***Snart POV***
Snart lay face down on the floor for several minutes after Samson and Jameson had left, fighting to remain conscious while the back of his head throbbed painfully and Jameson's taunt rang in his ears. Finally, he managed to push himself to his hands and knees, his anger at the double cross giving him all the strength he needed. When he finally opened his eyes he found himself staring down at a blue, plastic, rectangle, clearly out of place on the gray and white tiled floor. The picture on it was of a smiling young woman, probably about early to mid-thirties, with dark, red hair, fair skin, and hazel eyes.
It only took him a moment to realize what it was. The security guard's badge and he inwardly cursed, hoping the two men had not done what it looked like they had. Suddenly, he heard voices approaching and thanked his good fortune that the badge was there, as the only place he could hide at the moment was the secure room at the end on the short hall. Grabbing the badge, he quickly got up and pressed it against the scan plate. There was a quick, high pitched, beep before he heard the click of the door's lock releasing and he quickly entered the room and closed the door as quietly as he could.
As soon as he had entered automatic lights flickered on in the room, revealing shelves full of boxes and tall file cabinets that he guessed were stuffed with files. Just as he was taking this in he heard a couple of people enter the hall and stop just down from the door. Snart reached out, quickly hitting the button to shut off the automatic lights and pulled out his cold gun, barrel pointed up and ready to use if necessary.
"She said that she was at the back of the building," said the voice of an older man, "She could be around here hiding somewhere."
"Well, what's in there?" said another man and Snart cursed, as he recognized that voice.
Det. Joe West, which meant his least favorite hero would not be far behind, though he was surprised that he had not shown up already.
"File storage," the other man answered.
"Does your supervisor have access to it?" Det. West asked but before the other man could answer an urgent call came over the radio.
"Joe, do you copy?" came the call.
"Yeah, what have you got?" West answered back.
"We need you in the back parking lot," the officer on the other end said urgently, "We just had two male subjects leave with a female hostage. I think she is the security guard you are looking for."
"On my way," Det. West answered and Snart heard the two men quickly take off.
Snart leaned his head back against the wall and cursed the stupidity of his former partners. There was a reason why he had a rule about not shooting cops or guards. There was no quicker way to guarantee that the full weight of the CCPD would come down on you than to take out one of their own. Taking one hostage was just as bad.
Holstering his cold gun, Snart cracked the door open and, seeing the way was clear, snuck out of the room and toward the east end of the building. Thankfully luck was on his side and he was able to exit through the east entrance without being seen and mingle with the crowd of employees and onlookers before stepping back into the shadows, making his getaway.
***Det. West POV***
Det. West exited the building by the west entrance only to be met by a very angry Capt. Singh.
"West, where is Allen?" the captain yelled, asking about Joe's adoptive son and their precinct's in house CSI.
"I don't think he got the call out," Joe answered, surprised that Barry had not been here way before the police, what with him being the Flash and all, "He was probably still in bed when I left the house."
"Well wake him up," Singh ordered, "We are going to need all hands on deck if we are going to find these men before that woman gets hurt."
Joe nodded, already having had his phone out and dialing Barry's number.
"Joe, hey!" the voice of a young man answered on the third ring.
"Cisco?" Joe asked surprised, "Where's Barry?"
"Uh, he's a little busy at the moment," Cisco answered, though his last words were almost completely drowned out by a loud whoosh and the sound of Barry yelling in the background.
"Get it off!" Barry was yelling frantically, "Get it off!"
"Barry what is that stuff?" Caitlyn's voice was suddenly yelling right along with Barry's.
"I don't know!" Barry yelled back, "Just help me get it off! It burns!"
"Dude! What did you do to my suit?!" Cisco was suddenly yelling and Joe heard the sound of the phone being dropped, "Is that acid?!"
"I don't know!" Barry yelled again, "The meta I just locked up in the pipeline puked on me!"
"OK, hold still!" Cisco said suddenly and then Joe heard what sounded like a high powered hose being turned on.
"Cisco look out…," was the last thing Joe heard before the line went dead and he sighed trying to think up a good excuse to give Capt. Singh as to why Barry would not be showing up for a while.
***Mary POV***
We drove for about thirty minutes, though it seemed like a lot longer from my cramped position on the car's floor board, but finally we stopped in what looked like the old warehouse district in Central City and I swallowed hard, a feeling of dread washing over me.
"If they were going to let me go," I thought, shaking in fear and pain, "They would have done so by now and not brought me all the way out here."
I stayed where I was as Samson and Jameson got out of the car, hoping they would just abandon the car and let me go. However, the door behind me opened and Samson grabbed me by my injured arm, forcing me out of the car.
I clenched my jaw, grinding my teeth together, refusing to cry out in pain.
"Start walking," Samson growled in my ear.
"The cops let you go," I protested, turning to face him, "I am of no use to you any more, just let me go."
Samson turned to Jameson and snickered.
"Just let her go," he mocked before turning back to me, grabbing the front of my shirt and slamming me back against the car.
"Why, so you can go and snitch to the cops," he sneered, "I don't think so."
He then pulled me forward, twisting my left arm behind my back and drawing a gasp of pain from me as it put pressure on my wounded shoulder.
"Now I said walk," he ordered and they walked me into what look to be an old iron foundry.
We walked to about the center of the first floor, when Samson finally shoved me down into a hard wooden chair by the wall. Looking around the place was a pigsty. There were two run down tables covered with fast food garbage and old beer cans, and a filthy couch set in front of an ancient box type T.V. several feet from where I sat. Samson came back over to me with several lengths of thin, rough looking, rope in his hand and proceeded to bind me to the chair by looping the rope around my torso and upper arms as well as the back of the chair. He then took another length and tied my wrists together uncomfortably tight and did the same with my ankles before walking away again.
"So what are we going to do with her?" Jameson asked, leering at me evilly.
"Right now she is our insurance, if the cops should find us," Samson replied, "They won't dare storm the building while we have a hostage."
"And if they don't find us?" Jameson asked a little too eagerly for my comfort.
Samson looked over at me with the same evil look on his face before answering.
"Well I am sure we can find something entertaining to do," he said with a grin, "But in the meantime, go find us some food while I figure out our next move."
Jameson then left and Samson turned to some kind of paperwork that he had on the table in front of him, leaving me to think about and fear what the next days could hold for me.
***Snart POV***
Leonard Snart was not happy. Not. At. All! It had taken him two hours to finally get back to the warehouse that he and his sister Lisa had one of their many temporary living spaces set up. Currently he sat in front of his laptop watching the news reports about the failed break in, holding ice to the back of his head and tried not to think about how the job had gone so wrong. Getting into the building had been textbook, as the armed guards outside had been taken care of with a few canisters of knockout gas that had been hidden in the guard shack and trucks earlier in the day and on timers. The scan plate on the outside entrance taken care of by some stolen tech. What he had not counted on was the silent alarm the tech had set off or the fact that the security inside had been as proficient as they were.
Everything had gone south when Samson had found that female security guard snooping around. He had hoped that they would be able to finish the job after he had caught up to Samson after the woman had slammed and locked a door in his face, after he had ordered the man to forget about the guard and that they had a limited amount of time before the cops or a certain scarlet speedster showed up. Another thing he had not counted on was Samson's anger at being shown up by a woman. Snart now shuddered to think what those two degenerates were going to do to the poor girl.
He continued to search through everything he had on the two men, trying to figure out where they would have holed up. Though the terrified look he had seen on the woman's face when he had caught up to find Samson had her cornered, a look he had seen too many times on his sister's face as a child when they would be hiding from their abusive father, kept coming to his mind, he kept telling himself that he was not trying to find them to rescue her.
"I am no hero!" he thought snidely, "But nobody double crosses me and gets away with it!