A certain not-so-abandoned warehouse - Friday after classes...

[badassprodigy]

Last week while Barry had been doing a survey of the island, he had found a perfect location for his new lab/workshop in the land of abandoned warehouses on the Southwestern portion of the island. The space was perfect and the power supply was... well he was going to upgrade that anyway.

After making arrangements through a Portalocity approved shipping service, Barry was all set to move in and was waiting for his shipment to arrive and get his lab set up.

The only problem being that someone had already locked up the warehouse with a series of sophisticated locks and alarm devices.

"Fuck that!"

Which is why Barry was in the process of bypassing those locks and alarms to get to his warehouse before his lab equipment arrived.

Except he might have tripped one tiny-itty-bitty motion sensor detector. Oops.

[For two people in particular... Also NFB]

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[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"I'm on the radio every week. I'll apologize if I fucking have to but it's usually fine as long as no one touches my stuff," Barry replied with a twitch. "And wait... you two are from fucking different worlds? We'll then I'll need the same information from you as well as the schematics and power source information on your satellite."

Barry was geeking out on the inside. Two different worlds and technology.

Oh, yeah baby.

And he was totally going to have to figure out this language of theirs. Just to make sure they weren't cussing at him in a different language.