Chapter 2

[Outskirts of Central City—Interstate 32]

Even as Cisco headed for his car and the night's adventures so to speak, a slender feminine rider wove her way through the freeway traffic. Through her helmet's tinted visor, she surveyed the entire scene in front of herself. Occasionally she'd tire of tailgating some snail in the passing lane and skirt around them.

Lisa Snart morosely pushed her bike ahead down the blacktop. Since Leonard had killed their father, she had considered it a chance at a new start. She'd thought that she could try some jobs both on her own and in concert with the big brother and Mick Rory.

That was before Leonard and Mick decided to take off with some guy claiming to be a time traveler. That was some fight between the two siblings to say the least.

Then she discovered her heart wasn't into the heists she had tried to pull on her own. For some reason, she'd felt the pangs of something unfamiliar during those times. She actually felt her conscience nagging at her. She'd roll her eyes and keep going on that front….

…at least until she could almost feel someone's disapproval….

Cisco! Damn it! Why does he have to be so hot? What is it about him that's eating at you, Woman? Stop it! She shook her head in frustration. For some reason, the Latino inventor had some power over her. Where others' words and admonitions bounced off of her tough girl's armor, his gentle words and trust in her ripped through to her heart. She actually regretted helping Leonard to betray the Flash of all things because of Cisco's anger….

…and then there were those eyes….

Damn!

She signaled and veered over to the right. Her stomach admittedly was growling. Her irritating conscience distracted her to say the least. Being in Central City didn't help either for that matter. She decided to deal with one of those issues to say the least.

[Rest Area—Twenty minutes later]

Fresh off a quick zip through the drive thru of a Big Belly Burger, Lisa sat warily at a picnic table while considering her options. She didn't have many options. She really couldn't check into a hotel without sending up a red flag to CCPD. She imagined that the plastic in her wallet had similar alerts on them as well.

She bit into her cheddar BBQ burger furiously. Why do you care? Just pull a stupid job already and get some cash! Then speed out of town before the damn Flash can stop you!

Because he won't approve. That's why…. her conscience rebutted.

Who the Hell cares what Cisco thinks? He's sweet and cute but he's deluded and naïve! Even Lenny's abandoned me so what the Hell, right? I have my golden gun. I can do what I have to. Screw it! She slapped the table angrily. Stop it already! She glanced around to make sure nobody had seen her doing that.

Fortunately the only other people in the rest area seemed to be engrossed in their own conversation on the opposite end of the grassy field.

Cool it. You'll draw a crowd. She sucked a draught of cherry limeade through her straw allowing the balanced cherry sweetness and lime tartness entice her taste buds. "Nice." She sampled the hot saltiness from her French fries allowing her tongue to add that section to the fast food symphony therein. For some reason she never understood, it didn't matter how much money she had from jobs or otherwise, she still preferred this stuff to so-called "fine" high-brow cuisine.

After all she was a working girl….

Sis, live it up, will you? Indulge in the finer things when we can afford to do so. When life presents you with an opportunity, take advantage, Cold's voice seemed to tell her.

Then she could almost feel Cisco's disapproval hammering at her again.

STOP IT ALREADY! He's just one guy! Okay? You've been with others. Hell Nick Masters had more money…emphasis on had. Tony Simons was good for a couple of great nights. Yeah he was a sleaze bag but the ride was awesome while it lasted. And Matt Reynolds…yeah baby! He took me around the world, wined and dined me thinking he was so cool for school. She reveled in that….

…until the memory of how Reynolds hit her crashed into her bliss…leaving her to recall the bruises, a severe cut across her left shoulder to match the scar on the right one and a black eye…

And that wasn't the end of it after Leonard discovered what had happened. To say he went all "Ice Age" on Reynolds was a massive understatement. He literally dropped planning a heist he was involved with and pissed Rory off in the process. He jetted across the country tracking down the bastard in a frosty fury. When he found her unfortunate assailant, Leonard took his time making sure the bastard felt every bit of pain imaginable….

…every bit….

From what she understood, the Seattle PD still were trying to figure out how Reynolds could've had icy shafts rammed through his chest, groin and arms in the middle of July.

I can't be with one guy. Too much risk of commitment. Life's meant to be wild and free anyhow, right? Lenny bolted. You can too. Go and have fun! She smirked at herself feeling her inner wild child surging to the surface. She finished the remainder of her sandwich with an almost saucy manner. Almost playfully, she wadded the wrap into a small ball and tossed it into the nearby trash can. She dipped a French fry into the ketchup and savored it slowly. Over and over, she repeated the almost ritual sacrifice. A final splash of drink washed her throat clean. She dumped the remaining trash and returned toward her cycle.

Fun awaited…not to mention some guy to help her forget….