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Posted by The Spirit
on 8/20/2009, 2:57 am
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---Years Earlier, a Central City Warehouse---
If there’s anything I can say about that night, it’s that I was young. I’d been tracking stolen shipments of Crytogen, an experimental military compound to be used for chemical warfare, for weeks. I’d finally nailed it down to the warehouse where the shipments were being dropped off. I knew when the trucks arrived and left. And I figured the more I waited and snooped around, the likelier it was I was gonna screw up. So I decided to act.
I could see everything from the window of the building’s fire escape. Three guards. Armed. Two men loading the chemicals into vans from the trucks. Odd… Nothing I couldn’t handle, I thought. So I headed down the fire escape and got into the Spiritmobile.
The Spiritmobile was a dark blue VW Beetle I bought off of a police auction. I liked it because it could take a hit, and I figured as a superhero, I would need a car that could take a hit. And today was the day I was gonna test it. I got in, backed up a few feet, put it in drive, and rammed it right through the wall.
Turned out a VW bug doesn’t take a hit as well as I’d hoped, or at least doesn’t take to being put through a wall and riddled with bullets. The old bird never ran after that. But I was inside, and they were running out of ammo quick. The plan was working. After a moment of the loudest clanging and banging I’d ever gone through, silence. They were tapped out of ammo and closing on all sides. Time to go to work.
I waited until one of the goons approached my driver’s side door, then swung it open as hard as I could, knocking him onto his back. I rolled out of the car on top of him, punched him in the face, knocking him out, and jumped to my feet. The remaining two guards closed in on both sides of me, pistols pointing forward. Classic Bluff. I raised my hands in the air, letting them close in slowly before striking out as fast as I could, striking them both in the face. Like I said, easy work.
The slowly building humming coming from behind me told me I wasn’t quite done.
“Nice job, kid. Can’t say I expected that. But unfortunately for you, I’ve got you outgunned.” I turned slowly. Blue parka, purple glasses. Bald as the day he was born. I was new at the game, but I could guess this was Capt. Cold. And he was right—his freeze gun had me cornered. “Now get in the car. Time is running out, and I don’t want some punk kid ruining my big break.”
—Hours later—
—Still Years Earlier, However—
The car ride was cold, silent, and awkward. Cold rested his pistol between the two seats. I tried to make a grab for it a few times. It didn’t work. After what seemed like days, we arrived at… the Central City Observatory? Why here? What was he planning? It was a huge monolith of a building on top of the highest hill in the City. A single white stone staircase scaled the entire hill, leading to the only door in the building. There was a black truck waiting for us. Two men waited outside with a huge box labeled “Kord Industries.”
“Get out.” He picked up the freeze gun and pointed at me. I complied. What else was I gonna do? Keeping the gun pointed at me, he approached the box, silently nodding to the men against the car. “This is all of it? In the one piece?” He said, never lifting his eyes off the box. One of the goons stood up and tore open the crate, revealing some sort of technical equipment. Big panels and metal plating and what appeared to be rockets on the bottom. I couldn’t quite tell what it was. “Wonderful, fellas, let’s get this thing ready, then get the mayor on the phone. He’ll want to hear about this.” Cold said, sneering and chuckling to himself.
That’s when I heard it. A gush of wind, a snapping of twigs and branches. I blinked, looked over, and both goons were unconscious and tied up. It’s him. Cold looked up, and his smile melted away, pun intended.
“Get the hell back, Flash! It’s too late to try and stop me!” Cold began backing away, feverishly pointing his gun at anything he thought he saw move.
And suddenly there he was, red suit and all. The Flash.
“Sorry to interrupt, but it looked like you needed a hand.” He smiled wide and winked at me. One of those knowing, “I’ve got your back” winks.
“Flash, I swear to you, you come any closer, I kill the kid. You hear me!?” He swiftly pulled out another freeze gun and pointed it at me, keeping the other one aimed on the Flash, backing up slowly.
“Don’t do anything hasty. This isn’t a big deal yet, you don’t want murder added to the charges. Let’s just talk.” Flash walked with his arms raised and his muscles relaxed, step by step closer to Cold who kept backing up further and further, faster and faster.
“I don’t want to talk about it! I want you to BACK OFF!” Cold said. Flash stopped in his tracks for a moment. Cold just stood there, shaking. And then it all happened in… well, you know. Flash twitched, made it look like he was gonna charge. Cold jolted back, completely losing his balance on the edge of the stairs and falling backward, throwing his guns in the air. In an instant, they were at my feet, and Capt. Cold was in Flash’s arms. It was over. Flash looked back at me and smiled.
“Thanks for the assist, kid.” He said.
“But how did—were you following us? What just happened?”
“Well, son, I’d been tracking the same Crytogen shipments that you so valiantly tried to save for weeks now.” Barry nodded slowly. “However, I realized shortly after the first theft that in order to adequately surmise how the chemical would be used, I would need to know how it worked. So I did my research and found out that Crytogen is basically a large-scale freezing agent designed to alter weather patterns by affecting cloud composition.” I pretended to understand what he was talking about. Of all the things you could say about Barry Allen, you could never deny he was a talker. “So I knew to look for some way to distribute this sort of thing. And that brings us to the satellite. The minute it was stolen, I knew someone was going to shoot it off full of Crytogen and hold Central City ransom. And here we are.”
“Wow. You figured all that out? I just—“
“You’re young, that’s all.” Barry raised his eyebrows and grinned. “One piece of advice, junior—if you’re gonna survive in this business, you need to use your brain. We work in a dangerous field, and that’s the best defense we’ve got.”
I was so distracted I didn’t even see the cops and photographers come up. I guess Barry also called the cops and press. He really is as fast as they say.
“Gentlemen, a picture!” We smiled. And that picture and one of those freeze guns wound up in the museum. And that’s the night I learned to be a hero. 
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