Chapter 8

Mist the Mark

Eddie scratched behind his ear with his pen and blew air out of the side of his mouth. When it came to normal crimes, like shoplifting, there were liable witnesses everywhere. Yet when one of Central City's infamous crime families bites the dust, there was hardly anyone in sight. It just wasn't possible. The street and the restaurant alone were in a popular entertainment area of Central City. Due to the estimated time of the attack, it had to have been a populated area. A movie had just gotten out roughly five minutes prior and no one noticed anything that could help?

He was tempted to ask Iris about what she had seen, knowing that she and Barry had spent quality time together that night since he couldn't get off work early enough but then the protective part of him shot that idea down. It was bad enough that she was the daughter of a police detective but now that she was dating Eddie as well that meant she had a bigger target on her back than before. He couldn't bear it if something were to happen to her because of him.

His blue eyes scanned the street for any other sort of witness he could think of asking. He already tried the shops and businesses surrounding the restaurant and he followed up on the few witnesses they did have. There was nothing else he could do. He was stuck at square one. He looked at Barry through the window as he crouched on the ground near one of the blanket-covered men. His fingers twitched against the pen in his hand and he fliped his notepad shut with a flick of his wrist. There had to be something else that could be done.

The entire Darbinyan crime family had been taken out in one swoop. The entirety of it. Whoever it was that got them sure had a vendentta and had to have been planning it in advance to get them all in a room at once to strike them down. But now he and the rest of the CCPD were stuck with two questions: who did it and how? The why wasn't too important. Not everyone in the world wanted to get rid of a crime family and the only ones that could do it were mob hit-men. None, as far as he knew, had escaped jail or was in contact with anyone to orchestrate it.

Eddie heaved another sigh. Strange things had been happening around Central City for the past few months but this one had to take the cake. Weather phenomenon was blamed on global warming. A rash of power outages was blamed on faulty wiring. People reporting of a man manipulating their emotions was blamed on hypnotic persuasion, a magicians trick. Someone with a shark head terrorizing people was simply a trick some bored teen was playing on people. Everything weird had an explanation.

Until now.

Flipping his notepad shut, Eddie turned on his heel and entered the restaurant that he had just seen Joe enter. The other police officers on the scene milled about outside, no doubt as confused as he was. Still, a little bit of information was better than nothing so reporting it to his parter was the only thing he culd do.

"The only other exit was bolted from the inside, they were trapped," Eddie announced to Joe once he spotted the older man. "I was thinking someone pumped gas in from the outside but…" he sighed in a dejected manner, "witnesses say the street was empty."

"So it was from the inside," Joe surmised. "That must mean there's a canister or a container left behind. The gas didn't just…come in by itself."

"Unless it had a mind of its own." Barry stated. Eddie's eyebrows twitched and he looked over at Barry. Barry's face twisted into an expression that went well with his 'What? It could happen' shrug, that made Eddie shake his head at such a ridiculous idea. Surely Joe understood that too.

"Eddie, would you mind canvassing again?" Joe asked, slowly turning around. "Somebody had to have seen something suspicious."

Words of protest died in the back of Eddie's throat. He had been partnered with Joe long enough to know that arguing with the veteran detective wasn't a good idea. But the favoritism just wasn't fair. Eddie was being treated like second-best just for doing his job while Joe doted and on and fluttered after Barry Allen. Eddie had a good track record. He knew what he was doing. He was transferred from the KCPD for a reason, wasn't he? So how come Joe never paid attention?

Pressing his lips together, Eddie gave a curt nod and did as he was told. You could only canvass as much as people could provide information. Otherwise it was just a moot point. But Eddie was one to follow orders and he knew by now that Joe didn't like anyone deviating from his orders.

He scratched behind his ear and again and tried to focus on the crime at hand. Someone had taken out the crime family. He wracked his brain, trying to come up with something that could help them out. It finally stuck on something. Central City wasn't the only one with a crime family. Their sister city, Starling City, had one as well. But what was the name again?

Eddie's blue eyes swept around his coworkers until they rested on Captain Singh. Clearing his throat, Eddie lifted his chin and strode over to his captain. "Captain, I believe there may be a link between the Darbinyan crime family and Bertinelli crime family from Starling," he stated, adopting a tone of confidence that came with ease while on the job. "Reports from Starling indicate that someone is out there killing off its members. There could be a connection. I'd like to look further into it."

"Good thinking, Detective," Singh replied. "Report anything you find."

"Of course," Eddie replied. Elation swelled inside of him and he had to press his lips together to keep from smiling too big. Canvassing the case at hand was now child's play. He had a bigger case to look into.

# # #

It hadn't been long since Barry took on the responsibility of cleaning up Central City of their metahuman problems but each week seemed to bring on a new threat, almost like clockwork. It was one thing after another and they seemed more ridiculous than the last: first Clyde Mardon controlling the weather, then Danton Black who somehow was able to make copies of himself, and now, a killer that could somehow turn into poisonous gas and kill anyone within seconds. While it created dread for the rest of them, it all only seemed to stoke Sage's fascination for the new developments this world held, much to the others' chagrin.

"Come on, if you had to pick one who would you pick?" Sage asked, using her feet to shift the chair she was sitting in from side to side. As she waited for Caitlin to reply she ripped off the top of a Pixi Stix tube and dumped the powder into her mouth.

"I'm not going to participate in this foolish debate," Caitlin replied, her voice tight. She briefly looked up from the computer she had been staring at to shoot Sage a reproachful look and then returned to whatever it was she was doing. It had to be something important with the way her brow was creased and her mouth was pulled down in the corners, as if anchored fish hooks were permanently lodged into her skin.

"It's not foolish, it's important," Sage replied, sticking out her now purple tongue.

"What's important is trying to figure out more about this toxic gas, not some trivial matter over which musical act was better than the other," Caitlin said curtly. "I didn't have an opinion then and I don't have an opinion now." She paused for a moment and then added as an afterthought, "It was fodder intended to drive merchandise more than for anyone to come up with opinions based on the strengths or weaknesses of the lyrical and musical content."

Sage ripped the top off another Pixi Stix tube. "So you were a BSB fan then?" she asked.

Caitlin took in and let out a steady breath. It wasn't that Sage was annoying—Caitlin could never use that word to describe another woman considering the interests and mannerisms she possessed that Ronnie never hesitated to call her out on—no, it was that she was a bit…lax. Too lax. Someone was going around releasing noxious gasses on people and all she wanted to discuss were 90s boybands!?

"If it will get you off this topic, then yes, I will admit that I had a certain…proclivity for the harmonies and the depth of the Backstreet Boys," Caitlin admitted, her eyes briefly flashing towards the ceiling. And, before she could properly shut her brain down like she always did, a picture of Ronnie flashed through her mind.

He eyes were crinkled in the corners and his cheeks were rounded as he laughed and laughed while holding onto the Backstreet Boys' first CD. Caitlin wasn't sure how he had found it in her apartment; she went through great lengths to hide it. He wouldn't understand her love for them, how they summed up her childhood during the 90s and how they made her feel that anything was possible and that she could become the bio-engineer she always dreamed about.

"I think you're putting too much stock into them," Ronnie had stated after hearing Caitlin's rather brief explanation.

Caitlin rolled her eyes. "There's a sense of positivity in their musical makeup that puts me in a good mood, that's all," she had replied, reaching around him to try and get the CD back.

"I can do that for you too, you know." A slight pout had formed on his mouth to go with the envy attached to his words. He had lifted the CD above her head, his eyebrows rising in a challenging way. "Be positive and everything. I always support you."

"I know. And I appreciate it. Far more than you could ever understand. But there is a difference between hearing it and feeling it." Caitlin had to stand on her tiptoes for her fingers to brush against the bottom of the CD.

"Oh, you want to feel it then?" Ronnie had dropped his arm only to encircle them both around her waist and pull her body flesh against his. The action, as always, had made her gasp and a flush appear on her cheeks at his brazen gesture. Her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt as she looked up at him. If one were to take a picture she would swear there were stars in her eyes. And when he kissed her, well, she wondered if the heart pounding, blood rushing, stomach dropping experience she felt was the same as those who were launched into space who actually got to see the stars up close.

Caitlin cleared her throat and squeezed her eyes shut until colors swam around. She lifted her hand from the keyboard that her fingers had frozen on and brought them up to her lips. Sometimes she could still feel his lips on hers, could hear his laughter in her ears, could feel his arms around her, and if it was really quiet she swore she could hear his heart beating in the back of her mind. It was almost like he was still there with her.

But that was only when it was quiet.

"See, I was more of an *NSYNC girl myself," Sage continued. "I felt that BSB took themselves a bit too seriously. *NSYNC was fun, anyway. Especially their live shows. They were my first concert you know. Although I wasn't too happy with Britney was opening for them at first because I couldn't stand her but now I think she's cool. Were you into Britney or Christina?"

"Sage!" Caitlin dropped her hand from her mouth; her palm struck the keys beneath her hands. Sage's lips clamped around the paper tube in her mouth and her eyes widened at Caitlin's curt tone. Caitlin ran a hand through her hair and then turned around the computer screen she had been looking at. "Do you see this? This is the molecular breakdown of the DNA that was found in Jude Theresa Howard. We still haven't cracked it. The longer it takes for us to figure this out the more people it could kill. And yet you're sitting here acting as if this is a joke or you're in summer camp! This is real."

"I know," Sage said, removing the now damp Pixi Stix tube from her mouth, "but you have to admit some of this is cool." Her timid words were battered down by the intensity of Caitlin's incredulous stare.

"This isn't cool. This is my job and you're not doing anything but getting in the way of it!"

The chair squeaked as Sage sat up straight, fixing her slouching position. Caitlin tore her eyes away and focused back on the screen in front of her, ignoring the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach that, perhaps, she was a bit too harsh but that didn't matter right now. She had a code to crack.

The silence that followed was welcoming. The only thing that punctuated the air was keyboard taps here and mouse clicks there. Caitlin zoomed in and zoomed out of the image, looking at the DNA strand that she and Barry had investigated only a few hours before. There had to be some clue, something they weren't getting. Something hiding in plain sight…

"Caitlin! Caitlin! Come quick!" Cisco's urgent voice crackled over the speaker sitting next to the computer. Both Caitlin's and Sage's head jerked up at the noise and Caitlin felt her stomach drop again, only not due to being on cloud nine this time.

"Cisco? What's wrong?" Caitlin asked once her finger was pressed on the intercom button sitting on the bottom of the speaker.

"It's Barry. He can't breathe—he got a gas sample! We're on the main floor!"

In the time it took for Caitlin to remove her finger from the intercom button, Sage had jumped out of her chair and had taken off down the hall. After clicking a few buttons to save her progress, Caitlin ran after her as best as she could in her heels. She knew Barry's body could regenerate and heal itself much better and faster than the rest of them but he was still an enigma. Who's to say that the gas wouldn't be his downfall? A rush of exhilaration ran through her at the prospects of anew information that could be extracted from Barry. Now's not the time for that, Caitlin! Barry could die! she admonished herself only a second later. Shame coursed through her body and made her run faster.

By the time she reached the main room Cisco, Harrison, and Sage had all gathered around a gasping Barry who was laid out on a bed. "Cut me open," he gasped, using a finger to draw a line down his chest. "The poison's still in me."

"He brought us a sample," Harrison relayed and then turned his attention over to Caitlin who looked at Barry with wide eyes. "Caitlin, we need to do a pulinary biopsy. Extract an active portion of that gas."

"Isn't there any other way to get it?" Sage asked, grasping Barry's hand. "Like…a breathalyzer of some sort."

"That's improbable and there's not enough time," Harrison shot down rapidly. "We need the sample now. Before it destroys Barry's vitals."

"Chest…on fire…" Barry breathed between his heavy gasping. His half-lidded eyes moved around the room, briefly resting on each of them in the room.

"Caitlin, now!" Harrison ordered. Sage bit her lip but held onto Barry's right hand tighter.

"Barry, I can't give you any anesthetic. Your metabolism will burn right through it," Caitlin told Barry in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I heal quick…remember?" Barry stated.

"Cisco, give me the syringe," Caitlin said, turning to her friend. She checked that Cisco had added the numbing gel to Barry's chest in the right place before taking it, making a face at his comment that it was a 'small needle' and that it probably wouldn't hurt. "You're definitely going to feel it," Caitlin corrected him, taking the syringe.

Barry's eyes widened at the sight of it. Sage placed her free hand on his cheek and turned his head so he was looking at her. "Hey, Bare. Just look at me, alright? Everything will be fine," she told him, doing her best to smile. His lips twitched in his effort to smile back and she swore she felt his grip on her hand tighten right before Caitlin sunk the needle into his chest. His body lurched forward as he took one last gasping breath and then collapsed onto the bed.

"Barry? Barry!" Sage called out, shaking his shoulder.

"He'll be alright," Harrison told her, although his laser-like focus was on Caitlin who was pulling the plunger back on the needle. He smiled when he saw some of the green gas fill the base of the needle. "With the gas extracted it should be enough for his lungs to repair itself and filter the toxins out." He sat still but his eyes watched Caitlin's movements as she pulled the needle out of Barry and then handed it over to Cisco. "He should awaken very soon."

Caitlin grabbed a piece of gauze that sat nearby and taped it to Barry's chest. She cast a glance Sage's way and her eyebrows furrowed at the expression of fear and worry on the other girl's face and the near death-grip she had on Barry's hand. For someone who appeared so worried about their friend it was odd that they hadn't even made their presence known when Barry was transferred to S.T.A.R. Labs while in his coma. But that wasn't Caitlin's place to comment on so she pressed her lips together and applied the monitor electrodes to Barry's chest.

She watched the blips on the screen as his heart beat stabilized and his breathing evened out. She let out a long breath. Good, he was asleep. Everything seemed fine. Now it was only a matter of time until they got answers about the exact makeup of the gas and the DNA they were examining.

It took twenty minutes for Barry to finally stir. Twenty minutes filled with them either pacing or looking at the clock on the wall. Cisco, at one point, ended up counting how many times Barry's heart beat in one minute, which was a bit hard to keep up with because of Barry's now 'normal' accelerated heart rate.

"The Streak lives," Cisco quipped once Barry's eyes fluttered open.

"You'd be dead if your lung cells didn't regenerate so quickly," Caitlin stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

Barry groaned, blinking his eyes. "Ugh, my chest feels like that one time I had a cigarette." Sage snorted, a small smile appearing on her face that Barry reflected back at her. At the incredulous expression on Caitlin's face he added, "Yeah, teen me lived for danger."

"This isn't funny," Caitlin stressed. "You could've—"

"I didn't," Barry pointed out.

"How're you feeling?" Sage asked, grabbing Barry's attention. Barry grimaced as he tried to sit up.

"'Ve been better," Barry replied, his voice a rasp. "How long was I out?"

"Twenty minutes. That was some needle. I'm surprised you went with it, you nearly fainted when I got my nose pierced." Sage laughed softly at the memory of him becoming pale and weak in the knees just from looking at the needles around the parlor.

"Putting a needle on the end of a gun can't be the greatest idea in the world." He breathed out of his nose. "I'm fine, Say," he said, reaching out a gloved hand and brushed her honey-blonde hair off her cheek. She smiled, nodded, and moved away from him. He briefly glanced down at his now empty hand and then looked at the back of her head as she retreated. His smile was fleeting as Harrison spoke up.

"Now that we have a sample we'll get to work analyzing it. Figure out the makeup of the poison and maybe get a clue as to his human identity," he announced, his eyes shifting back and forth as they took in the information on the computer screen in front of him.

"Or at least a way to stop him from turning into a mist," Cisco replied. And then a second later he proudly declared the Metahuman's new name, much to Caitlin's chagrin. It was amazing how fast things seemed to go back to normal, even after Barry's near death experience.

"I have to get to the station," Barry announced.

"You should be resting," Harrison called out; voicing both Caitlin's and Sage's thought.

"I have to talk to Joe," Barry replied, getting up. "Sage, you coming?" he asked her.

She shook her head. "No, go ahead. I have to ask Cisco something." Barry's eyes swept over to Cisco who shrugged his shoulders. Barry nodded and, in the blink of an eye, ran out of the room.

# # #

"What are you doing over there that's so important?" Iris called over to Eddie. "Come on, you're going to miss Downton Abbey!"

"I'll be right there, babe," Eddie called back although he didn't budge from his desk chair. His laced fingers were pressed against his mouth and had been there as he poured over any little bit of information he could find on the Bertinelli crime family: the death of Paul Copani, which sent Moira Queen to the hospital; Nick Salvati's death and the death of a few other henchmen at the hands of the Arrow; the takedown of the Bertinelli drug warehouse; the Chinese Triad attacking the Bertinelli mansion; the killing of the Bertinelli lawyer; the deaths of Italian mobsters connected to the Bertinelli family; the eventual death of Frank Bertinelli due to being caught in crossfire between the hooded vigilantes and the SWAT team.

It was everything that had been realized to the public and he had absorbed the information like it was drinking water keeping him alive. Helena Bertinelli was the one to take out her father's crime family which solidified his beliefs that it was someone close to the Darbinyan family that did them in. He even researched those that were close to them: their informants, family members, even mob-hitmen but he couldn't pinpoint who it could have been. Besides, the last known mob-hitman assigned to the Bertinelli's—Kyle Nimbus—had been executed so it couldn't have been him.

Eddie growled and rubbed his hands through his hair in frustration. He swore he had a lead but he was stuck at a dead end. He blew out a breath and slumped in his chair. Maybe that was that, maybe this was going to be one case that wouldn't ever be solved. Maybe whoever did it fled and that was that. They had no leads.

One by one he closed the opened tabs on his computer, the magazine articles disappearing before his eyes but one made him stop and look at it again. He rubbed his chin as he read about the Chinese Triad. Starling City had its fair share of criminal organizations, that's for sure. Taking out a pen, Eddie scribbled down a list on his notepad:

-Chinese Triad
-Royal Flush Gang
-The Solntsevskaya Bravata
-The Church of Blood
-The Culebra gang
-The League of Assassins

But he crossed out the Royal Flush Gang, already knowing their M.O. He then crossed out the Chinese Triad based on the simple fact that, unlike Starling City, Central City didn't have a large immigrant population so there was no point in them moving that far out just to deal with the Darbinyan family. That was quickly followed by the Church of Blood. A.R.G.U.S. had them on their sights and, with connections to A.R.G.U.S. themselves, he knew they had nothing to do with it. Bravata were most likely not involved due to working amongst themselves. So that left—

"C'mon, babe." Iris's voice sounded in his ear before the sweet scent of her shampoo wafted past his nose and her arms encircled his shoulders. "I can't wait any longer. I'm absolutely dying to know what happens." She kissed his cheek and rested her chin on his shoulder. "You almost done?"

"Yeah," Eddie replied, closing the lid of his laptop. "Sorry. I was just going over some more things for work." He rubbed his tired, burning eyes and turned his head to properly look at her. "Looks like its going to end up a cold case." He kissed her cheek. "Sorry to keep you waiting. Okay, let's watch. Is the popcorn ready?"

"Yep. You just need to get the drinks," Iris replied. She gave him a squeeze and scurried back to the living room of his apartment. Eddie chuckled at her enthusiasm and forced himself out of his chair. He had just pumped the handle of his refrigerator when Iris answered her ringing phone. He had just closed the door when he noticed the odd silence that followed. He stood up straight and looked across the room at his girlfriend whose hand was covering her mouth.

"What? Are you sure?" she said into the phone. The pain in her words made Eddie appear at her side in an instant and he grabbed at her elbow. "Okay, I'll be right there."

"What is it? What's going on?" Eddie asked.

"It's my dad," Iris replied, her voice crackling as she tried to hold back tears. "He got attacked. He's in the hospital. We have to—"

"Yeah, let's go," Eddie interrupted her. Abandoning their drinks and their plans they both grabbed for their coats and rushed to the door of Eddie's apartment. They both flew down the stairs and got into his car as quickly as possible. Eddie nearly burned rubber as he shot out of his parking spot to get to the hospital. The entire drive he kept one hand on the wheel and one hand on Iris's knee, letting her know that he was there for her.

If anything were standing in her way Iris would have ran it over with how fast she got to the front doors of the hospital. She barely listened to the lady at the front desk tell her what room Joe was in before she took off again. By the time she got to the room all her emotions poured out into one strangled "Daddy" when she saw Joe lying in the hospital bed. Sage and Barry were standing by his side. Both looked as if they hadn't gotten a lot of sleep.

"Oh, baby I'm fine. Don't worry," Joe said as he hugged his daughter. Iris let out a relieved sigh as she brushed her hair out of her face.

Silence fell over the room as they all looked at one another. Finally Barry cleared his throat and muttered, "I'll let you guys talk," before walking out of the room. Sage loosely crossed her arms and looked over at Eddie and Iris once Joe addressed them. The placid expression on her face was then replaced by one of pure joy when Joe asked if they had arrived at the same time.

"Oh, this'll be good," she said gleefully as she took in the deer-in-headlights expressions on Iris's and Eddie's faces. Her smile didn't fall despite the glare her cousin shot her way.

Barry came back into the room and pulled on her arm by the crook of her elbow. "Let's go. I'll get you your favorite M&Ms from the vending machine," he said as he began to pull her out of the room.

"What? No! I wanna hear this!" she protested, digging her heels into the floor.

"I'll get you Skittles too," Barry offered. Her eyes lit up at the thought of eating the candy and she quickly changed her tune, allowing Barry to lead her out of the room by her hand. "You really shouldn't enjoy Iris's misfortune like that," he commented.

"But where's the fun in knowing something and knowing they're gonna get reamed for it but not enjoying it?" Sage replied. She tried to throw her arms into the air but the weight of Barry's hand kept her from doing so. Wait… "Dude! What're you doing!?" She cried out, wrenching her hand from Barry's grip. "I could have—"

"You didn't," Barry pointed out, stopping to look at her.

"But I could have!" she said, looking at her gloved hands.

"But you didn't," he stressed. "You did it earlier." Her eyebrows furrowed and he continued. "When I was getting the gas extracted. You held my hand. You touched my face. And guess what?" He grasped her shoulders. "Nothing happened. I'm fine. You didn't hurt me."

"But I could have," she protested, willing out of his grasp. "I-I wasn't thinking. You were hurt…I didn't want you freaking out but I shouldn't have done that. And..and you were wearing gloves earlier so that doesn't count."

"Sage, listen to me," Barry said firmly. "You. Will not. Hurt me. No matter what. Wells and Cisco and Caitlin…we'll help you find a way to control it. I promise. You deserve your life back no matter how much you don't believe that you do." Sage looked at him with wide eyes. He merely smiled and dug his wallet out of his pocket. "Now for that candy."

"You'll eat the orange and yellow?" Sage asked.

Barry nodded. "Like always."

# # #

"Listen closely because this has to go off without a hitch. One small mistake will cost us the whole thing." The man's steel-eyed gaze swept over those that stood in front of him in the dark, dank warehouse. The only relief to the stifling air was due to the large fans embedded in the walls. His heavy footsteps were ominous as he paced in front of the men that waited for his orders.

"The Khandaq Dynasty diamond is being transferred to the Central City Museum tomorrow at precisely four in the afternoon. We want that diamond. Any sign of trouble and they will call the police. From that point on we will have exactly 182 seconds for a response team to catch up so the timing will be crucial."

He turned on his heel and went back to his computer. After bringing up a program he turned the computer around to show the men a model of the city street. "One of you will be driving a tow truck that will house two cables that will attach to the armored car. The one driving needs to drive exactly at 45 mph. Not one degree faster or slower. The other two will attach the cables-Two men attach cables to the armored truck. It will force them to stop. You'll take out the guards and hold them at gunpoint but do not shoot them. We don't want the heat on our tail. From then on we'll have 152 seconds for me to open the door with liquid nitrogen. We'll get the diamond and get out all before the police can even arrive." The steel-eyed man closed his laptop with a snap and crossed his arms. "Any questions?"

There was only one man who was brave enough to speak up. "You seem to have this all figured out, Snart," he commented.

Snart nodded once. "Planning ahead to compensate for every hitch is the only way to survive," he replied. "As you can see…" he paused to motion around to the space around them that was filled with a plethora of stolen items, "it has treated me well. And you'd be wise to follow my instructions unless you'd like to deal with the police…and me." The men didn't say anything; they only lifted their chins in solidarity. "Good." Snart turned the computer back around and engraved the mapping image into his mind. Another heist was just right around the corner and as far as he was concerned there was no such thing as being overly prepared. It's what kept him out of jail so far and it was going to stay that way.

a/n - And here we're back with another chapter this time featuring The Mist (to a degree) and we get a Bage moment! I hope you liked the insights into Caitlin's and Eddie's side of things in this chapter. As you can see Caitlin and Sage don't exactly get along. It will prove to be an interesting dynamic to have around S.T.A.R. Labs and I have big plans for Eddie. I wish he were used a bit more in the show but I guess we'll have to wait and see for that to happen. Speaking of the show. OH. MY. GOD! Out of Time was an amazing episode! I can't wait to see what they do with it tomorrow! What did you guys think of it? And what did you think of this chapter? We're getting to one of my favorite eps of the whole show for the next chapter. Felicity comes in! I can't wait to write out her and Sage meeting. Thanks for all the reviews, favs, and alerts guys! I'd love to hear from more of you, even if it's just "good chapter" or "nice" or "update soon".

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babyj - Thanks again for the review, dude. I was happy to see that you pointed out that Sage came off a bit annoying simply because, well, you're not supposed to like her all the time. I believe that a good well rounded character is one that can do or say something that others may not agree with but you still root for them in the end. I think it makes them more real. And yeah, we do get a bit more background on her! Things will slowly be revealed over time to explain how Sage got to the point where she is and why she is the way she is. I gotta tell ya, it's not exactly pretty. The conversation will definitely become important in the future.

guest - Thanks for your review! Man, I can't wait to show you what Snart is up to and can do in this story. The time has finally come! Thanks for being patient with me on that front. I hope you enjoy this chapter!