"I feel old. The new recruits... everyone that's left from the original team, everyone is labled 'teenagers'. I'm told by Superman I'm twenty-two years old by Earth standards. On my home planet of Cargg I was the youngest of three siblings who could also triplicate. I was six and a half cycles old. How my makers, what humans call 'parents', could deal with nine children is beyond my comprehension. Still, with Iga diving more into her corporation and business over seas I'm now the oldest on the team. V and Phil were both closer to my age, and even Fenrir would have been in his twenties by now. I don't feel like a babysitter. Plas, Orbit, and Hellfire are all still around from the original group and Frostbite has been a good addition to the team. Starbolt, Shade, Cassandra, and Q will be fine additions as well though I don't understand why the one wants a blank face..." the original Killian thought in his personal quarters laid back on his bed with his arms behind his back. 

Deciding to travel, Ditto surfs the neural network of the duplicates. There's a total of four in the base including one stationed in the monitor room and another in the teleporter room. 

"There's the one..." the original Killian thought with a glimmer in his blue eyes as his conscience and duplication power were transferred to that of the duplicate in the teleporter room [making it the 'new' original].  The other duplicate didn't mind being the one relaxing in the hero's personal quarters. He even lucked up and found some barbecue chicken in Killian's mini fridge. 

"Alright then. Where to, Ditto?" he thought to himself before teleporting to the edge of the Star City Park now also sporting civilian clothes and terrestrial contacts to appear more human. 

Only the outer points of the Park around the edges really had any kind of structure, the deeper into the woods the more animals, less trails, etc. as well as the Justice Tower closer to the center. It made New York's Central Park look like somebody's backyard by comparison and was almost five times the size. Killian walked out of the park like any other human, nobody really noticing him materialize behind a few trees. He pulls out what Shock once called a cell phone to check the time. 

11: 26 am

"It's still too early..." Killian thought with the blue irises in his contacts flaring like his eyes normally do without them.

Across town....

"There's a fraction of cops still in the city, not nearly enough to watch all twenty two banks," a man in a blue coat commented, "..and the Flash is back in Central City. You ready for a big score, Mick?" asked the now visible Captain Cold aka Leonard Snart. 

~KL~