Re: [flash/gwen at the facility]
"Nah, come on. Who do you think I am?" Flash looked up at her, surprised she'd give up so easily. He patted down his coat until he found his wallet, pulled out a bobby pin and knelt next to the doorknob. "Cover me." He was a trouble maker in high school, Froyo was too, and they had both gotten pretty fucking proficient at unlocking simple doors around the campus. Not to mention the whole field agent thing, even a mook like him who could shoulder his way through the door needed the basic fucking training on how to do it if he was hurt or Reaper wasn't with him.
He wondered for a second if Gwen didn't really fucking want to mess around and the locked door gave her some clarity on it. But, there was no point in worrying himself over that shit. Maybe she'd be so impressed by his skills, she'd forget about being hesitant? Flash carefully turned the doorknob after messing with the lock and it gave a satisfying click as it opened.
Flash looked up. "Pretty fucking great, huh." He grinned at her and pushed the door open. Inside was what she'd expect. A fucking broom closet with cleaning supplies like this was just a regular office instead of a high tech one. There were some boxes labeled for "extreme emergencies" but they were safely tucked away in heavy plastic bins on the floor. Probably hazmat suits, tbh.