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There is no other left?

"Wait, what? There's not?" According to building plans, city records, and all other intel, the door to the building should have been right where he was, on the lefthand side.

It wasn't her first mission as a fully-minted field agent, but it wasn't an official mission, either, just doing a favor for what amounted to an old friend. Cisco had once hacked Statesman's security at the Kentucky office, not -it turned out- out of any sort of malicious intent, but curiosity as to why a distillery would have that level of security.

"Okay, this might sound a little crazy, but bear with me, that lefthand side, the wall, is any debris in the alley, you know, newspapers, burger wrappers, loose trash, is it actually touching the wall, or is it just kind of near the wall?"

He looked around. Working with the secret-organization-that-Cisco-wouldn't-talk-about had offered them resources that Team Flash hadn't had access before but it certainly left a lot of holes as to what their protocol was. Just Cisco's word on them being the good guys was what he had to go on.

"There's a dumpster?"

"That's a good sign, are there any scuff marks on the wall that would show that there's been a dumpster slammed into it once or twice?" She was guessing not, because her working theory now -fingers still flying across the keyboard, working on getting herself access to parking lot cameras and electrical grid specs- was a hologram, which meant that these people were better equipped than initial intel had suggested.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be a field agent out here with me?" he asked into his comm. "And yeah, the scuff marks are here. He moved along the wall until he could place his hand on the scuff marks. There was something a little off about them.

"I'm right around the corner." She replied, brow furrowing, "And someone's got to get you in there." It wasn't that she didn't trust anyone else to, but she kind of didn't.

"I'm guessing that the 'wall' is holographic cover, but I can't be sure, because none of the street-level cameras in the area cover that alley, it's a blind spot. I'm working on getting ahold of electrical specs, but it's taking a minute."

"I can get to the other side of the wall. Holographic or not holographic."

He took a couple of steps back and took a breath before charging forth and vibrating at the same speed as the wall in front of him, effectively phasing through the solid brick until he came through the other side.

"How did you... you know what, nevermind. I will ask that question later." Mostly because Cisco had warned her that things might get weird, and she'd said that she was pretty used to weird, and it wouldn't do to make herself into a liar right out of the gate.

"What's the situation? I still haven't got a visual."

He sends the visual over to Whiskey's device, hoping she'd see what he was seeing in the warehouse:

A full lab set up with notes on how to recreate the energy signature of the particle accelerator.

"Oh, that's better." This was immediately followed by: "And that does not look good." It was about what she'd been expecting to find, though, given the information they already had.

"Any signs that they've had any success?" She was already skimming over power company reports and not coming up with any fluctuations, though if they had this kind of setup already, it would be a cakewalk to change official records to cover what they'd been doing.

He made a run around the perimeter to check. "A couple of incubation tanks but a lot of reports show failure," he whispered into the comm. "Where's the rest of the Statesmen? I thought Tequila was right behind me?"

"'The rest'? Do you think you need more help than just me and Tequila?" She shook her head then, pinching the bridge of her nose a moment, "Don't answer that, this is still new to me and sometimes I get snappy. Which is why Tequila's the one turning on the charm and running interference for a minute."