go ahead." She replied, hiding her obvious amusement at the situation. The thief was stupid and pressed the trigger, only to be met with absolute silence. No bullets left.
"That's what I thought." Lisa replied, before headbutting him. The guy fell down groaning while grabbing his nose, and she pulled her cellphone.
'I got the suspect, I'll go down to the precinct now.' She quickly texted Captain Mendez, before cuffing the man that was still on the floor.
She was about to drag him towards her car when a large explosion shook the floor. Even the man in cuffs stilled at the strong noise. Before she could even reach the door a strong invisible force pushed her from where she stood, trowing her towards a large glass shelf full of gold jewelry.
Cop Lisa was out cold, as was the man, so of course they didn't notice. But Lisa the thief was awake and watching from the side lines, she saw it. She saw the gold pieces of jewelry funding themselves with her doppelganger's skin, becoming one.
Well, shit.