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"My plan honestly is to avoid getting caught and killed," Ulrich finished, crossing his arms. Caitria snorted jokingly.
"Isn't that all of our objectives?" she asked lightly, the question clearly rhetorical.
After Wren and Frankie talked some things out, the former glanced at Ulrich, requesting the man to utilize his x-ray vision while Lilith got the door open.
"We need to make a detour. There are others that are trapped here too. We could use the help and we can't leave them behind."
Caitria trailed behind Wren as the redhead located the rest of the prisoners, catching sight of a few guards in the process.
"Hey, on the off-chance you are not Hydra, how about helping me out of here, I can help you all get out?!" A masculine voice shouted out, the man behind it clearly not staying quiet for the guards.
Wren groaned audibly but went to rescue the prisoners nonetheless. She was back relatively quickly, but Caitria's relief didn't last long, the hallway's main lights abruptly shutting off and being replaced with red flashes and blaring alarms. "Go!" Wren shouted towards Ulrich, who was most likely trying to find a way out of the entire place with his x-ray vision.
"What about us?" Another voice called out from down the corridor. Caitria groaned internally but flashed a grin to the rest of the group. "You guys go on ahead, I'll get them out shortly." With that, Caitria quickly grabbed the keys out of Wren's pocket and dashed towards the direction of the voice, unlocking the door and the two prisoners' handcuffs with superhuman speed.
Caitria wrestled with the male's cuffs, getting them off after a few twists of the key. "How has your guys' day been?" the blonde asked in the process, the underlying tone of sarcasm clear in her words. "I'm Caitria Allen, daughter of Flash. As much as it pains me to say it, I'm not nearly as strong as I am fast, so I hope you can walk on your own."
Despite what Caitria said, she still attempted to lift the blonde woman, who looked in much worse shape than the man did. She dashed back out, managing to carry the woman three-fourths of the way to where the others were by sheer force of speed itself. She ran back for the man, transporting him a few meters behind his fellow cellmate. Caitria's gaze flickered around the corridor, evaluating her current situation.
"I might be able to catch you guys up to the others right now, but I'm definitely not strong enough to carry either of you beyond that," Caitria said, "so I really hope you can move on your own."
Caitria took a deep breath, loosely grabbing the woman again in what looked to be the least painful areas, bringing her to where the others moved to. She ran back to the man to do the same, just barely managing to catch him up to Wren and the rest of the gang. The blonde speedster rubbed her biceps, muttering, "yeah, I'm not made for heavy lifting."