Leonard Snart smiled as he watched his partner, Mick Rory, grab the last of the money out of the safe.
"Hurry! We don't wanna be stopped by that scarlet…" Whoosh! The Flash, or Barry Allen, appeared in the room, glaring at him. "..Speedster."
"Don't you get bored with this, Cold?" Barry said.
"Ahh, Flash, you're aware that I know who you are under that mask. And Micks a blabber-mouth." Snart snapped. Just then a man in a Doctor Who looking trench coat appeared.
"Mr. Flash, I believe that I can handle him." the man said in a strong British accent.
"Who the hell are you?" Mick, Snart, and Barry said in unison.
"That's cute. Now, Flash, back up, because I don't really need you for my mission." Than, all Snart saw was a flash of light and the world blacked out.
Sara punched the man hard, causing his jaw to bled. She smiled at the woman she had rescued and pulled her jacket closer, trying in vain to avoid the Tibetan cold.
"Sara Lance?" said a British voice behind her.
"Who's asking?" she said.
"Rip Hunter." the voice said. Than, the world when black in a flash of light.
"What the hell?" Snart said. He was lying on the top of a building with 7 other people. Professor Martin Stein who had once helped the Flash, Mick, Ray Palmer (wasn't he dead), a man and a woman dressed in weird battle armor, a black boy, and a blonde. The last one caught his eye. For some reason he couldn't take his eyes off her. Than he snapped out of it. I'm not here to make friends. He thought. Finally, everyone else came to.
"Where are we?" the blonde said.
The man with the British accent appeared from the shadows. "Hello all of you. Since none of you know who I am, my name is Captain Rip Hunter. I have brought you to this rooftop to save the world."