He got the text about the newest special after the briefing and headed over to Technical Services immediately. He was grateful to Steve for working out this arrangement for new specials, considering how confusing and disorienting his own arrival was. Or at least he was still thinking of it as an arrival, despite being consistently told otherwise.
He waits outside the processing room, glancing out the window at the artificially lit street below. When the door opens and a man steps through he glances up and then immediately does a double take. He knows this man.
"Malcolm Merlin."
Oliver is definitely not going to be happy.
Afternoon | OTA
Running into the fray without his speed and with a laser barrel that he's only 60% sure will work when it needs to isn't Barry's idea of a good time. But it's pretty clear that the maniacs driving around in stolen jeeps and motor cars shooting the place up are only concerned about their own party.
They have almost no chance of stopping them unless they set up some kind of trap or get a car of their own to chase them. Barry settles on the second and begins making his way towards Motorized Transport. Halfway there he ducks behind a cement wall to avoid being hit by random fire, only to find a grenade rolling to a stop a few feet away from him. Just like in the movies, he thinks to himself before his self-preservation instinct kicks in and he makes a run for it, yelling for the people around him to also run.
Barry | Throughout the day
He got the text about the newest special after the briefing and headed over to Technical Services immediately. He was grateful to Steve for working out this arrangement for new specials, considering how confusing and disorienting his own arrival was. Or at least he was still thinking of it as an arrival, despite being consistently told otherwise.
He waits outside the processing room, glancing out the window at the artificially lit street below. When the door opens and a man steps through he glances up and then immediately does a double take. He knows this man.
"Malcolm Merlin."
Oliver is definitely not going to be happy.
Afternoon | OTA
Running into the fray without his speed and with a laser barrel that he's only 60% sure will work when it needs to isn't Barry's idea of a good time. But it's pretty clear that the maniacs driving around in stolen jeeps and motor cars shooting the place up are only concerned about their own party.
They have almost no chance of stopping them unless they set up some kind of trap or get a car of their own to chase them. Barry settles on the second and begins making his way towards Motorized Transport. Halfway there he ducks behind a cement wall to avoid being hit by random fire, only to find a grenade rolling to a stop a few feet away from him. Just like in the movies, he thinks to himself before his self-preservation instinct kicks in and he makes a run for it, yelling for the people around him to also run.
He really misses his speed.