John
Trickster laughs through my phone.
"One."
This has all happened before.
"Mr. Archer, on the count of three, shoot Dr. Watson."
"I don't have the code."
"Two."
"I don't know the code! She didn't tell me. I don't know it!"
"Three."
I finish the memory out loud. "No, stop!"
Sherlock looks down from where he is. I can see in his eyes that he's got something planned. He loudly yells the very last part of the memory.
"Vatican cameos!"
Cisco
I'm improvising, but I think everyone is. I teleport to John and teleport both of us onto the roof by Sherlock. John pulls out his gun and puts three rounds in Trickster's chest.
I sigh with the release of adrenaline. Sherlock suddenly stares behind me, then mutters, "It's not over."
I feel something sharp cut through the soft part of my upper arm. I whirl around and see Vandal Savage and Rupture smiling at us. Rupture's scythe is covered in my interdimensional energy. Then Vandal's hands flicker and the world goes to hell.
Oliver
I've been watching this whole thing play out. Suddenly, everything erupts in flames. I see Sherlock turn to the ledge and jump off of the building, saving Barry the run up and down the wall of the building. Barry effortlessly catches him and grabs me. We're off, and I know that, while Barry will try, he won't have enough time to get anyone else.
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Sherlock meets The Flash and Arrow
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