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The guy was on the street almost in an instant and took a deep breath of the cool fresh air of his beloved city. Now he faced an important task: he had to find soulmate Leonard Snart. To be honest, Barry was a little doubtful about whether this criminal had a soul mate at all, but it was worth a try. The universe of soulmates in their world was arranged in such a way that usually kindred spirits were, for example, a criminal and a criminal, or a hero and a hero, but there were also those over whom she could play a joke, sometimes an evil joke. So, for example, she could bring together a policeman and a criminal or a hero and a criminal. What the soulmate would be like did not depend on people in any way. Barry grinned mirthlessly. Yeah, I volunteered to help on my own head… And how will he look for this soulmate?! But then the criminologist remembered that during the robberies, Leonard sometimes accidentally touched victims or hostages, who were then released and information about this was stored in Snart's personal file, so the hero in a red suit went to the police department.***
For about half an hour, Barry had been carefully reviewing the dossier on Snart and the cases in which he was involved. Everything was as deaf as in a barrel. Out of anger, the guy threw the folder on the floor, and then covered his face with his hands. God, how can find him? Suddenly, footsteps were heard, but before the visitor could enter, Flash collected the sheets that had fallen out of the folder back and ran out of the building, taking her with him. He caught a glimpse of the surprised Captain Singh, who was a visitor to the police station at that hour. "Maybe it just seemed?" David muttered to himself and looked puzzled at his feet, and then forward, "yes, that's right, it's from lack of sleep, poor nutrition, stress and stress at work..." the man mumbled, sharply waving his hand in which he held a thick briefcase, it opened and all the papers that lay inside were strewn with the floor is like snow "your mother…"***
Allen in a Flash suit had been running around the city for about half an hour, trying to calm down, concentrate and think about how to find soulmate Snart, but nothing concrete came to mind. He stopped and angrily slammed his fist into the wall of the nearest house, without putting much effort. A crack went down the wall… The hero of the city stared in amazement at his handiwork, and then shook his head, hoping that he had just imagined it and looked at the wall again. It turned out, no, I didn't see a damn thing. Barry sighed heavily and, after thinking for a couple of seconds about whether it was worth fixing the crack, rushed to fix this problem. So at least he will be distracted from worrying thoughts about Snarts… When Flash, to his unspeakable joy, somehow finished messing with the wall, Ramon contacted him. "Barry..." he breathed into the microphone, "we have a problem…" "What's wrong, Cisco?" The guy in scarlet was instantly alert. "I found a place where Parker Fox's gang can hide," his friend explained, – well, that is, not his gang, but his friends, associates..." he was ready to embark on a long explanation. "I understand you," Flash interrupted him, "so where can they be now?"