Soulmates in any universe or time 《 Wattys 2018 》

The plan

It had been two days since Dinah told the cops what she found out, they weren't doing a damned thing to get her back, they had the address, they said "We can't just go get her back, the tip, it could be a lie, and it's technically out of our jurisdiction." But I had other plans instead of waiting around for them to actually do something.

Make the plan.

The day after finding out the address, I did what anyone would've done, I made a plan, I knew the cops would tip toe around because of stupid guidelines, laws and rules, I had finally perfected what I called the cold gun, I was going to get her back, with or without the help of the cops.

A week had passed, I knew with each day it was getting less and less likely she'd be found alive, they weren't going to go to that address, so I was going to, and I was determined to get my Canary back, so I started to plan.

Execute the plan. Part one (Getting inside)

As soon a I knew Quentin and Dinah had fallen asleep, I grabbed my father's old parka, putting on the safety goggles I used when I was testing the cold gun, I knew what I was getting myself into, I adjusted my cold gun in a holster I made for it on my thigh, and I snuck out.

Just outside of Central City, there was a wooded piece of land, really eerie, not even graveyard eerie, I mean like clear sky, no stars, wrong turn meets jumpscare eerie.

I arrived at the address and immediately started to case the place from the outside, taking note of every path way outside, doors and windows, two stories, a basement, all kidnappings usually end up with the victim in the basement, I pulled out the floor plan that I may or may not have 'Accidentally' found just laying around at the police station when they were talking to Dinah about Sara.

I had been marking certain things, an approximate location for any furniture I might have to maneuver around, just in case someone would start shooting at me, you gotta plan for everything and anything that could go wrong after all.

Two cars sat in the driveway so it was likely there were at least two people inside, I peeked into a basement window and was met by exactly what I didn't want to see, a beaten and bruised Sara, still wearing the clothes she was wearing when I last seen her a week before, at the same time I was actually happy to see her again, no matter how she looked, at least she was alive.

Walking around to the back door was obviously what I was going to do since the basement steps were only a few feet away from that door, I glanced inside each window I passed, three men that I could see of, one on the couch, two in the kitchen, I noted two shot guns hanging on the living room wall, a small pistol on the coffee table, in the kitchen each of the men had holsters on their hips, and a baseball bat beside the kitchen table.

Outnumbered and outgunned, I would have to be extremely quiet in order to pick the locks, get in, get Sara and get out, if I didn't want a very unfair fight on my hands.

Picking the lock was easy, the only time I was ever grateful that Mick tought Sara something like that, I never wanted to learn to, but Sara got me a kit then made me learn how to, ok it was easy, but it seemed too easy, it was quiet, way too quiet, so I snuck a glance into the kitchen just to find the two men were no longer sitting there, and that made me even more anxious to get Sara and get out.