(1 hour earlier)
"Barry, we have another robbery at the Liquor store on Sixth and central." Cisco Ramone said into the microphone wirelessly connected to the Flash's communicator.
The Flash super speeded through the streets of Central City clad in his Red leather suit.
"I'm on my way." He said.
He zipped left then right until he was outside the store. He raced inside and confronted the two masked thugs. One of them was holding the store owner at gunpoint and making him fill a sack full of money while the other was taking bottles of the shelves.
"Seriously, have none of you heard of me or am I not trying hard enough?" Barry said rolling his eyes.
The thug at the shelves dropped the pile of bottles in his arms and attempted to extract his gun from his pocket but it was stuck. The Flash grinned and speeded around behind the Thug and pushed him over into an empty shelf. He then turned to the other thug pointing the gun at the shop owner.
"Get back freak, or I'll waste him."
"Go ahead." The Flash bluffed.
"I mean it!" the Thug threatened. He pulled back the hammer and pushed the gun closer to the owner's face.
"By all means, take your time."
The Thug followed through with his threat. He fired but the bullet came out in slow motion to the Flash. He ran forward and steered its trajectory so it ricocheted off the wall and harmlessly dug into a massive tower of paper bags in the corner. He then took the gun from the thug and punched him out cold.
"Next time you decide to commit a robbery, make sure you do it in the city where there isn't a man that can run faster than bullets running around stopping crimes, ok?"
He then tied up the two thugs and zoomed out of the store just as the police arrived. He raced a couple of blocks away from the crime scene then stopped in an alley way. He took of his cowl to reveal the face of Barry Allen, Forensic assistant at CCPD.
"What's next Cisco?"
"Nothing yet, but it's a slow day so there's bound to be something sooner or later."
He said into the coms, checking his computer for any police reports.
"Ok, I'm gonna head back to the precinct and get those lab results Captain Singh keeps pulling me up about on the Halethorpe case."
"Whoa, The S.T.A.R Labs satellite just picked up an anomaly moving across the Atlantic Ocean at Mach three." Cisco frowned, staring at his PDA. There was a marker showing something moving ridiculously fast across the ocean. "There's nothing on Earth, apart from you that can move at that speed."
Barry was suddenly on high alert.
"Do you think it's Wells?"
"No, it's not giving of any Tachyon particles but whatever it is, it's getting closer to the city." Cisco warned.
"I'm on it." Barry said replacing his mask.
He raced out of the alley in a rush of air and stopped on the coastline. Some people looked at him in awe. He squinted at the horizon to look for sign of the moving object but there was nothing. He looked around to see if he'd missed it but then he heard somebody crying for help.
He speeded over to the source and found several people crowding around a teenage boy who had collapsed face down in the sand, unconscious. He wore a backpack and pair of goggles were dangling of his head. Behind him in the sand were two scorched trail marks of footprints.
"Cisco, can you do a scan of this kid?" Barry said in the coms.
"Sure thing." Came the reply.
A few moments later, Cisco spoke again.
"Barry, you're not gonna believe this."
"The Kid has super speed like mine?" Barry cut off.
"How did you know?"
"The charred marks in the sand kind of gave it away."
"So it was the kid moving that fast?"
"Must be."
"What do we do with him?"
"I'm going to bring him back to S.T.A.R labs."
"I'll get a bed ready."
Barry walked over to the crowd.
"Everybody step back, I'll take it from here."
The crowd did as they were told. Barry then addressed a woman next to him.
"Did you see what happened?" he asked.
"Yeah, I was just sunbathing then I heard a massive crack and I saw something appear in the distance, then suddenly there was this kid out cold in the sand."
"Thanks, I'll take care of him."
Barry lifted the boy into his arms and rocketed away.
Seconds later, he was inside the central control cortex of S.T.A.R labs. A young Latino guy with longer black hair wheeled in a bed out of a side room. Barry placed the kid on it and helped Cisco attach monitor cables and pads to the boys head and body.
"What's wrong with him Cisco?"
"I don't know, we need Caitlin." Cisco said tapping his fingers on his PDA, his brow furrowed.
"I'll call her in."
Twenty minutes later a woman with long brown hair walked in. She put on a lab coat and a stethoscope and rushed to the Boy's side
"What happened?" she asked, primly.
"We detected something moving at supersonic speed across the Atlantic and by the looks of it, it was this kid."
"Ok, have you checked his vitals?" Caitlin said.
"There all high, but I can't figure out why." Cisco said, scratching the back of his head.
"What about glucose levels?"
"Err, I didn't check that." Cisco admitted.
Caitlin gave him a meaningful look.
She did her own scan on the Boy.
"He's suffering a severe depletion in his caloric reserves and muscular exhaustion."
"We have to wake him up."
"I've got smelling salts." Caitlin suggested.
"We could give it a try." Barry agreed.
Caitlin rummaged around in her bag and pulled out a small glass bottle. She waved it under the Boy's nose and immediately he snapped up in the bed, picking at his nose.
"Whoever wafted that under my neb end, don't do it again!"
The three adults stared at the Boy in their midst. The boy looked around them.
"What?"
"You're British." Cisco proclaimed.
"You don't say, was it the accent that gave it away? The Boy said sarcastically.
"Who are you?" Barry asked.
"Are you going to do twenty questions?" The Boy cut off.
"Err."
"Well if you're gonna then I'm going to need twenty Burgers, three Pizzas, seven portions of Chips and four litres of Lemonade, cos I'm starving, then we'll talk."