Eobard, contrary to public opinion, was actually a levelheaded man. He was NOT a bloodthirsty speed demon. Barry Allen MADE him into that. But he was not fighting Barry Allen. He was fighting guards of Belle Reve, the World's foremost prison for supervillains. Even as he snapped necks, and vibrated his hands through chest cavities, he thought, mostly at the speed of sound. _Waller wanted us to break out,but she's clearly with the government.She has the leverage to get us out of here, but left the GPS coordinates to the plane out..._ Eobard paused, and punched a guard in the throat, before running back to Slade Wilson.

 "I know what you're thinking,Slade. You're thinking Waller wanted us to work together,and by leaving the GPS She knew you'd have to rely on me somehow. See if you can't make a distraction while I vibrate through the walls. I'll see if I can locate our bird."

With that, not even bothering to listen to Slade, he moved so fast he was little more than a red-black blur. Vibrating through the walls, past rioting inmates and guards trying to restore order, everything looked like it'd snapped into place. As a speedster, one as powerful as him, anyway, he innately knew how fast not only he, but objects around him were moving. It was something He knew only Barry Allen and himself could do, and that pleased him greatly. Currently, he was somewhere around 900MPH, and climbing. It was in the swamps of Louisiana, that he kicked up in speed, searching everywhere for the UH-60 they would commandeer. Bird was an outdated term, and he knew by Waller's tone that it was either a helicopter or a cargo plane. He was banking on the UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter. 

_There._ It was sitting in a cornfield, unprotected 20 miles from the team's position.