Meanwhile at Iron Heights Prison,
Leonard Snart was rotting.
That's what you did in prison. Not like they gave you books, or TV or
anything. Nope, just a bed, toilet and four walls to stare at,
God was he bored.
Leonard Snart was no stranger to prison; he had been jailed before, but this time was different. He was not caught by a duly appointed representative of the law whose job it was to arrest him, no no. He was instead arrested by a yellow and red super-fast interloper who called himself, "The Flash". After Leonard had come to he had been told what had happened before he was thrown in his hole by a cop who could not seem to decide if he was annoyed our amused.
"I'm ruined!" thought Snart. "I mean The Flash is the Fastest Man Alive™! "I can't compete with that! Hell, I can barely see that! There has to be some way to keep him from interfering in my business, There has got to be!"
To say Leonard Snart was peeved was to say that Mount Vesuvius made Pompeii balmy.
"Wait, what I am even worrying about this for? It's not like I can even get out of here. I'm here until my trial, at which point I will be found guilty, and then I'll be shipped off for twenty years! It is not like that gorilla of a guard is just going to come up to my door and say-
"Leonard Snart? You've made bail".
Snart whirled around and saw the guard standing there, his cell door wide open. "Excuse me?" Snart said. The guard then said ,"I said you've made bail, now get out of here."
In Leonard Snart's mind elation went to war with suspicion and promptly lost.
As Leonard Snart walked down the steps of Iron Heights he thought "Who do I know with the kind of money who would bother to bail me out?" As he thought this he almost tripped over a package at the foot of the steps of the prison. He raised his foot to spitefully kick it but then he realized it was addressed to him! As he opened the package, (very, very carefully), he found inside he found a note, a sheet of paper, and a very odd looking blue gun.
The gun resembled a Glock more then anything but did not appear to have a magazine or any place to load bullets, which Snart thought strange.
The note read:
To Leonard Snart,
Something to help you get even with The Flash.
From a friend.
Leonard Snart was more than a bit skeptical, but as he unfolded the sheet of paper (which proved to be a set of instructions on how to use the gun), a disturbing smile appeared on Leonard Snart's face, which grew and grew the more he read.
In fact, it was said that Leonard Snart's smile grew three sizes that day.
Snart picked up the gun and said, "The Flash had better stay indoors;
"There's a cold front headed this way!"