Chapter 9 is here! thanks for the reviews and sorry it took so long, hopefully worth the wait :] enjoy.
Bart Allen was dropped rather carelessly onto a metal table in the brightly lit medical bay. He was feeling quite freaked out; he was awake, but he couldn't move his arms or legs or anything from his neck down. He listened intently to his grandfather who had just opened up a video link with the young woman who had just informed him of their potential unwanted visitors.
"Do you have any idea who or what it is my dear?" Thawne asked calmly
"Not really sir. It appears to be a fast moving manned aircraft, give me a moment to get a close look using the satellite tracking system" she said before getting back to work.
"BUSTED! What's wrong gramps? You look worried" Bart said with a laugh.
Thawne scowled at him and then turned to his right hand man "Mishkin, get the device ready."
"Bart, you are going to help me. Even if you're not aware that you're doing"
"And what the hell does that mean Mr Riddler wannabe?"
"You'll see." He replied mysteriously
"Sir, the craft appears to be a modified F-22 fight jet, developed by the transport sector of…Queen Industries." The woman said.
"Of course it is."
"Sir, there's more; their current course it brings them almost over the top of us, a mile out maybe. I think they know we're here."
"Well gray-beard, looks like your super secret base ain't so secret"
"Indeed, so it would seem my boy, they must've tracked us here. But the question is how? We're deep in the heart of the Amazon rain forest; there is no way they were able to get a lock on the plane. Which means…" he added, looking at Bart directly "that you are what lead them here."
The kid looked shocked "Erm, what?"
"Yes, there must be a tracking device somewhere in your body. You," Thawne said to a doctor also in the room "find it and destroy it."
The man nodded and took out a portable x-ray device and began scanning over every inch of the kid.
"Wait, wait. Don't you think I'd know if there was some sort of tracker in me and seriously there's nothing in here but pure American speedster."
"We'll see" Thawne replied with a small smile as the machine bleeped.
"Sir, I've found it" the doctor said, handing the device to him. On the screen a tiny rectangle shaped object could be seen seated under the muscle in the kids left upper arm.
"How interesting. Get rid of it."
"What! Wait! No! Stay away from me!"Bart shouted as the doctor approached him with a scalpel.
"Bart, don't be such a drama queen. You're not going to feel anything; you'll be under the paralyser for at least another ten minutes"
It was because of this that Bart didn't even realise the doctor had pierced his skin and was now –quite messily- searching his insides for the tracker
The kid glanced down at his now bloody arm "Fuck. I think I'm gonna be sick"
"Sir, I think I've got it" the doctor said quite casually considering the damage he was currently causing. He took a pair of silver tweezers and pulled out a tiny device half the size of a pinkie finger nail.
"Well, well Bart, apparently you're not aware of the lengths your friends will go to, to keep an eye on you."
He was shocked and speechless. Why would Ollie literally stick a tracker in him? But what if it wasn't him, what if it was Lex and he was the one in control of the plane. He'd been unconscious for a while when Lex got him last time. Who knows what happened to him then? Bart shuddered inside at the thought. No, the girl, she said Queen Industries, it must be Ollie and the guys coming to get him back. His eyes drooped a bit, his head felt light, what was happening to him now?
Thawne seemed to notice too "Stitch him back up, I don't want him dying of blood loss, he's no good to me dead."
The doctor nodded and took out a kind of sewing kit out of a plastic green box with a cross on the front. He then began stitching up the large gruesome cut.
Thawne had washed the blood off the tracker and was examining it with the powerful computer system. "Well, yet again more Queen Industries technology it would seem. Your…brother Oliver does get about doesn't he Bart."
The kid kept his mouth shut, he wasn't about to spill anything that could be damaging to Ollie or the guys.
"Why don't we see if we can get in touch with the emerald archer, hey son?"
Using some impressive technology, Thawne was able to lock onto the same frequency that the tracker was emitting to Vic on the jet.
"Ollie, we've just entered Brazilian airspace, E.T.A 45 minutes." Vic informed the boss "wait…I've got an incoming transmission, looks like someone down there wants to talk to us."
Ollie looked slightly concerned "Patch me through, just me though; we'll keep you hidden for now. Let's find out who our mystery Impulse-napper is." He said before switching on his voice distorter.
In the medical bay Green Arrows distorted voice came in over the intercom
"Who is this and why the hell have you gone to such lengths to capture my team mate."
Bart felt slightly reassured; it was good to hear a familiar voice in this fuckin' mad house.
"Mr Queen. Can I call you Oliver?" Thawne said smoothly.
"You found out who I am. Well done. You're the one responsible for the bug and the explosion and you're the one who has Impulse and I swear to god that if you hurt him, I'm gonna break every bone in your body."
"Temper, temper Oliver. Is that really how you want to be speaking to the grandfather of your young team mate?"
"What?" Ollie exclaimed.
"Yes, quite a twist in the tale and I'm afraid I did have to hurt Bart, you see, it was the only way to remove that tracking device you had placed in his arm"
"You sick son of a bitch!" he angrily shouted.
"Arrow! Don't listen, m'okay" Bart slurred as loud as he could.
"Kid, hang on, I'm coming to get you. Stay strong."
"Well I hate to interrupt this little reunion, but Mr Queen, if you don't turn around right now and go home I will destroy you. You're not the only one with military fire power. Now stop disrupting my plans and go back to Star City."
"Yeah, I don't think so." Ollie said threateningly before cutting the transmission.
"Mishkin, scramble the fighters, I will not have an arrow shooting playboy spoiling everything I've worked so hard for"
Mishkin saluted him and walked out of the room.
"Now Bart, I think it's time we got you ready for the treadmill." Thawne said, pleased with himself.
"Not. Not. Gonna. Do. It" he replied through gritted teeth, the paralyser was wearing off fast and his arm felt like it was on fire, the pain was too much.
Thawne noticed this "Don't worry son, in a few moments, you won't feel anything…"
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