"Oh boy. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
A smirk crossed the hitman’s lips as he moved closer to Snart. “I’m on something of a mission…” Floyd mused, taking a moment to size up the infamous criminal he was speaking to. “I’ve heard we have a certain annoyance in common. I was hoping you could help me find him…”
He had a good feeling that this Captain Cold would be more than okay selling out Boomerang. After all, did anyone really like that guy? It was hard to imagine.









