He's been called worse, because he is worse. Leonard Snart is many things. A nice person isn't one of them. He's rude at best, and straight up villainous at worst. So far, Jacob's been on his good side. That can change in the blink of an eye, and the pull of a trigger.
When it comes down to it, Jacob is a stranger, and accidents happen to strangers all the time.
Swimming towards the door, Len is considering his options. Whether or not he's in the mood to keep his word, or kill a man. At the end of the day he's a criminal, and the value of his word is dependent on the value of what's behind their door.
Floating with his legs tucked beneath him, Len draws the cold-gun from the holster strapped to his thigh, checking back over his shoulder to gauge Jacob's proximity. He wasn't lying when he said it was going to get cold. The water temperature will drop to freezing almost as soon as he fires.
He motions for Jacob to cover his eyes with one hand. If he chooses not to listen and temporarily blinds himself, that's his problem. Len isn't going to play Seeing Eye Dog. If Jacob can't see, he can't work, which makes him a liability and not an asset. Which means he can bumble around in the dark and drown, for all Len cares. So long as he doesn't get in his way.
The hall glows a brilliant blue when he pulls the trigger, made brighter by the fact they're surrounded by reflective metallic surfaces. Staring directly into the freeze ray without goggles will burn the hell out of your retina.
A second is all it takes to turn the floor before the door into a sheet of ice. Len swims down, breaks it open with the butt of his gun, and brushes the ice away from the opening. Inside is the door mechanism, a pulley-type system that's going to require some serious elbow grease in order to pry the doors apart.
The water is freezing. Len's lips are already turning blue, fingers white-knuckled around his gun. He's gained a resistance to the cold after years of utilizing his weapon, but nothing can prepare your body for the shock of it. Holding your breath goes from hard to agonizing.
If they don't move fast enough getting that door open, they're going to be in for a bad time.
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When it comes down to it, Jacob is a stranger, and accidents happen to strangers all the time.
Swimming towards the door, Len is considering his options. Whether or not he's in the mood to keep his word, or kill a man. At the end of the day he's a criminal, and the value of his word is dependent on the value of what's behind their door.
Floating with his legs tucked beneath him, Len draws the cold-gun from the holster strapped to his thigh, checking back over his shoulder to gauge Jacob's proximity. He wasn't lying when he said it was going to get cold. The water temperature will drop to freezing almost as soon as he fires.
He motions for Jacob to cover his eyes with one hand. If he chooses not to listen and temporarily blinds himself, that's his problem. Len isn't going to play Seeing Eye Dog. If Jacob can't see, he can't work, which makes him a liability and not an asset. Which means he can bumble around in the dark and drown, for all Len cares. So long as he doesn't get in his way.
The hall glows a brilliant blue when he pulls the trigger, made brighter by the fact they're surrounded by reflective metallic surfaces. Staring directly into the freeze ray without goggles will burn the hell out of your retina.
A second is all it takes to turn the floor before the door into a sheet of ice. Len swims down, breaks it open with the butt of his gun, and brushes the ice away from the opening. Inside is the door mechanism, a pulley-type system that's going to require some serious elbow grease in order to pry the doors apart.
The water is freezing. Len's lips are already turning blue, fingers white-knuckled around his gun. He's gained a resistance to the cold after years of utilizing his weapon, but nothing can prepare your body for the shock of it. Holding your breath goes from hard to agonizing.
If they don't move fast enough getting that door open, they're going to be in for a bad time.