All The Time in the World [1] // the flash

33: Beginning of an End

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Gen stood outside, her long black trench coat hugged her shivering figure. Her damp hair framed her face, some of the rain drops falling from the gloomy clouds above mixed with the tears that slipped down her rosy cheeks. She tried finding shelter under a big pack tree, but she couldn't get a good view of the funeral from there...

four days prior

No one expected it to snow that night. It was early November and the news reporters had said warm weather most of the month. Small snowflakes covered Central City like a thin blanket. People watched from windows and street curbs as the little flecks of snow fluttered down covering every inch of the city. Although Central City was a winter wonderland, the outskirts of the lively city was bare and cold. It was like traveling from Santa's workshop to the deadly glaciers of Antarctica.

South of the city stood a plane graveyard. It used to be a private airport in the 80's, but has since closed its gates. Apparently not a lot of people own private jets in Central City. Nevertheless, the giant metal hangars all stood locked,bolted, and painted. Except for one of course. Sure graffiti covered almost ever inch of it, but a sense of warmth radiated from it. Not so much a warm fuzzy feeling, but actual heat. At the foot of the door lay a broken chain and lock.

Inside was anything but warm and friendly. Gen and Barry sat on metal chairs, their arms and legs bound to the chairs. Both sat conscious, but gagged. Gen sat calm in her chair, her eyes darting around and her mind racing to think of a solution for them. Barry on the other hand was wild. He kept trying to vibrate his way through his binds, only failing each attempt.

Gen had managed to push the gag out with her tongue and licked her lips, tasting the grassy taste of the gag. She cringed and shook her head. "It's no use Barry. Whatever your trying to do obviously isn't working. These binds are tied very tightly."

His only response was a deep glare in her direction. Rolling her eyes Gen said, "I know you still hate me, but if we plan on getting out of here our best bet is to work together. Okay?" At her words, Barry stopped struggling and a muffled sigh was heard. He nodded and slouched in his chair. With a nod of gratitude, Gen went back to work.

So at the moment she was barefoot, nothing there could help them. Usually her pocket knife was in her boot. The simplest of rags hugged her body. She didn't even have a hair tie on her wrist or in her hair. Sighing in frustration she studied Barry. He was still fully dressed, shoes and all, and something was in his pocket.

She raised her eyebrow and gestured to his pocket. "What's in there? Your pocket I mean?" Can it be useful?" Looking down at his lap, realization seemed to hit him. He quickly looked up and nodded his head vigorously. A small smile tugged at her lips and she nodded.