[hr] [hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Y5dBzhA.png[/img] [b]PROLOGUE[/b] [sup][i]THE ICEMAN COMETH[/i][/sup] [sup][sup][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=njwU1I4vQwY]Music[/url][/sup][/sup] [/center] [hr] [hr] Five individuals sat around the table. Heads of the crime families of Central City, Araz Darbinyan sat at the head of the table. Until recently he had been the ‘Kingpin’ of Central City. He looked around the room, eyes shifted between the various members of their uneasy alliance. Central City had crime for decades, some of the most notable thieves had come from the gem cities but now they were under attack. Not from the Flash, they had discovered early on that so long as they ran covertly the Scarlet Speedster left them well enough alone, unlike the Bat of Gotham she seemed to hold no interest in tackling organised crime head on. Araz turned his head as Lewis Snart cleared his throat. Lewis was a gangster, he was a brute but somehow he still managed to be a tactical genius. It’s why he sat at this table. Him and his ‘Renegades’ were the likely culprits of this attack on the families. Lewis must have sensed the resentment in the room, for he spoke first. [color=#1c4587]“So, what are we going to do about this?” [/color]Everyone turned to face him. [color=#1c4587]“Someone has been attacking our territory, taking out our men or convincing them to join him. Running raids on our bank accounts, our operations and so far hasn’t identified himself.” [/color] Lewis must have sensed all the glaring in his direction as he looked all around. Raising his hands defensively. [color=#1c4587]“Hey, I’ve been affected just as much as everyone else. In fact-”[/color] He pointed his finger around the table. [color=#1c4587]“-I reckon that more of my safehouses have been raided than everyone else's here.”[/color] There was an exhale of smoke at the end of the table as the large form of Jack Monteleone leaned forward, he pulled the cigar from his mouth and tapped the ash into the tray. [color=#ead1dc]“It’s just the kinda trick you’d do Snart. Try an’ fool us. Make us think you’re bein’ made weaker then BAM-”[/color] The table shook as Jack slammed his gargantuan fist down on the table. [color=#ead1dc]“-You’d storm in here an’ demand that we make you the boss.”[/color] [color=#1c4587]“Are you crazy?”[/color] [color=#ead1dc]“It’s the kind of thing you’d do.”[/color] The room devolved into argument shortly after. Accusations, threats. Araz simply sat, hoping that amongst the chaos that eventually some segment of truth would come out. He reached down to pick up his glass, recoiling slightly as the coldness of the glass caught him off guard. There had been no ice in his drink, and yet the liquid was almost freezing. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he did so a gust of wind broke through the twin doors, guns cocked and raised as three figures appeared in the doorway. [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/2/22/Weather_Wizard_0006.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120224202953]The first walked in, wearing green with black spiked hair.[/url] He nodded to them all, noticing the raised guns he pointed some form of rod at them. Lightning shot out, hitting all of the guards as they went down. [url=https://www.dccomics.com/sites/default/files/GalleryChar_1920x1080_3_FLS-Cv218_56971fd604c529.94346892.jpg]The second was a man in a white suit, his hood and goggles covered most of us face however his exposed chin revealed serious burn scarring[/url] The last one spoke as he approached. [color=#6d9eeb]“It’s refreshing to see a group of rich white people sitting discussing their problems, congratulations on the inclusion of a women. Very forward thinking, though it seems you missed my invitation.”[/color] [color=#1c4587]“Leonard?” [/color] The man shook his head as he lowered his weapon, his two compatriots however did not. [color=#6d9eeb]“The names Cold. Captain Cold.”[/color] Araz stood up defiantly, hand near his waist ready to go for his gun. [color=#e06666]“What exactly is the meaning of this? What do you want?” [/color] Leonard Snart, the self proclaimed Captain Cold pointed his gun in Araz’ direction before lowering it again.[color=#6d9eeb] “Finally, someone who isn’t afraid to ask the important questions.” [/color]He walked slowly over to the table, grabbed his father Lewis by the shoulder and threw him out of the chair before sitting in it. [color=#6d9eeb]“I bring with me a proposition.”[/color] [color=#e06666]“Are you a hitman now Snart? Wanting to take out our competition with this-” [/color]Araz signalled at the group of men at the door. [color=#e06666]“-motley assortment of renegades?”[/color] Snart laughed. [color=#6d9eeb]“No, after all I am your competition. I would very much like to offer you jobs. As managers within my organisation.”[/color] Lewis stood up. [color=#1c4587]“Leonard, Son. I’m so very prou-”[/color] There was a whirring noise as the temperature in the room dropped. Lewis Snarts body was encased in ice, Leonard then hit the statue with the but of his weapon shattering it. Pieces of his father spreading all over the floor. [color=#6d9eeb]“Your organisations, in exchange for your lives. All you need do is adhere to the words of me, or the other Rogues and you can operate with little impunity. In exchange I promise you wealth and riches, the likes of which you have never seen.” [/color] This time it was Monteleone that spoke up.[color=#ead1dc] “This isn’t the ol’ day kid. You got the Flash to worry about, metahumans and vigilantes croppin’ up all over.”[/color] Captain Cold pushed his chair back from the table onto its back legs, feet crossed up on the table with the gun raised in the air lazily. [color=#6d9eeb]“Let me worry about that. In fact, I already have a plan in place to see what the hero of Central City is really made off.” [/color]He nodded at the man in green, who turned and walked out of the room. Isaac Bowin merely nodded along, a coward of a man. Cold could take him or leave him, likely after taking over his assets he would get rid of the man. The more interesting member of the party was Amunet Black. She was his biggest rival at the table, her ‘network’ was foolproof, and she had a penchant for patience that not even his father could master. The fact that she had not spoken yet meant that she was mulling over the possibilities. She opened her mouth, the high pitched English accent grated against his ears. [color=#140000]“The Flash has fought Mard-” [/color] Cold tilted his head and his weapon, the threat implied. She sighed before continuing. [color=#140000]“[/color][color=#140000][i]Weather Wizard[/i] and beaten him. Not to mention she defeated [i]Heatwave[/i] while he had powers granted to him by the Silver Surfer, I’m usually an advocate for girl power but in this case she already has all the power. What’s so different about this plan to take her on?”[/color] A smile crossed Colds face. [color=#6d9eeb]“This time-” [/color]He lowered his goggles with his free hand as he allowed his chair to fall forward, leaning into the table as he did so. [color=#6d9eeb]“-you have me.”[/color]