The not so abandoned warehouse - Saturday

[badassprodigy]

So. Barry was definitely Barry this weekend. In fact he wasn't even a berry.

He wasn't sure why the island had decided not to fuck with him this weekend but since it didn't he was going to take full advantage of it.

So he was situated in his lab studying his sensors trying to puzzle out what the fuck was going on.

[Open for SP. Distractions would be very welcome.]

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Arthur aimed at the guns as soon as they appeared. Then tried to dream up a bigger gun (and ignore the smug voice of Eames in the back of his head), and frowned when he failed.

"And you might want to stop with the being intentionally clueless, since I have a feeling you're not. If you know what's going on or you want to figure it out, let me in. Otherwise just go ahead and shoot me, and I'll find out on my own."

Assuming of course they weren't too deeply sedated. It's a chance he'd take, even if he really did hate going in blind.

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"Drop the gun and you can come inside," Barry replied. "No one here wants to hurt you."

[voiceoverdue]

"No?" Arthur asked wryly, eyeing the guns still pointing at him.