❝ So... About a hundred thousand doses. I can manage that, give me two minutes, it's delicate.
Hood isn't here. Do you want me to send a scout? They are... Speed Force energy, they don't really need to breathe. ❞
Bart's hands were already working on the first one thousand vials as he spoke. +
BART ALLEN
“Good. That’s good. Check if any filled vials were left at the cave? But I would say a milliliter based on past antidotes.”
Red Robin dropped down into an alley, Bō held in hand.
They needed to start driving out any infected that were hidden into the streets.
“Has Hood made it to the cave? He’s—
𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙏𝙖𝙢🦇
Bart ran back to the cave to check. He hated technology. It was so slow! Sadly, he couldn't do this kind of thing by hand.
That would be so much faster.
What a shame.
❝ Impulse to RR. There is about a hundred litres... Almost 26 and a half gallons. How much do you need on each dose? I can do +
BART ALLEN
“Negative. Not until the gas disperses, Impulse.”
But after Glitch shuts it down? The speedster was going to be an incredibly useful asset.
There were so many infected…
“Check in at the cave. How much has been synthesized?”
𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙏𝙖𝙢🦇
Oh, thank god! Or whoever is listening. The comms have stopped making his eardrums bleed with a terrible clown playlist.
❝ Impulse to... Everyone. Permission to come and help with distributing the antidote? ❞
#OneLastLaugh
