This is without question the most ridiculous mission he's ever been on.

Yes, there's a time limit, a sense of urgency and danger, and yes, he'd do whatever he could to see it through, but looking at the flying, lazer-eyed pigs and the huffing and puffing wolves? Part of him is wishing he'd found another mission to take up.

No point in questioning it now. One of the wolves dives past, hurling its furry body at the main pig, while Locus takes a few shots of his own. Clipping their wings could help their prospects, perhaps.

Relying purely on imagination is still a work in progress, where he's concerned.

"Go low! Find a place to land." He turns back to look at Barry briefly.