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Bart had regained most feeling in his arms and legs and knew he needed to get out of there; Thawne was crazy, a glance down at his arm, which had just been heavily bandaged by one of the doctors, told him this. He wanted to run. Though he wasn't sure he could; blood loss had caused him to feel lightheaded, disorientated and weak, plus, the whole building was swarmed with people trained to take him down. There was also the small problem that his arm hurt like hell. But he had to try. Thawne had his back to the kid, carefully looking over a device of some sort; it looked a bit like a helmet. Bart glanced around, no one had their eye on him, but the guards were at the door so no getting out. He then noticed the doctor's blooded scalpel and tweezers on a small table to the side of him. With some difficulty he reached over with his good arm and snatched up the scalpel with nothing but a small grunt of pain before placing it in his trouser pocket. No one had seen him; Bart smiled slightly as Thawne walked back towards him with the helmet thing in his hand.
"Well son, I tried reasoning with you. Making you see that by work is crucial. But you wouldn't listen. So now you'll help me without even realising it." He nodded to a man-in-black who came up behind Bart and gripped him around the shoulders, pushing him into a sitting position. The kid let out a sharp shout of pain. His eyes shifted between his grandfather and the helmet device.
"You're probably wondering what this is Bart." He stayed silent, so Thawne continued "It's a sort of mind control device. Well, more of a body control device; it's a very complicated piece of equipment but I'll give you the basics. When placed on your head your mind will enter a comatose state. But your body, will be under my control completely."
"No!" Bart exclaimed while subtly reaching into his pocket, if this was going to be his last conscious moment, he'd take some of the mad man with him.
"Any last words before you lose all sense of reality?"
"Yeah. Fuck you asshole." He said plunging the scalpel deep into his grandfather's forearm.
"AHHH! You little shit!" Thawne shouted passing the helmet to one of the doctors who'd come running to his aid and pulling out the scalpel.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" Bart replied weakly with a smirk.
Thawne glared at him and addressed the doctor "Get that on him. Now!"
The kid struggled against the iron grip of the man holding him up, his head was held firmly in place and the helmet was placed securely over his head. It had a visor that went over his eyes and he felt something pierce the top of his spine before he became lost in his own unconsciousness.
The helmet beeped to indicate everything had been a success and Thawne smiled through the pain in his arm, which was now being stitched and bandaged.
"Bart, I'd like you to stand up and follow me. Do you understand?" he stood up and nodded his head.
"Good." Thawne said, satisfied by the response. "Then let's go" with that he walked towards the door of the medical bay and his grandson followed behind like a faithful puppy.
Meanwhile, in the air Victor noted a number of incoming aircraft.
"Boss, this isn't good. We've got company."
"Don't look so worried Vic, this things got enough ammunition to bring down an entire air force." Ollie replied.
"Wow. Really?"
"No. But we'll be fine. We've just got to be tactical. This craft was built for stealth and agility, we can outwit them. Plus we'll act as a distraction for Aquaman; with all their attention on us, he should be able to slip in under the radar and find Impulse. How long until the bogies reach us?"
"Approximately 9 minutes Arrow."
"Okay, bring the torpedoes and missiles online. They want a fire fight? Well they're gonna get one!"
"I've got IDs on the incoming aircraft; 4 Chinese J-10s, wonder where they stole those from."
"Good, okay Vic, do a background check; find their weaknesses, how to cause engine failure, that sort of thing. I don't want to cause any enemy deaths if we can help it." Ollie ordered.
"Okay Boss" Vic said connecting himself to the Global Security Military Aircraft Database. "Got it." He said bringing up an image of the J-10 onto Oliver's own screen. "If we hit them here with a missile the engine should cut out almost immediately, causing the craft to lose power and altitude. And if we aim here" he said indicating to the area under the left wing "we should be able to knock the engines offline. If all that fails; a torpedo to the underside will blow them out of the sky. That's the worst case scenario though…obviously."
"Good work Cy. They won't know what hit 'em!" Arrow said confidently and then added with a more serious tone "and then we get down there; we find Bart and we bring down the bastards who've got him, starting with his apparent 'grandfather'"
"I'm with you man, ETA 7 minutes. Get ready."
Dun dun dunn, sorry that chapter was a bit short, but yeah so let me know what ya think [: thanks :D