run_barry | The Great Escapes

GP waits for a long minute to ensure the coast is clear, then comes out of hiding to wander over and inspect the downed robot.

The screens on the console don't switch over to any new images, perhaps indicating the Commander's attention is elsewhere. Instead the monitors remain on the glitching view from the robot, which is now GP's face getting up close and personal to Robot Girder's camera.

With Eddie's gun trained on him, Barry tries to work out his options.

"Get on the ground, now!" Eddie commands.

"Detective, you don't-- " Barry starts trying to explain, but then a loud bang on the transport door from the inside cuts him off. It's followed quickly by another and Barry jerks.

The next set of events happens in a rush. Barry's flinch sets off Eddie and he fires. Pain bursts loudly in Barry's bicep even as he moves to get around to the back of the truck again. Barry gets there just in time to have the door burst open and slam him in the face, knocking him to the ground as the criminals in back spill out.

On his back and dazed, Barry tries to gather his wits about him and make out all the shouting going on.

"Careful, GP. It might still be able to kick or something," Yamato murmurs.

Without the distraction of the fight, he can feel panic welling up in him again. He keeps it under control as best he can, working as quickly and methodically as he can. He can't much tell if he's getting much pushback from the Commander, and with the displays still trained on the robot he's not really able to gauge how much progress he's making.

He tries getting the comms back online first, but he has no idea based on what he's seeing on the displays as to whether he was successful or not.

"Flash, you there?" He asks, testing out the connection. "Sound off if you can hear me."

Edited 2019-02-04 19:18 (UTC)

GP blinks at Yamato, squawks at the robot, then toddles away.

"Yamato?" comes back the dazed reply from Barry. Still on the ground, Barry reaches up to rub his head which causes a sharp pain in his arm. "Oh, OW."

That spike of pain does force clarity and Barry sits up, looking around frantically.

"Yamato! The transport-- everyone's out!"

At least Barry's talking, that means he's not dead. Yamato relaxes a little, but only a little. 'Alive' doesn't mean 'uninjured,' after all.

"I'm still working on getting cameras back here, but there's only so far and so many directions they could go," he says, and now that the comms are back, he starts working on getting the cameras back, his voice going flat. "Be methodical. Go in a grid formation, over a five-hundred meter radius from your position. If you see one, grab them."

It's a makeshift solution to a bad problem, and not a very good one, but it's the best Yamato can offer while he doesn't have cameras. He focuses as much of his attention as he can on getting those back next, working frantically.

"What the hell happened? Are you alright?" Barry asks, finally getting to his feet.

He tenses, ready to run, and then gunshots sound and Barry turns his head.

"Eddie."

Swarmed by some of the men from the truck, Eddie fires his gun into the air as he struggles to keep it from being wrestled away.

Quickly Barry moves, slamming into the group of men and knocking them back before swooping up Eddie. Once again he takes the detective to safety, this time at the mouth of an alley five blocks away. He practically drops Eddie on the curb thanks to the weak grip in Barry's injured arm.

He doesn't pause to try to talk to Eddie this time, just keeps running until he can duck around the corner and stop to inspect his bloody arm.

"Dude, Eddie shot me." And it's a whole new experience in Not. Fun.

"Everyone here is fine," Yamato says. "Did you know that Cisco made a new, better version of Robo-Girder that can move around and actually fight decently? The Commander took control of it. It's been dealt with."

He pauses, glancing over at Robot Girder, with its arm six feet away from its body, its other hand in pieces, and its neck barely hanging by a few pieces of metal with a knife embedded in it.

"Cisco is going to be pissed."

He scowls when he hears what Eddie did. "Are you okay? If you need to retreat, then retreat. We can think of some other way to get all the escapees back behind bars."

Yamato's not actually entirely confident that that's true, but he'd rather let the mission fail completely than risk Barry's health any more, and the best compromise he can think of is to leave it up to Barry's judgement.

"I know he had been working on one, but I told him I wasn't going to fight any more of his robots," he replies, surprised at what Yamato had to deal with.

There is still a fair chance Cisco will be pissed.

"I'm sure he'll get over it," he offers to Yamato hopefully.

Looking over the damage to his arm, and considering the situation, Barry shakes his head.

"Yeah, I'm okay. It's just my arm. The bullet is still in there, though." Which means his body isn't going to be able to heal itself until he can have it pulled out.

"I'm going after the escapees." With that he starts running, going back first for the men he'd saved Eddie from.

"I'd happily fight it again if he rebuilt it. I was, er, in a hurry this time."

He didn't get a chance to appreciate everything the robot could do! It's very tragic.

"Okay, I'll work on getting the cameras back and then see if the scan managed to get any results," he says. "And I can treat your arm when you're back. Just try not to make the wound any worse."

He doesn't sound all that happy about it, but there aren't a lot of good options here, and it is Barry's call.

It takes him a few more minutes of working, but he eventually starts to get spotty, glitching camera feeds of the road, and the roads around it. He starts running through the footage, trying to locate what directions each escapee went in.

"Better you than me," Barry notes about the robot, and that's true for a variety of reasons.

The group of men Barry had left have taken to running, but they haven't got far when Barry catches up to them. One thing Barry learns right away, he's not so great throwing left punches. Still, with speed on his side and the men unarmed, Barry manages to take them down.

Borrowing a shirt sleeve from one of the downed men, Barry uses it to bandage his arm and calls back to Yamato, "I'm fine. Can you at least get me a count of how many were on the truck?"

"What's wrong with Cisco's robots? He's made great progress with them."

Because, obviously, the only problem Barry could possibly have with them is that they're not advanced enough, right?

"Sixteen," he rattles off, when Barry asks his question. He'd kept count when he was altering the schedule, after all. "It was pretty packed. Judging by the cameras, at least three fled east through the alleyways, and maybe four headed west through the alleyways on the other side. I'm still trying to track the others."

"Well, I've got four here. So... twelve left." Great. Doubly great, Barry realizes, "The truck they used to block off the alley is gone."

That's an obvious issue, but for now Barry decides to work with what info they have and go after the knowns on foot.

Choosing west, Barry heads in that direction first.

"And there's nothing wrong with the robots, I just don't like getting knocked around by the tin man." The first Girder-bot had definitely done more harm than good for Barry.

"Good news about that is I can probably track it," Yamato says. "It's a huge truck, it stands out, after all."

He starts doing just that, cycling back through the camera footage until he gets to the truck leaving. That doesn't tell him much about where it is now, so he starts running through footage in order, tracing its path.

"That's fair," he says, about the robots. "Getting punched by a solid metal fist can do a lot of damage, and if you lose, y'can't even say the better man won, because the better man is a robot."

"Alright, let me know when you find it," he calls back, zigzagging through alleys searching.

He comes across the first two he's looking for while they're trying to break into a vehicle. One man is calling for the other to throw a brick that he's holding and the man does.

Both of the men are stumped when the brick seemingly disappears. Before either of them can fully process the situation, Barry delivers a hard knock to the back of each man's head and that takes them down.

"Yeah, don't I know it," he says about being punched with metal fists, then adds, "Ten left."

Dropping the brick he snagged, he starts running again after the other two that fled this direction.

"Will do. And, er," he pauses, a little awkwardly. Then: "Sorry. This was my plan, and it went off the rails, and you got hurt because of it."

Yamato kind of wants to punch Eddie for that one. A little. A lot. A statistically implausible amount of times.

"I'm trying to get the scan back online, too, but it's taking a while."

"Dude it's not your fault," Barry assures Yamato. "You get us back up and I'll run down these guys, and then we'll catch the jerk in charge."

Firmly believing that all that is possible, Barry pushes out a little more speed; ignoring any lagging feelings to uphold his end of wrapping this situation up.

He catches up to the other two runners and deals with them with minimal fuss, then turns around and rushes off to try and track down the three who fled east.

"By the way, how did you handle the robot?" he asks, curious.

Yamato makes a brief noise of acknowledgement, although whether he agrees or not is, perhaps, not entirely clear from his tone.

"I tore off its arm," he says, somewhat distractedly, to Barry's question. "And then mostly severed its neck."

He does not take any responsibility at all for the exploded hand, that one is entirely on the Camera Commander.

Behind the mask Barry's eyebrows lift.

"Damn, Yamato. Cisco might not be mad at all, that's pretty hardcore."

Flashing past the empty transport truck, Barry heads down the alley opposite the one he just ran.

"By the way, if that grunty noise is you not agreeing with me you're totally wrong. And that is something I'll fight you on." Possibly even literally, if it came to that.

Yamato gives a quick, awkward laugh at that. "I guess."

He glances over at the console as the scan starts to come back online, but only flickeringly, not enough to be actually functional yet. He lets that work through rebooting, while he turns his attention back to tracking the truck.

"It wasn't a grunty noise," he lies. After a moment he adds, teasing: "And is that an actual challenge, Gramps? I never thought I'd see the day."

"Yeah, well, don't you go and keep blaming yourself just so you can fight me, alright?" Barry returns, chuckling just for a moment.

As he runs grid patterns looking for the three escapees, Barry's thoughts track back to the more serious.

"How's it coming? I haven't heard from our friend again yet, have you?"

"I don't know, it's tempting," Yamato chuckles. "But I'll try not to."

Whether he succeeds is not entirely in his control, but he'll try.

Barry's next question makes him make a thoughtful noise, eyeing the scan as it slowly flickers back to life. "Not yet. I don't know if he decided to run or if he's busy setting something else up," he says. "Scan should be back up and running in a few moments, and since he decided to attack the Lab, we should have a much clearer pattern for that signal of his. It'll make locating him easier, at least. We sure as hell can't let him get away."

"Definitely gotta bring this guy in," Barry agrees.

Turning a corner and spotting activity down the alley he calls back, "Got two more of the runners, they just ducked into the back of a restaurant."

"Good work. I've nearly got the truck's current location, I just need a few more minutes," Yamato replies. "How's your arm doing?"

Next to him, the scan finishes coming online, showing a red patch around a few blocks of city, stalled where the Commander stopped it. Yamato makes an irritable noise in the back of his throat, and brings up the algorithm on his wrist computer, setting about loading the new data they received from the attack on S.T.A.R. Labs' systems into it, keeping one eye on the camera feeds as he goes.

"Still bleeding," he says, tightening the bandage around his arm a bit. "I'm alright, though."

Racing into the restaurant through the back door puts Barry in the kitchen. His two targets are right there and Barry shoves the first one up against a freezer door, knocking him out. In turning to face the second Barry just avoids a flying butcher knife which sticks into the wall right in front of his face.

"WOAH!"

It was thrown by a third man who is quick to start slinging more blades Barry's way. Grabbing a sheet pan off of a rack Barry deflects the blades only to have mixing bowl come flying in from the other direction and strike him in the side of the head.

"For real?" More kitchen projectiles come his way and Barry seeks cover behind a counter.

"Barry, that's not alri -- ..." Yamato starts, feeling a pang of guilt that is quickly stopped by ... is that the sound of things flying through the air?

He brings up the camera feeds from around the restaurant, except the only camera in the restaurant just covers the front door and nothing else, and the kitchen doesn't have any windows for him to look through from the outside. He's completely blind.

"I can't see a thing. Sounds like ninjas."

"They're-- throwing stuff at me!" he says, ducking to avoid being pegged with a meat mallet.

A round serving tray comes zinging his way, striking a cabinet overhead and hitting Barry on the rebound.

"Of, forget this!" he declares, looking around. There's not too much nearby except for food that's waiting to be prepared, so Barry seizes on that and starts chucking.

Tomatoes, lettuce heads, potatoes, eggs, cabbages and even a pork chop or two are thrown at a speedy rate and high velocity at the two criminals trying to shish kabob Barry.

The onslaught is enough to create a break in the cutlery coming his way, and Barry lifts a baking sheet and races across the kitchen, using it to knock the two bad guys out cold.

Dropping the pan and heaving a sigh, Barry rests for a moment with his back leaning against a dishwasher.

"That makes... five more left?"

Short break taken, Barry zips off, snagging a banana to eat on the way.

"Any luck on the truck?" Hopefully the last of the escapees will be in it.

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