Intern at S.T.A.R. Labs

On his way back home, Adrian noticed an Old woman near his apartment and decided to help her.Turn out it was a neighbour of his, Mrs. Campbel who lived upstairs , she had a few boxes come in from her son , her very dear son as she said, who doesn't have much space at his new place so he gets his stuff delivered to her place every few days. She's just happy she gets to see her son because of it. Despite their weight the woman didn't complain so Adrian asked to help her with them every time she gets delivery. While he wondered which son would make his mother carry these heavy packages up 4 flights of stairs all he could out of Ms. Campbel was he worked in a dry cleaning or laundry place, they always talk about some T.V. show they watch and not his job. Speaking to her reminded him of his mother, luckily his father was there with her. She thanked Adrian and asked to join her for dinner she made some chicken soup and kachapuri. He obviously agreed and enjoyed a warm home cooked meal after weeks of snadwihces and coffee. Right on time Adrian's mom called as everyday asking him how his day was , he even gave the phone to Ms.campbel as his mother wanted to thank her for treating her son.

 After a good talk he bid her good night and again saw the sea of boxes with a changed attitude. He decided to open them, at least one, the rest can be organized on the weekend. With that in mind he opened one box labelled "findings" filled with news paper clippings about sightings , disappearances and hauntings. He had some interest in the weird and unknown, the impossible. After going through the box pushing it aside for later and check the business. His online free lancing , good to earn some money till the S.T.A.R. Labs stipend comes and before his father realizes he is broke.

An empty inbox, no requests, no views, well its expected it has only been a day, two days. Not letting that bother him he started looking for nearby e waste centers, if lucky he can get some good stuff for cheap or at least some scrap components for future projects. He wondered if S.T.A.R. labs has its own E-Waste hoarder yet if not, he could fill in. Its late, time to hit the sack.

Another good morning in the sunny cheery capital that is central city as the radio announcer proclaimed , cloudy with a chance of fog but the morning sun was as apparent as ever. Our protagonist gets up ready for the day. As he leaves out in the lobby he notices some package boxes which had the same label, after a closer look he confirmed it was for Ms. Campbel, they all were. He shrugged , an intern can be a little late for the job but a neighbour shouldn't be. He carried all the boxes up stairs by her doorstep but didn't ring the door bell as he thought she might still be asleep. After that derailment he had to bolt for S.T.A.R. labs. Huffing from the hurry he still greeted the guard as the robot voice greeted him in.

He was late as everyone in the fabrication laboratory pointed out of so graciously. Despite it being just a week or so Adrian had started to get the nickname Ad-run cause he was always running late. It wasn't the best comedy could achieve but people working in a laboratory aren't the funny type anyway. He was a good sport and played along, running was his hobby he retorted.

 Almost immediately after he sat down Alarms started ringing. Seems a bit exaggerated for a prank but it is S.T.A.R. Labs, maybe even their pranks are next level. No one seems to be bothered so it must not be real. A few seconds pass and a voice comes from the entrance to evacuate in an orderly fashion. The voice demanded respect but had no authority , Adrian gets up to look at the source to see a stout man. He kept on shouting and demanding we clear the lab and leave every task as is. Suddenly there was a sound of gas spreading, boiling liquids and a glass vessel shattering. Adrian wondered if they even have any glass equipment in here, turns out one of the engineers had played an MP3 file on his laptop but the stout man had his daylights knocked out of him. Harold got up and asked everyone to empty out as a smile shone on his face.

While they walked out Adrian asked and Harold obliged. Turns out this is a bi-monthly training activity, especially in case for Particle Accelerator failure . Previously they used to clear out the chem and bio tech lab first , mainly cause the guy was a perv and that department has majority of women. After getting fed up one of the lab tech let some chemicals boil on purpose and a light explosion occurred right next to him. Since then he goes to the chem area last and never shouts, also why some of them use that MP3 file. Adrian wondered if this is how the adult world is like , the dark sides of the office culture and disregard for hierarchy. His thoughts wanderered quickly as he saw Ms. Powel. He could recognise that hair bun from a mile away. He bid Harold a due and walked forward to her.

After exchanging greetings he thought but couldn't speak. What is something cool he could say in this moment. There may be a fire but she is the hottest thing here, would have probably gotten him kicked out. So he just asked how she was doing which led to the most by the books conversation, so we can skip past it because Adrian himself wasn't paying attention but just watching her mouth move as she said sweet nothings.

In the Pipeline Hartley Rathaway stood , seemingly distressed with a few notebooks lying on the ground, an attendant came to warn him of the emergency but got shoo-ed as it was just a trivial drill while he worried for the actual deal.

In the Ground floor hall stood Cisco , Caitlin and Ronnie waiting for everyone to assemble just so they could lead them out for the drill. Ronnie pointed that having a drill every 2 months is a bit overkill while Cisco stayed shut. Caitlin argued it's best to be prepared for anything, especially when they are going to be the first particle accelerator . Cisco about to argue the point that technically there were small scale accelerators before but Caitlin's stare was enough to stop him.

Dr. Wells looking at all the CCTV cameras from the Cortex computers inspecting the crowd, his team of employees marching outside at his command , each screen focussed on a particular feed, one on the trio, one on Hartley in the Pipeline, one in the STARchives where an employee seemed to be snooping and one on Adrian. He gazed at Hartley's feed the longest, with a sorrowful face, knowing what comes next will not be easy.