The Bolt Episode 11 Trust me not

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The Meta-Mutant woke up to find himself in a room devoid of any life but his own. The room was empty and quiet, echoing at his very step. Where was he? What was happening now? He made a screech, to ward off anyone should they be there in secret. But there was no one. No one, but himself, until he saw the glass mirror on the wall. He wasn't stupid, despite how he may be portrayed. He knew he was being watched.
On the ceiling, guns descended from metal plates and pointed themselves at The Mutant, who screeched in response. The first gun fired its laser at him, which suddenly passed right through him. The mutant growled and jumped at the gun, destroying it.

Peter watched the scene from the other side of the glass, holding his hands behind his back, "So it's safe to say that the experiment has worked. Perfect," He said.
"So what's the next step?" Rose asked.

"We start the process with the other test subjects to further improve our progress. We'll start with Patrick."

The Bolt

Sirens echoed through the air as they zoomed passed civilians. A truck was barreling down the streets, crashing through cars as quickly as possible. "We've got a runaway truck Requesting backup!" A policeman said.
The thug in the driver seat of the truck kept his left hand on the wheel, while holding a gun in his right, "Come on cops! Get lost!" He shouted out the window. When he turned his head back to the road, he noticed someone standing there and immediately hit the brakes.
The truck came to stop just a yard away from Virtue, who stood with her hands held behind her back. She walked over to the driver's door and waved her hand, the door flying wide open, "Hiya," Virtue said, "You were driving waaay over the speed limit sir. I'm afraid I'm going to have to write you a ticket."
The man goes to point his gun at her, when it's suddenly pulled from his hands. He turned to his right and Saw Bolt sitting there, holding the gun, "Do you have a license for this?" he reaches over and unbuckles him, "Hold on."
A purple energy suddenly pulled the man out of the vehicle, slamming his back into the ground. The two Meta's stood over the crook, and he knew he was beaten when he put his hands up in surrender.
The officers stop their cars and get out, putting handcuffs on the thief, "Thanks Bolt," He said, "You …two did a good job," With that he took the crook to his car.
"Yeah, city needs to get used to me don't they?" Virtue asked, earning a nod from Bolt.

"That they do," He said, "let's see what's inside this truck."

A purple energy ripped the doors off the back of the truck. Bolt and Virtue walk inside, examining the contents in the various boxes.
"Light-Speed tech," Bolt said.
"Another truck stealing from L.S," Virtue said, "Research tech, Militia weapons. Why are people suddenly so interested in L.S technology. Do they know something that we don't?"
Bolt considered this, "Maybe. We should get back to the Storm Center."
"I thought we were calling our base Center Storm?"

"Well I decided to reverse the names, so ha. Because L.S.L.O.O.H.Q is waaay too long as both spoke, and as an anagram. Come on."

Sean places his mask on the table, sitting down at the computer desk, "Ever since the last time a truck was stolen, more and more thugs have been trying to steal L.S tech. As if they think they'll get something valuable."
"What do they hope to find? To the public, they're a research facility," Olive said.

"But you and I know better," Sean reminded her, "We both know LS has their own militia."

"I hate being out of the loop."

"You and me both."

A beeping caught their attention. A pop up in the corner of the computer screen said "EMAIL". Sean scrolled the mouse over it and clicked, opening a message from S.T.A.R Labs.
"It's from our friends in Central City," Sean said, "Let's see what they've sent us."
Sean opened the message. It read, Hey guys. We couldn't find anything on Vault 52, but we did end up digging something up I think L.S. Labs doesn't want anyone to see. Cisco had to ask our friends in Star City to dig deeper than we could. Click the file attached to see what they found. Hope we can meet in person some day!

-Caitlin Snow

Sean shrugged and opened the attached file. It opened a video, waiting to be played.

"Here we go," Sean said, clicking play.

The video started up. It was security footage of L.S Labs front door, midnight about 6 months ago. No one was around, yet the lights in the building were on. Suddenly, out of nowhere, something crashes onto the ground in front of the building. When the dust clears, it's a pod, with writing on it that says "52". Peter Morrison steps out of the building and walks over to examine the pod. The video cuts there.

"That was …something," Olive said.
"The pod said 52. Whatever was in that pod must be in the Vault," Sean said, leaning back in the chair, "What is Peter hiding?"
Sean's phone vibrates suddenly. He picks it up and reads the message.
"It's Ethan and Abigail," Sean said, "They want to talk."

Sean arrived back home, closing the door behind himself and walking into the living room. He saw his parents sitting on the couch, and he sat himself down in one of the single seat chairs. He knew what this was about. They knew his secret now, so they couldn't avoid talking about it forever. It was time.
"So," Sean began, "Who wants to start talking first?"
"I will," Ethan said, "You said it's because of who you are. But I just don't buy that. I want to know why you do this. Why do you go out there in a mask?"
Sean never did quite know how to answer this the right way. He had such a hard time pinning the purpose of his actions. Nearly clueless, he went with the simplest answer, "Because it's right. Because this city faces hardship, and the police, despite their efforts, aren't equipped to handle it. But I am."
"That's all?" Ethan questioned, "It doesn't seem like much of a drive to risk your life."

"To me, it is."

It wasn't a proper answer, not to Ethan. To risk your life like this? Out of nowhere. There must be a motivation. A real reason.
No one could be that kind.
"Look," Sean continued, "You can try to ground me. Lock me in my room. Even try and put me under house arrest. But no matter what you do, I will continue to be The Bolt, with or without your permission."
Ethan sighed, looking to Abigail for what to say next.
Abigail sighed, "We understand your motive. But we're just concerned for your safety. You must understand that. It's how we are, as parents."
"Is there really nothing we can say to stop you?" Ethan asked.
Sean shook his head, "There is nothing you can do. I'm sorry."

Peter closed the door to the experimentation room, walking toward Patrick, who was strapped tightly to a chair, wires stuck into his veins. "What do you plan to do?" Patrick asked, Peter, as he watched him walk passed him and toward a computer screen. He pressed a button, and the wall next to them opened up, showing a glass window that showed the Meta-Mutant strapped down to a chair in the other room.
"I've been considering methods for this process," Peter said, "The last one worked fine, but this is something I would like to try out, the process may make copy and paste somewhat stronger."
"Copy and paste? Is that what you're calling it?"

"Yes, I am," Peter sighed, "Now be quiet."

"When you get what you want, why can't you just let me go?"

Peter turned his head to him, "In case I need you again."

"Peter I'm begging you. I have a wife."

"… This is more important."
"Not to me- agh!" Peter pressed a button, shocking Patrick greatly. Electricity traveled up the wires, and found their way into the other room, moving down to the mutant and shocking him. He screeched in pain. Both Patrick and the mutant's powers flickered. Patrick faded in and out of sight rapidly, and after a moment, the mutant did the same.
"The process is complete, sir," A scientist said, putting a hand on the computer keyboard, "Shall I shut it down?"
"No," Peter said, "I want to see how far I can take this."
The scientist looked unsure, but pulled his hand away from the keyboard. The electricity continued to shock both victims. The energy built up to where it was visible via waves of energy, emitting from the mutant, "Sir, we have to shut it down!" The scientist said.

"Not yet!" He yelled.
Before anyone could say more in retaliation, the room with the mutant was suddenly filled by an explosion. Metal went flying and smoke covered the room. There was dead silence for a full minute.
"…Sir?" Someone finally said.

The mutants hand slammed against the glass, cracking it. A loud, but muffled screech could be heard.
"Call the militia! Get them in here! Everyone else, run!" Peter shouted, rushing for the door and opening it, letting everyone else run through before him, "Go, go, go!" After experiencing the breakout last time, he wanted to be prepared. He had to be.
As the last person left the room, Peter was about to follow when he stopped, and looked back at Patrick, who was still strapped to the chair. Peter looked back and forth between him and the door.
"…Son of a…" He mumbled, running over to Patrick. He unstrapped Patrick's arms, pulling him up from the seat, "Let's go!"
In a startled instant, the mutant broke down the glass wall and jumped through, extending his claws, "MOORISON!" he growled.
"Peter," Patrick said, grabbing him by the shoulder, "Run," Suddenly, the two men vanished from plain sight.

The sound of footsteps ran through the halls, with no one to claim them. The mutant ran through the halls full of rage, chasing after nothing but sound. As he passed by an intersection, Peter and Patrick reappeared behind a vending machine.

Two guards ran into the hall, pointing their guns at the meta-mutant, "Freeze!"
The mutant growled, jumping to them and stabbing them through the chest with his claws, and dropping them, leaving Peter and Patrick in shock.
They watched the mutant look around, searching for his prey, before he vanished from sight.
"…I think he's gone," Patrick said.

Suddenly Peter is grabbed and thrown up to the wall, pinned. Patrick feels something smack him and he hits the ground. The mutant reappears, growling softly, "Peeeeeteeeer," He said, "Yooooou are to blaaaaame."
Patrick got back up and looked around, seeing the taser strapped to the dead guard's waist. He crawled over as fast as he could and grabbed it, turning it on and throwing himself to his feet.
"L-listen!" Peter said desperately, "You don't have to do this!"
"Neither diiiid yooooou," The mutant said, "But thaaat didn't stoooooop youuuu."
Patrick tan over and stabbed the taser into the mutant, turning it on at full power. The mutant screeched and let Peter go. Composing himself, he turned invisible and ran.
Patrick dropped the taser and let out a sigh of relief, "That was too close," Patrick said, looking to where the mutant vanished from, "Sorry, old friend."
Peter walked over and grabbed the taser, jabbing it into Patrick's back and sending him to the ground, "…Likewise," He said.

Sean rushed through the opening doors of L.S. Laboratories, looking at everyone being treated by medics, he saw Peter and Rose at the front desk, a medic patching up Peters cut on his face. He ran over to him, calling his name, "Peter!" he said, stopping in front of him, "The news says there was an accident, are you ok?"
"Yes, I am," Peter said, glancing to the medic, hinting at them to leave. When they did, Peter lowered his voice, to avoid being heard by the nearby news crew, "We have a serious situation, Sean. The Meta-Mutant escaped."
"What?" He said, worry weighing heavy in his voice, "How did he escape?"
"We were trying a new formula to cure him. But he reacted badly to it and instead it gave him an adrenaline boost. He broke out and killed two guards."

"Oh my god," Sean sighed, putting a hand to his mouth. He took a moment to think before putting his hand down and speaking again, "I'll see what I can do to find him. You keep the news crew busy. Feed them what they want."

"Good idea," He nodded, walking over to the news crew.

Sean was about to exit the lab, when Rose put a hand on his shoulder, "He's lying," She said quickly.
Sean turned around slowly and took a step closer to her, "What?"
"I said he's lying," She said, "The mutant did break out during an experiment, but it wasn't to cure him."

"Then what was it?"

Rose bit her lip, looking over to Peter and back, "I can't say for sure. But believe me, it's something he doesn't want us knowing about."
"Us? Not even you know?"

"No, I don't."

Sean took a moment to think about what she was saying, "…why are you telling me this?"

Rose sighed, "Keeping these secrets doesn't feel right anymore."

Nodding, Sean walked passed her and into the hallways.

The destruction was like the last breakout months back. Claw marks on the walls, blood spots every couple yards. Sean ducked under the 'keep out' tape and leaped over a pile of debris. He had come to the lab so frequently, several of the scientists knew him, well enough to at least say hello. As he checked up on the victims of the breakout, he stopped by a glass window. Inside was a testing room, with broken computers, scorched walls and floor, a chair in the center all but destroyed. The scenery reminded him of something, but he couldn't remember what.
Sean saw a scientist start to pass by him, one he recognized, and stopped him, "Hey Dr. Tennant."
Dr. Tennant turned around and greeted him with a smile, "Hey there, Sean. How's the internship going?" He said in a Scottish accent.
"Good," Sean said, "I was hoping I could talk to you for a second. You mind?"

"A full conversation? With you?"

Sean chuckled, "I know I'm usually just in and out. Peter always has me running around."

"I bet so. So, what can I do for you?"

Sean took a moment to compose himself, "That room, the one that's burnt and broken. What happened in there?"
Dr. Tennant took a moment to examine the room he was addressing, before coming up with an answer, "I'm not sure. I only started working here a year ago. I haven't been here long enough to be trusted with classified information. All that I know about the room is that it's a secret in plain sight."
Sean looked back to the room in curiosity, squinting his eyes slightly to examine it, "…interesting," he said, "Thanks."

Victor awoke to the sound of a phone ringing. He rubbed his eyes and picked up the phone on his drawers, answering it with a somewhat groggy voice, "This is Victor," he said.
"Victor," Said the voice, "It's me, Chief Banks. I wanted to talk to you about something important. Can you come down to the station?"
"What's this about?"

"Your reinstatement."

Chief Banks opened the door to his office, letting Victor enter and sit at the chair across from his desk. Banks sat down with a sigh, "How have you been?"
"Considering?" Victor responded, "Fine."
"Right," Banks leaned forward, "Let's cut to the chase. Ever since the event with Bolt and The Flash, I've been doing a lot of coping, thinking, and considering. And I've come to a conclusion."
"Which is?"

"You were right."
Victor took a moment to make sure he heard him right, raising an eyebrow, "Come again?"
"Don't make me say it again," Banks said, "You defended The Bolt when I ordered him dead on sight. It wasn't …a good thing to do. I admit. I judged too quickly. He's saved a lot of lives. So, I gave it a thought, and decided that you deserve something. I'd like to reinstate you in the police force detective."
Victor smirked, nodding his head, "I would like that very much, chief," he stood up from his chair and shook his hand.

Victor stepped out of the precinct with a smile on his face. He opened his hand and saw the badge in his hand. It was hard to believe someone like Banks could change, even somewhat. It was nice.
"Hey Phillips!" and officer said, opening the door to a police car, "Let's get going!"

Victor took the wheel, the officer sat in the passenger seat beside him. Banks thought a patrol through the city would be a good way to ease him back onto the force. "Good to have you back, Phillips," The officer said, "Everyone on the force has been wondering when Banks would reinstate you. A couple of us have apologies to give you."
"More than a couple, I bet," Victor said, "I'm just glad Banks has decided to lighten up a bit. DO you have any idea as to why he hates Meta-Humans? I've been trying to figure it out for a while."

"Not sure. Some of the guys have theories though. Maybe a meta killed his wife."

"He's still married."

"Well then I got nothing."
Victor pulled the police car over to a deli, the other officer opened his door, "I'll get us some food. Be right back," he said, leaving the car and closing the door.
Victor sat alone in the car, admiring his badge. Suddenly a blur of lightning entered the car, The Bolt sat in the front passenger seat beside Victor.
"Hey," Bolt said, "Good to see you."
"Good to see you too," Victor said, "What are you doing here?"

"I saw you driving around, I'm happy you got your job back," Bolt sighed, "Victor I am so sorry. It was my fault you even lost your job in the first place"
"It's ok," Victor said, "I guess we were both at fault. I shouldn't have blamed you. It was my choice."

"So …we're both idiots."

Victor laughed, "Yeah I guess we are."
The other officer knocked on the door, pointing at Bolt, "Hey That's my seat!"

"Sorry!" Bolt said.
A sudden screech caught them off guard. They looked forward and saw The Meta-Mutant, standing just a few yards away, "Uh oh," Bolt said. As the Mutant jumped into the air, Bolt sped himself, Victor and the officer away from the car, and to the sidewalk as the mutant landed on the vehicle, crushing it.
The officer reached for his radio, "We need back up on 5th and Garrick! I repeat! Backup on 5th and Garrick!"
Bolt stood up and gestured the two to stay back, before approaching the Mutant, "Listen to me!" he said to him, "You don't have to hurt anyone! Let me help you!"
"No!" The mutant shouted, "Nooo more help! No moooore!" The mutant hopped off the car and smacked it, sending it toward Bolt, who shot electricity at it. The energy forced the car to quickly stop, landing on the ground with a thud. "Stop it! Please!" Bolt yelled.
The mutant leaped over the car and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him up. Bolt pressed a button on his belt, and a light flickered on and off, "I-I don't want to fight you!"
"I Don't waaant to goooo back!" The Mutant said, throwing Bolt to the ground and stomping on him. Claws extended from his toes and started poking at him.
"And I don't want to hurt you, but if I have to, I will!" He put his hand onto the mutant's ankle, firing off electricity. The shock forced the mutant to release his foot from Bolt, who jumped up and sent an uppercut to his chin. He was sent flying into another car, destroying it.
"Bolt," Victor said, "Anything we can do to help?!"

"Not against this guy, officer," Bolt said, "Unless you have a massive taser in that belt."
The mutant stood up from the wreckage, suddenly turning invisible.
"What?" Bolt asked aloud, "Since when can he …" And then it hit him.

And sent him flying.

The sudden attack sent him crashing into a nearby wall, fatigued as he hit the ground. He crawled to a lamppost and hung onto it, trying to stand himself up as the mutant approached.
A purple light crashed down between the two, and blasted the mutant back with a violet energy. Virtue stood on guard with her fists glowing, "You ok?" She asked.
"I'll live!" Bolt said, standing up and taking his place beside his partner, "He can turn invisible now."
Virtue glanced at him, "Just like Patrick?"

"Just like Patrick."

The two Meta's looked around, but found the mutant to be nowhere in sight. All that remained was the damage he did.
"Trouble just follows you, doesn't it?" Victor said.

The Bolt shrugged, having no other answer for him.

Sean busted into Peter's office, his fists clenched tightly. Peter looked up at him in confusion at first, but then understood what was happening, "You encountered the mutant," Peter confirmed.
"I did," Sean said, "And it had Patrick's ability to vanish! So, I'm only going to ask you one time! What did you do?!"
Peter stood up slowly, and spoke soft, but clearly, "I don't know."
"Bull-crap!" Sean said, "You gave him Patrick's Powers and who knows who else's! And now he's out there, more dangerous than before!"

"I'm not at liberty to tell you anything Sean. If you don't like it, then quit. The police like you now, so I'm not obligated to help them track you with the satellite. I have no bargain chips. So, what's your move?"
Sean thought about this for a second, sighing, "You are so full of it. Just when I think I can trust you, you prove me wrong. Continuously."

"What exactly are you saying-?"

"What I am saying is that though I may be working with you, I know now, that I can never trust you."

"You don't have to trust me. I can't seem to trust you either. If you hate me, get a new partner. Like Virtue for example. Were you ever going to bring her up? Or how about your new ability? Don't think I don't notice these things."
Sean stared at him silently, before speaking, "I'm not at liberty to tell you anything, Peter," With that, he sped out of the office, shutting the door tight behind him.
Peter sighed and stood from his desk, leaving the room quietly. He started roaming the halls, passing by and ignoring everyone who greeted him. He eventually came by the holding lab, where the meta's were being kept. Carefully, he entered the room, and examined the Meta-Humans, each in their own cell. Looking over to the one holding Patrick, he pulled up a chair and sat in front of the glass separating them.
"Patrick," Peter said, catching his attention. Patrick turned his gaze to Peter, and sat against the far wall of his cell, "What do you want?"
"I wanted to say…" He hesitated, "Thank you, for saving my life earlier today. And to ask you a question."
"What question?'

"Why?"

Silence emerged between them. For a minute, neither of them said anything, as Peter tried to see what was going on in Patrick's head. Finally, Patrick broke the silence and spoke, "Because I'm a decent person. I may hate you, but that doesn't mean I want you dead."
Peter smirked, "So the good old days still get to you?"

"Yeah, they do," he answered, "Back when it was simple. Back when it was easy, and sometimes fun. Back when I could still see my wife. But after what happened, after that pod …it became a nightmare."
"It became what it needed to be."

"You don't believe that. Why else would you be talking to me?"
"He has a point," Jack said from his cell, ease dropping on them.

Peter stood from his chair and backed up, observing all three cells, "You three don't understand what is happening here."
"Because you never told us," Alex spoke up, "We're left in the dark while you take a dark turn."

"Someday you'll understand," Peter said as he left for the door, "I'm protecting this city."

Sean shut the door to his house gently, taking a seat on the living room couch. He sighed, letting himself melt into the cushions. He had tried so many times to see the best in Peter. And so many times, Peter disappointed him. He always hid something, did something wrong, or ignored something obvious. Sean couldn't continue to forgive him again and again. But he had no proof that Peter was doing anything terrible. The paradox drove him mad.
Ethan entered the room awkwardly, taking a seat on the couch next to Sean, locking his fingers together and letting out a sigh, "So," he started, "How was your day?"
"Complicated," Sean said, "As is the rest of my life."

"I see," Ethan looked around awkwardly, before trying to lock his gaze on Sean, "So, what is it like? The super speed?"
Sean sat forward, intrigued by the question, it being the only one he's asked that didn't question his morals, "Like nothing else. It's like feeling a surge run through your whole body, giving you power. Making you feel like you can do anything?"
"And can you?" Ethan questioned, "Do anything?"

Sean sighed, finally understanding the relevance of his question, "Dad, you need to understand that nothing you say will stop me."
"You may have speed but that doesn't make you invincible."

"It doesn't make me powerless either. I know my limits. But sometimes I have to push them and you need to get that."

"I'm just worried about you," Ethan sat forward, "I'm worried you'll get hurt."

"The world isn't safe, so yeah, I'll get hurt. As may you. That doesn't mean I should lock myself away for my safety."
Ethan didn't know how to proceed in the conversation. He had basically beaten Ethan at every turn. In defeat, he sat back with a sigh, sitting in silence with his adopted son.

Olive sat in the Storm Center, typing away at the computer. Now that the mutant could make itself disappear, it was going to be much harder to track. Without heat sensor technology, the only way to track him was to use Sean's mask lenses. She sighed, making a few pens and pencils levitate with her powers, purely out f of boredom. "Come on Mr. Mutant, where are you?" She asked aloud.
She looked to her costume, which sat folded on the desk. It was somewhat strange having a second identity. It was like being someone completely differen.t Without a face to be seen, the rules didn't apply to her. She could do anything as Virtue.
This must be how Sean felt.

Olive suddenly focused on one of the traffic cams, seeing the mutant appear out of thin air. She immediately grabbed her phone and texted Sean.

Sean opened his phone as it vibrated, and read the message.

7thand Wallace! Mutant! Go!

Sean's eyes widened as he sped out of the room as fast as possible, leaving Ethan shocked and confused.

The Bolt arrived at 7th and Wallace, seeing the Mutant just standing there, not really doing anything.
"Are you waiting for someone or what?" Bolt baited.
The Mutant turned around, standing up straight, and clenching his fists.

"Myyy mind is clear," he said, "I know …what I must do," With that, he jumped high into the air, directly over Bolts head, and made his way down the street.
"Hey! Wait for me!" Bolt yelled, speeding after him.

The Mutant landed directly in front of the doors to L.S. Labs, looking up at the buildings logo. People all around him screamed in terror, running away and calling 911. The scientists inside the building watched the creature from the door and windows.
Bolt sped between him and the door, his hands sparking with electricity, "Don't take another step further. I'm not letting you kill any more people."
"The only person …I want dead …is Morrison," the Mutant spoke.

"He doesn't have to die."

"Yes …he does," The Mutant leaped forward, and Bolt sped out of the way. Stopping his to his right, he blasted the mutant with lightning, sending him smacking into the wall. The mutant quickly recovered, and took a step backward, phasing into the wall.
"The heck?!" Bolt said, "…Alex," Bolt understood. Patrick wasn't the only one Peter experimented on.
The Mutant came rising from the grounf below Bot and punched him square in the chest, sending him up into the air. As he came back down, The Mutant caught him by the neck and pinned him to a nearby wall, "Sean ..You don't …understand," He said.
"Then help me understand!" He said, "Who are you?!"
The mutant blinked several times, and took a small breath, before he spoke a name that shattered Bolt's world.

"…Randolph …Warren …"

Bolt widened his eyes under the mask, ceasing his struggle due to sheer shock, "Randolph? What did he do to you?"
Warren leaned in close, and spoke quietly, "SpeedofLight2024," he said, then threw Bolt to the side, before jumping into the air, and vanishing from sight.

Bolt for a moment chose not to move from his spot. Instead he just decided to lay there, purely in shock. The mutant was Randolph. The mysterious figure in the video. The man Patrick saw when he snuck in. But why? Why was he mutated this way? Was it Peter? Did he do this to him? Or just take advantage of it? One thing is certain.

Sean can never trust Peter, ever again.

Sean sped into the Storm Center with a huff, ripping off his mask and throwing it aside, "Whoa hey!" Olive said, "What's wrong?"
"Randolph Warren," Sean said, "The Mutant is Randolph Warren. All this time!"

"What? How?"

"I don't know," Sean sighed, "But he said something to me …before he left…hold on," Sean goes over to the computer and plugs in the flash drive, given to him by Charley months back. As he tried accessing the other files, they were locked, requesting a password. Sean thought a moment before typing, SpeedofLight2024.

The files unlocked

The Bolt

Sean sat on the roof of the Storm Center. It was late, the only light coming from buildings and street lamps. He kept his gaze to the sky, staring at the stars as he lost himself in thought loop, thinking about what had happened. Randolph. He's been the key to everything, and he's been here all along.
A figure sped onto the roof, leaving a brief trail of orange/yellow lightning. The man sighed and zipped up his jacket, "It's cold here," Barry said.
"Hey," Sean said, standing up, "Thanks for coming."

"So, we have info to trade, you first," Barry insisted.

Sean sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. The flash drive I told you about. I unlocked the files."

"And?"

"And their schematics. Plans, prototypes for a machine, to give people abilities. It's dirt on L.S Labs that I can use against them. Randolph Warren was collecting it, to use against them. But they found out and …well, it's complicated."

"That's…what I wanted to talk about," Barry said, "The reason me and my team don't trust L.S. Labs is because they tried to get me to work with them. They wanted to study me."

"What for?"

Barry's silence scared Sean.

"Barry, what is it?" Sean asked again.

Though he resisted, Barry gave in, and spoke.

"They wanted to create their own speedster."

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