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Western and Third was on fire; she wasn't entirely sure what she'd do when she got there but as she raced towards downtown she figured the best thing would be to pull anyone still trapped out. At least the Firefighters wouldn't end up getting potentially hurt...
Three-hundred and fifty two miles per hour. That was how fast she was going, according to Cisco. At least she wasn't having to go seven hundred miles an hour like a week ago to stop Clyde Mardon's F5 tornado. God that had exhausted her, mentally and physically. She'd also been sore for a couple hours, probably from tears in the ligaments and tendons in her legs.
Navigating through the city like this, going that fast would be more a hindrance than a help. Risking causing an accident while weaving in and out of moving traffic was something she didn't want to happen. Maybe when she was more experienced moving at those rates of speeds she would risk it.
“Carrie?” Cisco's voice was mumbled as he said her name before raising it to get her attention: “Carrie!”
“What?” She skidded to a halt, a hand on her ear piece. Wait... “This doesn't look---Did I miss it?!”
“You overshot by about six blocks,” Cisco told her.
“....oh. I'm sorry. I'll do better.” She sighed and turned on her heel, darting back the way she had came.
There was a group of panicked residents outside the building; families searching for each other. Faintly she could hear a mother calling for her child as she sped through the crowd. Many turned in shock at the red blur that went by them, stirring up papers and lightweight debris.
Inside the apartment building was a fiery nightmare. Everything was on fire and she fought back her on fear. There were people stuck inside here, probably more scared than she was. She had to help them.
“You there yet?” Cisco asked.
“Cisco! There's fire everywhere!” she wailed, looking around in confusion and panic, which grew when he didn't respond. “Cisco? Cisco!”
And then she heard it, above the roar of flames: “Mommy!”
Turning, she could see down the flame-filled corridor a small child clutching a stuffed animal in what looked like pajamas. Her own fear was shoved aside as she threw herself in a blur down that corridor, scooping the child up and was outside, setting the child down among the crowd in a blur.
Turning, she went back in again and again, pulling out everyone she could find in the burning apartment building. Once she was certain there was no one else, she sped away only stopping until she was safely tucked behind a building.
Panting faintly for breath, she spoke over the comm. “Everyone's out. Is there anyone else needing help, Cisco?”
“Carrie, it's Caitlin,” the voice that came over the comm sounded less than thrilled with her heroics.
“Oh...hi Caitlin....” she said with a nervous laugh. “How's your day been?”
“Get back to STAR Labs. Now.”
Eeeep.
“Yes'm,” she squeaked. “I'm on my way.”
As she stepped forward, ready to blur off, she stumbled, feeling light-headed. She sagged against the dumpster, pressing a hand against her head in confusion. After taking a breath, the light-headed sensation passed and she sped off. Best not to keep Caitlin waiting, even if she knew there was about to be one hell of a scolding coming up.