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[color=fff79a]January 1, 2016[/color][/center]
Jesse as she ran regretted some of her life decisions. The first was that she had let the lab team, the Flashers as they called themselves amid much laughter, dress her. Granted, they knew who Jesse's old alter ego was and her father's. They were also part of the team trying to solicit Central City's Flash to help them with their research. Still they were nothing but a bunch of nerds and Jesse had trusted them to make a good decision with clothing design. That was something she'd never do again. 

Yet, there wasn't time to moan over the thigh high red boots. Nor the bathing suit-unitard-mask thing they convinced her to wear. It was very red. Except the gold lines that hugged her breasts. She was sixty damn it. She wasn't a hooker. She was Jesse Quick and the Flashers were going to regret this as much, or more, than she currently was. The only upside was, those lab rats knew how to design clothing for friction. It wasn't riding up. Nor did she loose her boots within moments of running off. In fact, the one thing she had lost was her pony tail, letting her blond hair fly free.

Jesse tapped her visor and the location of the train came back into the forefront. 

"The velocity of the rear end of the train is slowing." One of the nerd back at Quickstart Enterprises spoke into her ear. Jesse was relearning how to listen to a comm while running at super speed. She still hadn't managed an intelligent reply without stopping. Else wise it was just completely garbled. 

Within seconds of the message from Nerd Central, or the Jay Garrick lab, Jesse caught up with the detached caboose of the train. A quick glance inside showed her shaken, but alive passengers. One of those passengers spotted her and tried to catch her attention. With a mental sigh she stopped and poked her head in.

"[color=ed1c24]Stay in the train. Authorities are on their way.[/color]" Jesse then was off after the rest of the train. Old training apparently didn't take long to resurface. Civilians then super villains. 

It didn't take long to see the front of the train. Jesse couldn't remember the specific word for it. Nerd Central might, but she was busy. And so was whomever was on the train. Smoke was billowing out of the train. Though as she caught up the smoke was dissipating. Whatever caused it must not be a fire. Small mercies. Last thing she needed was a blown up train.

Jesse easily grabbed the side of the train and pulled herself up onto the back. She pressed another button on her visor and a rough view of the interior of the train came into view. Jesse counted two people and one blurry blob. So three, maybe more? Jesse was never one of leaping before she looked. And since she couldn't hear anything over the wind and the noise of the train so she gently eased open the door and slipped in, hoping to remain undetected in her [i]bright red and gold[/i] costume. 

[color=fff79a][i]Aw Hell[/i][/color]. Jesse's little voice of pessimism spoke up. [color=fff79a][i]I'm screwed[/i][/color].