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Barry's eyes skimmed through the latest case report for about the millionth time. He couldn't concentrate, his thoughts kept returning to that kid he'd met last night. After he'd slipped out of Barry's hand, (Barry still didn't know how he'd done that. Was he a metahuman?) he had searched everywhere but the boy had just… disappeared.
He wanted to check the surveillance cameras, but for some reason they had none in that particular hallway. Barry had asked Wells about this but the older man had simply shrugged, claiming he'd never had a reason to put a camera there. The only way the kid could have left the building was through the front entrance but the video footage showed nothing.
He was just gone. Barry tore his eyes away from the report and turned them towards the window instead. That kid couldn't have been more than fifteen years old, far too young to be roaming the streets of Central City alone. Especially now with that new metahuman out there with multiple abilities. Barry only hoped that kid had found someplace to go last night, and that the metahuman hadn't followed him there.
Barry was brought out of his thoughts by the sounds of footsteps entering his lab.
"Hey." Barry said, seeing Joe walk into the room, two coffee mugs in hand. Joe returned the greeting.
"So how's the case going?" He gestured towards the folder on Barry's desk. Barry ran a hand through his hair and leaned against his desk.
"I don't know; I've been kind of distracted." The detective raised an eyebrow.
"This isn't about your mom's case, is it?" He handed Barry one of the mugs in his hand.
"No, actually, this is about a new metahuman. Or at least we think he's a metahuman." Joe crossed his arms and waited for him to continue. Barry looked up at him and sighed. "Last night there was a break in at S.T.A.R. Labs. It was this guy and a 14/15-year-old kid. The dude had some kind of white suit on, and a cape, and he shot these weird beams out of his hands and he could fly- straight through the ceiling."
"Yeah, that's new." Joe commented. "And you have no idea who either of them were?" Barry shook his head.
"No clue. But Cisco said he would run the facial recognition software using the footage from where we first saw them today, so- "Barry was interrupted by the sound of his phone going off. He picked it up from his desk and looked at it.
"Oh, man. Hey, Joe, do you think you can cover for me with Singh?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"Robbery at the bank." Barry replied. "I've gotta go." Joe waved him off and took a sip of his coffee and Barry quickly grabbed his suit from his bag and sped out of the room.
Vlad Plasmius slipped through the bank walls and into the nearest vault. He had done this before to earn his first few million dollars, he could do it again. Vlad began to pull bags of money off the shelves, phasing off the trackers and mentally counting up the sum as he went. It wasn't necessary to count them but it sure was enjoyable.
One million… two million… three million. That should be enough for now, and he could always come back for more later if need be.
Suddenly, Vlad heard the creaking of the vault door opening. He must have tripped the silent alarm somehow, 'Oh, butter biscuits.' Taking the newly stolen cash, Plasmius leapt through the ceiling and into the morning air.
He looked down at all of the people, running about below him, unbeknownst that a ghost had just robbed their bank. Once again the newspapers would write about the mysterious invisible robberies that would ensue, and Vlad could only hope that Daniel caught site of one of them, knowing how much it would tick off the young man.
Vlad's smile faded. Maybe he should have just killed the teen when he had the chance, before Daniel could ruin anything. Then again, maybe being away from his friends and family would seem like a fate worse than death.
Giving the bank one last smug look, (and ignoring the strange red and yellow blur that had whizzed past the doors) Plasmius headed off, in search of his new home.
Barry tore off his gloves and tossed them into his CSI case with a frustrated sigh.
"Nothing, huh?" Joe asked, shoving a black notebook and pen into his pocket.
"Nope." Barry replied. He stood up and stretched his limbs. "The only evidence that someone was even in there," He pointed to the vault. "Is the fact that the silent alarm was tripped and nearly three million dollars are missing. They even managed to take out the trackers." Barry ran a hand through his hair.
"You think it's that new metahuman." Joe said pointedly.
"I don't know who else could have done this." Barry said with a slight edge in his voice. Joe nodded but didn't say anything. They both stood there in silence, Barry stared out of one of the bank windows absentmindedly. Suddenly he frowned.
"What's wrong?" Joe asked, following his gaze.
"I don't believe it." Barry mumbled. "I think it's that kid." Joe squinted. Far across the street, at the corner, a kid was walking out of the Central City library.
"How can you be sure?" Joe asked. It was difficult to make out facial features from a distance but Barry could barely make out the red and white shirt the boy was wearing.
"I'm not." Barry answered honestly. "But there's only one way to find out." Barry headed out the doors of the bank, away from the other crowds of civilians and policeman. Joe followed him uncertainly.
As soon as they were outside Barry sped up, ignoring the protests from Joe. The closer they got the surer Barry became- it was the kid from yesterday.
"Hey!" Barry called, earning the kid's attention. It was time to get some answers.
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