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[COLOR=#dbf220][indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Central City[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]Post #1.08:[/b] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Smoke and Mirrors[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][/indent][/color][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][color=#dbf220][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I]None[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [COLOR=SILVER][I][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4904668]One Step Ahead[/url][/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][/indent]


Snart and Rory were taken into custody, but before Thawne could even get back to Eddie’s apartment, he heard a new wave of sirens and police come down the street, heading onto the highway. Another criminal undertaking. Perhaps a grand theft auto. Thawne figured he would head over there and get it sorted before refueling his calorie reserves. That was before he heard the sound of sirens... Again. In a different direction than the bank. 

He blasted past the Police Cruisers, heading after the modified pickup that was speeding down the highway, a plow was attached to the front of the car, pushing all the other vehicles out of its way. A primitive but effective way of getting a leg up over the police. But truly, it would not achieve much when it came to outrunning the human lightning bolt. 

Thawne would quickly come up on the side of the pickup, as he was reaching for the door, he was hit in the chest with a projectile, so small he hadn’t caught it in his peripheral,  small explosive charge, enough to knock him off balance, and go skidding to the pavement, leaving the vehicle with opportunity to pull off the highway down the freeway. 

Thawne quickly regained his composure and retook his pursuit, he felt like the blast had actually hurt him - more than it should’ve. He felt a little winded, he wasn’t able to run quite as fast as before.

He was feeling... Tired. He hadn’t felt that way in centuries, not like this. Well, that’s perhaps not the entire truth. He was exhausted after his victory over Barry Allen. But then the speedforce was leaving his body. Now he’s feeling [i]human[/i] exhaustion. Hunger. Thirst. 

The Speedforce would have to sustain him. He could not let these criminals get away. The truth of the matter was that Barry wouldn’t have let hunger stop him and there was simply no way in hell Eobard Thawne was gonna let Barry beat him. Not ever again. His feet pushed off the pavement, lightning flaring around him, cloaking him. The car pulled down into the docks as Eobard caught up with them. 
A Wicked lightning bolt was tossed from the speedster, as he skidded to a halt, his friction shielding powers were veining due to exhaustion. The lightning struck the back wheel of the car, exploding the back axis, making the vehicle flip. The modified pickup truck skidded on the asphalt, Thawne was panting as he looked onto the thugs crawling out of the car. One in blue, the other wearing green, balaclavas over their faces. The man in blue wore a trench coat, the man in green had a leather jacket, Thawne identified what looked like pistol holsters in both of their jackets.

He would have to pace himself. He walked towards them. As the man in green climbed out of the car, he picked him up by the collar and pressed him towards the upside-down car, a projectile flew past him, thrown by the man in blue. Thawne could easily identify the projectile as a boomerang.

“Four Rogues in one day?” He asked rhetorically and the man in green looked puzzled, his eyes following the boomerang as it was coming back to strike the seemingly unaware Hero.

The boomerang came back and Thawne caught it with very little effort. 
“Digger, Now!” The man in Green shouted, and the one whom would call himself Captain Boomerang pressed a button in his hand, and the boomerang exploded as Thawne realized what was happening attempting to hurl the boomerang away at super speed, but the projectile never left his hand before it went off, sending him to the ground, wounding his right side arm.

“Mirror mirror on the wall..” The man in the green spoke, softly as Thawne quickly came attacking. Pulling the piece of glass from his coat, Thawne quickly realized his error, but it was too late, he was too tired and too slow to change direction. He was quickly sucked into the glass piece, trapped into the mirror dimension - exactly where The Mirror Master would want him.

“Snart was right, after all. Turns out this so-called Flash wasn’t fast enough to stop all four of us.” Scudder spoke with a loud laugh. 

“He was right fucked,” Harkins added.

“But mate, so might we be.” He continued, the sirens appearing in the distance. They would grab the valuables from the truck and take up shelter in the closest warehouse.