The Minutemen were sent flying away from Archangel, "Target the hostages." One of that ordered, slowly picking himself up off the ground.
One of the armed Minutemen brought his gun up to aim at the fleeing hostages, ready to shoot them down just to beat their enemy.
A maelstrom of yellow lightning hit the gunman, sending him flying against a wall. The lightning was fast and didn't stay in one place for too long, it encased several civilians and caused them to seemingly disappear in multiple directions.
"It's him." Another Minutemen muttered, "We gotta go. Now." He told his allies, the yellow lightning shooting back into the lobby from the front door once all the hostages were gone.
It came to stop beside Archangel, the lightning swirling around a man dressed in a form-fitting red one-piece costume with a cowl that covered the top half of his head.
On his chest he bore a white round emblem, a yellow lightning bolt dead in the center.
He was the fastest man alive. He was The Flash.
"Need some help?" He asked Archangel, watching as the Minutemen began to cower away. They felt they could handle a lesser known hero, but The Flash was a Leaguer. Higher tier than they wanted to deal with at the moment.
Revere could hear the commotion upstairs, it was time to go now or end up in prison. He moved faster as he approached Solstice. "You're mistaken, sister. That bomb isn't a weapon, it's an escape route." The terrorist told the woman.
"We have a train to catch." Revere said, the muffled sound of an explosion being heard in the maintenance room behind Solstice. Revere gestured for his people to move, he himself intent on walking past Solstice.
"I'll see you soon. You seem stubborn enough to get my way again." He said as his people followed with Godfrey, "I'll open your eyes eventually."