The Not-so-abandoned Warehouse: Thursday Evening

[badassprodigy]

Barry was back in his portion of his warehouse running experiments on a certain device which was sitting in the middle of a block of ice.

While he waited for the results on the most recent readings, he did something he hadn't done for a while which was initiate a connection to his remote lab back in his home dimension. He had shut down most of the operating equipment there but for one reason or another he was looking at the GPS tracking system he had in place for his friends and family. (Some people might call it an invasion of privacy but Barry had reasons, okay?) Looking at his scanner he could see the two blips for his mother and father. There was another two blips which were practically on top of each other representing Jeremy and Roxie and then... there was the single blip for Sara.

Barry stared at the screen for few moments taking it all in before terminating the connection and going back to his experiment. This was no time to be homesick or missing people.

There was science to do.

In a fancy hat.

As you do.

[Open Warehouse. Open Post. Subject to SP this evening.]

Comments

[spin_kick_snap]

"Stunning rays require a different kind of aim," Kathy said. "Or, rather, I think so. And--you can? Are you sure?" She gave him a hesitant smile. "I didn't come knocking on your warehouse door expecting to get presents, Barry. Or need them to be convinced you're a decent guy."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"You didn't even know someone was even in my fucking warehouse," Barry said shaking his head. "And this isn't a present. It's to prevent you from getting fucking shot because someone isn't afraid of a ribbon coming at their head. I mean you look fast and can handle a fight but I'm guessing your not immune to bullets. I've made some lightweight material that will provide you better protection."

...

"And we can make a better mask and find you a voice modulator."

[spin_kick_snap]

"I'm not really worried about anyone recognizing my voice," Kathy said with a shrug. "I mean, I highly that I'll be recognized in Baltimore. But I'm not going to turn down help."

It was hard, though. She still felt she ought to turn it down, if for no other reason than because she didn't want Barry to feel as if he had to give her things. On the other hand, he sincerely seemed to want to help, which meant that refusing might offend him.

In the end, necessity won over politeness. She couldn't afford to be coy when she really might run into guns.

"Thank you. I really am grateful the help. I'm trying not to be stupid about this, so... Anything you can offer to help keep me in one piece is much appreciated."