[Chen's POV]
"It's a long story. . ." I whispered, the intensity of everything slowly starting to melt away.
I felt. . . drained. My laptop was resting in my lap, the most recent message still showing on the luminescent screen. My mom was safe. The leader of Kota let her go in exchange for me getting Barry to spare him. The only problem I had left was that they still had my info, and there was absolutely no way I could assure my safety from then on out.
"Then let us know where we can find you. Since you probably already know where to find us," the voice spoke.
Should I trust them? I've done enough blind action lately. . . I need stability.
But if the one at Trial was the Flash, would they really want to hurt me? It didn't make sense to have a hero want to kill me just because I got in his tech.
Either way, I only had two options: get myself away from them and face the rest of this on my own. . . or risk my safety now and hopefully get some help against whoever could come after me.
". . . I'll meet you."
I pulled up another tab, quickly finding my way to the source of the broadcast.
"STAR labs, right?" I asked, not moving my eyes from the address I had read.
There was a pause before I got a reply.
"Yes. Will we need to worry about you sabotaging us? Are you alone?"
"I'm alone," I assured them, standing from my cozy spot of terror from the past 24 hours. "And if I wanted to do anything to you, I would've by now. I'm just. . . stuck right now, and explaining it to you should benefit us both."
Maybe I'll get lucky and one of you can be my new, much-needed therapist.
"Great. It would be nice to meet our. . . mystery hacker."
And with that, the voices ceased, and I knew they had shut it down. All I could do now was get ready to meet the team behind Central City's guardian angel, hoping they won't see me as a reckless idiot or a heartless dark web criminal.
//
The drive wasn't more than twenty minutes long, but it felt more like sixty. I really had no idea what I was doing.
After parking on the west side of the building, I approached the entrance, glancing up at the logo: STAR LABORATORIES. The place was just as impressive on the inside as it was on the outside. Large glass windows let in plenty of light with a sophisticated sort of feel, while brilliant modern designs shaped the perfect lobby and front desk.
I soon was able to check in and make my way through the elevator to the right floor. Although it took me a while to find the hallway, I eventually did, and I stopped in the doorway to what I assumed was the main lab. My eyes began to scan the room.
There's a ring of monitors there, and a separate area for what must be some sort of infirmary. Books, notes, shelves of equipment. . .this is definitely a lab.
In addition to the layout of the room, a few scientists were there also. A young, brown haired female, an older, nerdy looking guy in a wheelchair, and a long haired Latino dude with a "Bazinga!" T-Shirt.
