Re: log: flash/felicity hang at the lab
"Me and Reaper." Flash echoed with a goofy grin, happy anyone besides him acknowledged his alien as more than a tool. Reaper was glad for it, too, swimming a little stronger in the water. "Nah, I mean the League is crafty is all I'm saying. They won't try to charge the front doors, but they will infiltrate. And, maybe soon all the people we can trust on the team are you, me and Gwen." Flash was good at war, at conflict that would punch him right the fuck back. But, spies and shit? That was never his style. Spies brought him out like a weapon, never the other way around.
"I think the way we did it was the best way. Safest, you know? She's the key to a clone army- and I know that sounds fucking insane, but she is. And the League is going to have a hard time letting that go." Flash shook his head because he had a feeling this shit had to be annoying to listen to. It was annoying floating around in his own head!
"I'm excited to have Gwen on the team. She's fucking brilliant. Best scientist I've ever known and fuck I'd like to see her more." Flash ran his teeth over his bottom lip and sucked air between. "I'm worried I made a choice for her. That's fucked up."