The Flash: Broken Bonds: A West-Allen Family Story

Chapter Thirty-Two: Iris West-Allen

Chapter Thirty-Two: Iris West-Allen

Central City, 2019, City Hall,

Iris and Killer Frost moved quietly through the disheveled City Hall, careful to listen for any noise that would indicate a trap. They passed through several rooms and hallways, all of which were abandoned and empty, and seemed to be either untouched or had just been passed through by the villains, leaving little indicator that they had been there. The only reason that they continued the way that they were going was because the pulling of the little shard of Savitar's suit told them that it was the right direction.

Think Iris, what are they up to?

" Are we going to find them this week?" Frost asked impatiently.

" We still have Cisco running reconnaissance. He'll radio us if he finds anything. Between the three of us we have to find them soon; I mean, this place isn't that big." Iris replied, carefully shining her flashlight ahead of them.

They turned the corner and found the entrance to the courtroom, both of them freezing at the sight before them.

Sections of the walls surrounding them were missing, charred black and blown into tiny crumbs that covered the previously delicate and untouched flooring, which now had numerous large footprints through it (no doubt from Savitar). A lighting fixture above them flickered as it hung half-way out of the ceiling, filing cabinets flung halfway across the room from where they normally resided, small splinters of metal from them lining a nearby wall. Court papers were strewn everywhere as well, torn and destroyed.

Worst of all, three bodies laid outside the entrance to the Courtroom, horrifyingly lifeless.

" Two of them seem like Savitar's work," Frost said, looking at the scene, noting the stab wounds on them.

" What happened to the third?" Iris asked, unable to even look at it.

Frost waited a moment, having an inside conversation with Caitlin.

" Katy says that the bodies look burned. Blah blah blah some kind of weapon or meta-human most likely that turns people into human kabobs."

This sure would be a good time to have a CSI around...

Iris carefully picked up the man's ID, which had fallen on the ground next to his body.

James McCoy.

" Does James McCoy ring any bells for you?" she asked.

" Nope, never heard of him." Frost shrugged.

" Me neither..."

Why would they break in to kill a couple of low profile people?

" Either way, I think we know where they went," said Frost, gesturing to the large set of heavy doors before them, one of which hung loosely on its hinge.

" Wait," Iris warned, putting her hand out to stop Frost from walking through them.

" We need to talk to Cisco first."

As Frost rolled her eyes, Iris pulled out her walkie talkie.

" Cisco, can you hear me?"

A moment went by before Cisco's voice crackled through the speaker.

" 10-4 trucker buddy."

" Really?" Iris frowned.

" What?"

Iris really didn't feel like she needed to respond to that one.

" Okay, okay. I read you."

" Good. We found somewhere Zoom and Savitar were at least," Iris said, looking at the devastation around her.