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The Great Escapes
Since Yamato offered to come to Central City and help with the epidemic crisis, things have been crazy, but handling them has been a whole lot easier now that Barry isn't operating alone.
He even got some rest in, on Yamato's orders, and they've got a bit of down time as far as emergencies in the city go so they're using it to work on other problems.
While Yamato recalibrates the S.T.A.R. Labs satellite to track the new meta they suspect is behind a whole bunch of the crime, and a death-trap or two set for Barry, Barry is getting his science nerd-amateur virologist on, trying to find a cure to the bug that has so much of the City down; including his team.
Sitting at a desk in the Cortex, Barry works away with a microscope taking notes on a tablet. Beside him are several boxes of chicken nuggets which he's working through, with a few empty ones already in the waste bin nearby.
In the middle of the space on the floor GP the porg is munching on shrimp treats while bopping around an inflatable S.T.A.R. Labs beach ball.
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He shuts his eyes for a moment, taking a sip of his coffee. "Our big advantage is that I'm guessing he can't monitor the entire place on his own. He's probably relying on sensors, traps and drones to alert him if someone's inside," he says. "Once I'm in the system, I can distract the drones and get them to move out of your way, at least, maybe even pick up on some of the other security measures before you run into them. Then I guide you down to the factory floor, and there's a ventilation shaft that'll take you straight down to the control room."
More shafts!
"So, that leads us to the other problem: The more doors I open and fake security alerts I set off, the more likely he is to figure out someone's in his system and retaliate. And as soon as he figures that out, he's going to know you're there, too."
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"Full disclosure Iiii'm not really the sneakiest guy there ever was. I mean, I've done zero spy guy... special ops... infiltrator type training." Hell, he didn't even know what to call it.
"If he cuts us off again I am definitely toast. I might be toast anyways trying to creep around this place. I don't know if I can do this alone."
For all Barry's tendencies to run headlong into a situation, seeing it laid out beforehand is lending itself to some honesty here.
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He gestures at the computer room on the top floor again. "I can coordinate you from here. The risk involved is that he might send someone up there to interrupt me, but I'll deal with that if it happens," he says. "And as for you and sneaking -- I'll handle the security, so most of it is going to be moving fast and being precise, taking advantage of whatever windows of opportunity you get. I know you can do that."
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He's never had the others out on the ground with him before, except for the one time Cisco, Caitlin and Felicity showed up of their own accord, and that's definitely not a situation he would count on working again. Up against someone who has proven themselves dangerous, and without any powers, Yamato would be risking a lot.
But then, Yamato isn't exactly a stranger to dangerous situations, given what he and his friends have faced in his world and the Digital World.
Yamato has confidence in Barry, so he tries to return that confidence and trust. Pushing back his own reservations, Barry decides to leave it up to Yamato, asking him simply and seriously, "Are you sure?"
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He turns in his chair, nudging Barry's shin with his foot. "But if you're distracted by worrying about me, you won't be giving all your attention to the mission. So if you want to veto this, say so."
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"No, I know you know how to handle yourself, and I think having you there will make a huge difference."
Maybe the deciding difference against their bad guy.
"Just... promise not to get hurt? Or die. Don't do that, either."
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For now, Barry will study the floor plan of the warehouse, hoping if he does get caught somewhere he'll be able to figure a way out.
"Are you going to need anything to take with you?"
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A beat, and Barry grins at Yamato.
"I bet we've even got a mask or something. Of course, if you suit up Cisco is definitely going to want to give you a name."
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"You could be like... The Incredible Yams. Or... Yam-Man. Sailor Yams."
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"Hey, I lost those privileges because of you and 'Turns-Into-Gas-Guy'," he replies. "In fact, I think that means you owe me letting me name you. How about Digi-Dude?"
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A beat, and then he adds, "Can't stop me from calling you one, though."
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Suddenly standing at the other console instead of in front of Yamato, Barry gestures at Yamato.
"It'll be something great, I promise. In the meantime we should at least get you a vest or something."
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"I hate you. You're the worst person in the entire world," Yamato grumbles, without much actual rancour. "The guy in Milliways who made my wrist computer also gave me an armoured jacket, I can use that."
It's fairly light armour, but it's also fairly light armour from a hyper-advanced alien civilisation, made via what may as well be magic as far as Yamato can tell. Yamato's not sure how well it will hold up to a sustained assault, but at least he can move around in it fairly easily.
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The jacket gets a nod of approval from Barry.
"That's cool. Just so you have something. Facing bad guys plain clothes seems kind of crazy to me." And this plan is already crazy enough as it is.
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Barry is, admittedly, the only speedster he knows.
Wryly: "Good thing I have it, then, I wouldn't want you to decide I needed to wear some brightly coloured supersuit for protection."
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"And for the record, I happen to look great in red."
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He shakes his head, dropping back into his chair and taking another sip of his coffee, looking over the blueprints of the factory.
"You might, doesn't mean I want to become the second member of the Skittles Sentai Flashrangers."
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After Yamato sits Barry crosses the room in another blink, this time ending up in a rolling chair which glides across the floor and comes to a stop up against a desk, Barry sitting in it opening up another meal bar.
"What if I told you you were already a suit wearing superhero out there in the multiverse?" he asks, not managing to suppress a grin at all.
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