Re: log: flash/felicity hang at the lab
"You're good at spy shit. Chess and stuff, but with people. Me? I want to be able to think of everything like a mission. A plan of attack. How to use resources. Rely on people to do their jobs. It's not that simple when you don't know who your friend or foe is." Flash didn't sound like it was too much for him, just new and different. Two things he had a hard time with when it came down to it. "I've been trying to act like I'm cool with a group of people who are doing this shit for themselves, but deep down it kind of sucks. I'm the only guy here who loves America." He lightly tapped his head back on the tank with a shit-eating grin.
"Maybe shit will be better once I see her again? It's been fucking months, red. Have I said that already? FUCKING MONTHS!" He shouted, but it wasn't angry, it was like a football fan wooping it up at the bar. And, it made Flash feel better to yell. He hadn't done it in a while 'cause Flash had to be the cool and collected one. He had to figure shit out. "That kind of time away from someone is killer." Flash sighed and took a sip from his test tube.