“I’m seeing needles,” Barry said. He held up both hands. “I’m out.” He started backing up.

Carlos rushed forward, stilling holding the device in his hands. Barry kept his gaze fixed on the device as he backed right up to the closed door of the small laboratory. His gaze flicked up to Carlos, just as his hand reached behind and found the doorknob.

“They’re not needles!” Carlos said.

Barry hesitated.

“They’re probes.”

Barry frowned. He turned the knob.

“It’s cake!” Carlos said.

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