Short on Time

Chapter 92

"That's the big news? You're taking a sculpture class at the community college?" Cisco asked Harry.

I gave Cisco a look as Harry glared at him, "it's not art. It's science! And as such it is the thing that is gonna help us defeat DeVoe. Recall, if you will, the one thing that we've seen nay, heard That can actually harm DeVoe. Izzy Bowin's soundwave powers."

"Well, Izzy was killed by DeVoe, so whatever powers she had is in his hands now," Joe said.

"And now, Joe they're in ours. Watch this. So," Harry said. "Actually, maybe you should take a couple steps back if you value your internal organs."

"I know how that feels," Barry said as the dummy DeVoe got tossed at the wall.

"So it's a tuning fork," I whispered to Iris.

"One strike incapacitates The Thinker. Two strikes, no more Thinker. I call it a Sonic Scepter," Harry said.

"Okay. Points for alliteration," Cisco said.

"Basically just a big tuning fork," Caitlin said.

"Exactly!" I said making Iris burst out laughing.

"My goodness," Cisco said shaking his head.

"Well, like, I mean, it's not just any tuning fork. This might be the most powerful tuning fork in the multiverse," Harry said.

"You must've laser-shaved this thing down to the nanometer," Cisco said.

"Shaved it right down to the last angstrom, as a matter of fact. Child's play for me and my Thinking Cap. The Sonic Scepter mimics Izzy Bowin's sonic frequencies, so we can penetrate a heretofore impenetrable force field of DeVoe. And here's the best part. Because there's no tech involved-" Harry said.

"It's Kilgore-proof," Barry said.

"Nice," Joe said.

"So, now we just need to figure out where DeVoe is gonna appear next," Iris said.

"As a matter of fact, before you got here I scripted a subroutine on the pocket dimension predictor, and it's gonna give us a massive head start," Harry said. "DeVoe's next location, thank you."

"Yesterday, I thought you said that wasn't possible," I told Harry crossing my arms.

"I did say that yesterday, but today is a new day. I've got a million new ideas. The cap and I, we're Firing on all cylinders. Onward and upward," Harry announced.

"Ginger can you help me with something?" Caitlin asked.

"I'm all yours," I told Caitlin as I followed her out.

"Where are the twins?" Caitlin asked.

"Sleeping, blissfully sleeping," I told her.

"Didn't sleep through the night?"

"Barry and I take turns getting them back to sleep," I said. "Problem is, if one wakes up, the other wakes up."

"At least when the sun rises you're all awake again," Caitlin said.

I laughed, "I wish."

"You really should," Caitlin said looking at me concerned. "Are you having a relapse with the cancer? Or something else?" Caitlin said wiggling her eyebrows.

I gave Caitlin a look, "the twins aren't even six-months-old, Cait."

"Things happen when you're a Catholic girl," Caitlin told me.

"I'm not pregnant," I told her.

"Alright," Caitlin relented before handing me a tablet. "Can you take a look at this?"