Pinch Hitter

[run_barry]

Opening the door from Milliways Barry leads Yamato through and into S.T.A.R. Labs.

"And here we are, welcome to Central City and S.T.A.R. Labs."

They step out into a medical lab space, complete with fancy equipment and an exam table. The place looks pretty high-tech, but it's also currently a shambles. Things are knocked over on the countertops, several drawers have been pulled open and rifled through, there's an IV stand laying on the ground, and the red Flash suit is discarded on the floor beside the exam table.

It's the sort of scene that happens when a speedster on his last legs storms through an infirmary trying to help himself and not pass out in the process.

Glancing around, Barry frowns and rubs the back of his neck.

"Sorry about the mess."

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[angry_friendship_wolf]

"It is cool," Yamato agrees, very somberly. "I mean, they happen to be on the opposing side to us, but that doesn't mean they're not really cool."

His cheeks go a little pink at that second part, and he turns towards the console, slipping very easily back into being gruff again.

"I will. And you better nap for at least thirty minutes. There'll be a quiz," he growls.

Which stage of the sleep cycle did you achieve, show your working, will be the first question.

[run_barry]

"Yes sir, Sergeant Hen," Barry says, popping off a grinning salute before leaving in a whoosh.

A few seconds later the whoosh returns for a moment then leaves again and the mannequin on the far wall of the Cortex is now displaying the suit.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato's about to fire off an old man joke, but then Barry's gone, and then he's back, and then he's gone.

"Jeez," Yamato mutters, grinning a little as he settles into a chair and starts work on re-calibrating the satellite.