Soothsayer ⚡ Barry Allen

Get to It

Mick Rory

I hummed as I ran my fingers methodically through Barry's hair, loving the way he gently tilted into my touch to help guide my hands. I loved braiding his hair, especially with how long and soft it was getting. I had gotten halfway down his head, not including the additional four inches hanging untamed, when his computer lit up. Our attentions were both brought to the screens, a break in at Mercury Labs. Barry's hands came up to mine and took hold of the rest of his hair as he speed-braided it.

Dropping the tight rope against his back, he took the back of my hand and kissed my wrist, zapping away a second later. With a soft sigh, I sat up and got myself ready. The Snarts had to hit at least two places before their father would be drawn out, and thanks to a tip from me they'd be long gone before Barry got there. Once I was dressed as Al Kahin again, feeling odd since I still wasn't sure just which part I belonged to, I left our shack and locked up before heading to the garage Snart called home.

I watched it for a bit before making my way in, picking a lock in the back while I kept my eye out for any of the three Snarts. Opening the door enough to wiggle through, I closed it behind me, remembering Talia's training. 'One who embraces the dark is never without sight.'  There were many meanings behind the words, I've learned, but they were quite literal now. She'd tied a blindfold on me and made me fight blind, and from five months of working under the cover of night, I didn't need more light than what was barely shining through the garage doors to navigate the new space.

Unlike when we had worked together, Leonard didn't have his plans laying around, he probably already discarded them. Other than scraps of metal and technology that I'm unable to discern in my own home, nothing was out of the ordinary except for a spare propane tank. It was unlabeled so that was just my assumption, however, it was confirmed to be an accelerant of some sort when it sounded like either the cold or the gold gun coming to life. "Who the hell are you?" an unfamiliar voice growled.

I raised my empty hands to my head and slowly turned, eying the miniaturized flame thrower he held. "I'm a friend of Lenny's," I informed, didn't know who he was but it wasn't his father. Removing my mask, I gave him a small smile. "The name's Andy. Your's?"

"Mick," he grumbled, staying aimed at my chest. "Why're you here?"

"Ah, he's mentioned you," I nodded, pocketing my mask. "You're his partner, right?" Despite the nod Mick gave me, Leonard had never mentioned him more than offhandedly. "What're you doing here?" Every time I'd been near Len, Mick was nowhere to be seen.

"I asked you first," he growled, repositioning his aim. I raised my hands a bit further to remind him I meant no harm, at least to him.

"Lenny asked a favor of me, and you?"

"Do you know where he is?" he quickly asked, stepping forward and making my hands twitch for a weapon.

"No, just that he's a little busy," I answered cautiously. "Look, I'm kinda on a time sched--"

"Where is Snart?!" he yelled, now a meer couple feet from me.

"I don't know," I slowly got out, trying my hardest to remain calm. "The news has a better idea than I do." Narrowing his eyes at me, he kept the gun level with my chest as he came around to the table I stood beside and grabbed a remote, turning on the TV and fiddling with it for a moment.

"--reports of an initial break in at Mercury Labs, officials now confirm that the same suspects are currently attempting to rob Central City National Bank." I turned my gaze to Mick, nodding to the gun when he looked at me too -- this was my cue. With a breath of irritation, he dropped the gun into the holster on his hip, walking away from me as he ran a gloved hand over his head.

"What are you doing for him?" he suddenly asked, spinning to look at me again. I was at a dead end, with what Len had given me I knew a lot of places his dad could be, but Mick might be able to help secure something.

"I'm looking for Lewis," I answered quietly, watching a serious tension grow between us. Mick studied me with a hard expression for a long moment, shaking his head at me.

"Good luck with that," he scoffed. "What'd he do to piss Leonard off this time?"

"He's playing with Lisa's life," I answered honestly. "I don't like her all that much, personally, but this isn't personal."

"You're dimmer than me if you believe this in't personal," Mick chuckled. "I don't know where Lewis is, but he shouldn't be far from his kids." With a little tilt to my lips, I dropped my hands and walked away.

"Thanks, Mick," I hummed before pulling on my mask. "And I'm not dim, just purposefully ignorant. I hope whatever quarrel you and Len had gets resolved."

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Leonard and Lisa hit another two establishments while I was out on a wild goose chase, and by the chill of the Speed Force that had settled on my skin I knew that dream I had about the siblings and the Flash was closer to reality than I'd like. I needed to find Lewis, I was running out of time. Taking Mick's advice, I had started following them, and as they entered a jewlery store filled with precious rocks, I noticed a black car that had been present at the last heist.

It was quick and quiet, by the time Barry's light made an appearance in the store they were already making their exit and the sleek Lincoln was driving away. With a frown of concern, I decided both Barry and Leonard could handle themselves -- especially with my word put in -- and it was best for me to follow the car. It didn't go far, only seven blocks down, but the car shut off and the person got out, coming around to the trunk. A drop off. Shit.

Realizing I needed to be quick, I made my way down as well as forward, dropping gently several feet from the old man opening the trunk. "Lewis Snart?" I asked politely, mask and holsters out of sight. Jumping and putting a hand on the trunk lid, the greying man turned as he slowly closed it.

"What's it to ya?" he grumbled, eying me and the alley behind me warily.

"Just a favor. Might even be a token of affection, who knows," I shrugged with a soft chuckle, still coming closer. "I certainly don't know your son well enough to say."

"Leo? What's he got to do--" One I was within reach, I took Lewis' hand off the lid and took a handful off his greasy, slicked back hair, having to fight a little bit to slam his head against the lip of the trunk. Easily knocking him under, I let his body drop to the ground and wiped my hand on my linens.

"If that's what Leo's hair's future has in store, I'm sort of glad he keeps his shaved," I sighed, heaving his body into the trunk. It took some effort, he was at least twice my size and practically dead weight, but in the time it took to slam the trunk shut, start up the car, and get down to the far exit of the alley, headlights had just pulled into the other end. With a tense breath, I pulled away and made myself scarce.