"This place is really starting to get on my nerves." Cold seethed as he iced another door and kicked it out. He didn't expect Matt was very coherent at the moment, if the pallor of his skin and caked blood down his neck from his ears had been any indication, but when he spoke, Snart didn't question his intuition. He darted left with ease, icing the ground behind them down the right hall for good measures.

At this rate, he was going to overload the gun and drain it's charge. He hit the third floor stairs, taking them as quickly as possible. "Just a little longer."