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 [b]PART ONE: ROGUE TAKEOVER[/b] 

 [sup][i]ANOTHER DAY IN THE LIFE OF A HERO[/i][/sup] 
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Less than a year ago Iris’ world changed forever. She was struck by lightning, doused in chemicals and became the Fastest Woman Alive, possibly the fastest person alive. A lot had changed since then. Her best friend, Barry Allen, had died fighting a Speedster from the future, who turned out to not only be his father but the man who had killed his mother.  Iris had faced threats from this planet and beyond, through the likes of the Silver Surfer. Teaming up with heroes the like of which this world had never seen. She had no doubt that one day, the world would need them to unite. She only hoped that they would, there hadn’t been a whole lot of chit-chat or exchange of contact details at the Raft. 

Not that she had time for this now.

Iris jumped off the ground and onto the lamp post that was being thrown at her, maintaining her kinetic energy she ran up the post. Against its direction of travel, jumping as she reached the end of it, trying to get closer to the cause of the disturbance. Manfred Mota hadn’t really plagued her much since footage of Jay losing his speed got out to the public, apparently his lust for revenge was satisfied with the knowledge that his former foe no longer had power. That hadn’t been enough for him for long however, for currently he stood at thirty feet tall, outside of the biggest Bank of America in Central City. In one hand was an armoured truck, while the other was currently searching for something else to throw at her.

Apparently Mota hadn’t invested in a very good pension plan. Passing through the air her closed fist made contact with him, however he barely stumbled in reaction to it. Once again she wished that she had been blessed with the gift of super strength. Rolling back away from him she ran down his body and onto the road at his feet, diving to the left as she saw the telltale shadow of his hand trying to squish her. Skidding to a halt she turned and faced Mota. [color=#ff9900]“I thought you retired Mota. What’s with the growth spurt?”[/color]

He snarled at Iris’ use of his real name, slamming a foot down on the ground shaking the street. He dropped the truck and ran straight at her. Sliding to the left she ran between his legs before he even knew what happened, appearing behind him. [color=#ff9900]“Come on Mota. Talk to me here, you were reformed. I’m willing to let the previous attack go, power down and take off the suit. You can still walk away from all of this.” [/color]Taking on the mantle of the Flash had been a lot, and while many of the memories she had seen when her and Barry had touched hands during the fight with Eobard Thawne were fading, there were still lessons that she had taken away from it. Iris always believed in freedom of information, power to the people and doing what was right.  

What Iris saw of Barry's life only fueled this resolve, it had to include people like Mota. People that for some reason or other had crossed the line to the other side, if she were to continue the legacy of the Flash in this timeline she had to act like it. Mota turned and stared her down, she instantly felt a sickening feeling in her stomach with the smirk that played across his face. That was never a good side, she turned her body slightly bracing herself, ready to run into action. 

His voice boomed through the street. [color=#ea9999]“You don’t know me, you don’t know my intentions. Stay out-” [/color]His face strained with the exertion as both his fists started to glow with energy [color=#ea9999]“-of my-”[/color] A buzzing sound started to come from him, as the grow got brighter as the buzzing got louder [color=#ea9999]“-WAY!” [/color]

[color=#ff9900]“Oh shit-” [/color]A blast radiated out as he slammed his fists together. She turned and ran, however the blast moved faster than she had expected and caught her in the back sending her into the air. Swearing as she flew through the air she spun her hands to try and control her landing in a nice controlled roll. 

Instead Iris landed hard, rolled awkwardly and bruised every inch of her body. Apparently the new size Mota was sporting came with a bag of new tricks, as he couldn’t do that last she saw him. [color=#ffd966]“Iris, Iris you okay?” [/color]The sound of Jay came through her earpiece and she groaned as she pulled herself back to her feet. 

[color=#ff9900]“I’ve had worse.”[/color] Iris shook her head as she looked for Mota, she briefly caught the site of his left foot as he turned a corner and ran. Apparently he wasn’t in much of a mood for a fight right now.

The sound of Harrison Wells cutting into her radio made her roll her eyes, he wasn’t really someone she wanted to speak to but with the fact that he had designed the tech for the suit she couldn’t really get out of it. [color=#6ecff6]“With the energy blast that Mota just expelled, it is highly likely that he’s used all of his energy reserves. He’ll likely be running to get away with his prize before his size begins to decrease-”[/color]

[color=#ff9900]“Thanks Doc.” [/color]Iris tapped the earpiece cutting him off, he could force a connection through if he wanted but he probably got the message loud and clear. She really needed to invest in another communicator, because cutting off Wells meant cutting off Jay. Who was infinitely more helpful in these situations than the great ‘Harrison Wells’. Disappearing whenever there’s a more exciting mystery, only to return and insist that she gives up the cowl to become a lab rat instead. 

Iris already knew how she was going to take him down though, and it was by going up. [color=#00ffff][i]One foot on front of the other, the rest will work itself out West.[/i] [/color] She wasn’t entirely sure why the words of her editor were going through her head right now, but needs must. She pushed off with her right, letting her speed build. Turning the corner she had seen Mota flee down she slid as debris blocked her path, kicking her right leg out ahead of her and bending her left knee she made contact with the pavement. Her costume protecting her as she slid along the ground. Kicking up with her left leg she transitioned back into a run and continued following the trail left behind, the world seemed frozen to her. The panic on the face of people however was clear. 

There wasn’t anything she could do for these people yet, other than bring Mota down. As Iris turned another corner she could see him running down the street, he did appear smaller than he had been before. Though she was still barely past his knees. Speeding up as she saw him she created a minor wave of air in her wake, running straight at him she jumped as she approached him driving both her fists into the back of his knee. Even at this speed Iris saw him begin to buckle, however she didn’t stop there. Turning to the left she jumped and did half a backflip in order to start a run up the side of a building. Approaching the top she turned and started running back down, allowing gravity to give her a minor boost on the way down. Approaching the bottom she leaped, aiming a punch straight for Motas head.

Mota fell with a thud that shook the street.

Iris landed semi-gracefully almost nose to nose with a police officer who was in the process of drawing his gun. She smiled at him, blushing slightly as she took a step back. [color=#ff9900]“One giant, as ordered officer.” [/color]She turned and ran back over to Mota, pulling what she [i]believed[/i] was the control device from his body. Thankfully her suspicions were confirmed when he shrank back down to normal size, she tossed the device to the officer, who caught it clumsily. This was probably his first superhero fight. [color=#ff9900]“Take care of that for me, will you? It doesn’t really go with this colour.” [/color]As more police cars started to arrive on the scene, she threw a two finger salute at the officer turning to leave, just your average day in the life of a Superhero.

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Leonard Snart flipped open his phone as he held his binoculars with one hand. As soon as he had heard about the escalating situation he had done his best to arrive here in time to see the final showdown. The Rogues were strong in that they numbered four, but there was always the necessity for more muscle. Having a fifth would also give them better control over the five ruling families of the Gem Cities underworld.  That said he wasn’t terribly impressed on what he had seen here today, every indication was that Mota ran by his own agenda. Not only that but he didn’t really put up much of a fight against the Scarlet Speedster. Even Mich had given her a bigger run for her money, and that wasn’t even with powers. 

He hit three on his speed dial as he raised the phone to his ear. [color=#6d9eeb]“You made contact with Freeze?”[/color] Snart nodded as the response came through, watching the street as the Flash disappeared into the distance and more police cars arrived on the scene. What drew his attention however was a Black SUV with tinted out windows. He threw a nod in the direction of the car, there was no response from the vehicle however he hadn’t been expecting one. Everyone knew their part in the plan after all. Snart turned to head down to the car. [color=#6d9eeb]“Once you’re in position, call me back. By the end of the day, we’ll know what we’re dealing with.”[/color]