As Rip disembarked from the Waverider, he breathed a sigh of sadness, it was over, all the time travelling antics were done. Perhaps he could open a coffee shop. Thats whats popular in 2018, isn't it?
He could try and get a job with UpSwipes. He knew from the waverider's databanks that they grew into a rather sizable company around this time frame. It was difficult, this, "normal life", it took Rip weeks just to stop saying "Gideon" every time he needed something answered.
2 Months Latrer.
"Welcome to upswipes, how may I help you?"
The customer service section of UpSwipes was, to be honest, crap. Mr Hunter was paid minumum wage to pick up a phone, tell someone to delete upswipes, then re-install it. At the end of each day, he picked up his coat, left his office, and returned to his Silicon Valley mansion.
Rip had used the money the legends had given him to buy some shares within UpSwipes. It hadn't taken long for his shares to be worth millions. He sold them, then bought more shares in other companies.
He sat in front of his Television, watched the political turmoil, knowing it didn't matter anyway. He tried to find something to distract him from his endless boredom, which was also the reason for his job at UpSwipes.
It was eating away at him. He needed it. It was like an addiction, no, it was an addiction. He needed the time travel. He needed the action. He needed SOMETHING. If this was some ironic way of punishing him then by god it was working. He needed action, the rush of adrenaline that can only be caused by one thing, getting shot at. Wait a minute, oh my god that's it. He could just use his millions to create his own time travelling gadget, he already had the blueprints to it, courtesy of Gideon predicting this exact moment. Well, time to get to work.
1 Week Later.
"HERE HE LIES, THE MAN WHO CLAIMED HE COULD BEST THE MIGHTY BRUTUS, NOW, HOW DO YE JUDGE HIM!"
"Bloody hell your annoying" Quipped Rip as he jumped back to his feet before using his wrench to knock Brutus to the floor. Rip followed the manoeuvre by using his timepiece to open a doorway under Brutus. "Enjoy the Cretaceous period" Rip brushed himself off, and closed the doorway, opened a smaller portal into a Midwestern bar in 1976 and grabbed a bottle a whiskey before dragging it back through to the Roman Colosseum, closing the portal behind him.
"Caesar, would you like a drink?" Rip shouted into the stands. The emperor was clearly displeased. His hand raised, the Roman turned his thumb downwards. "Now that's just unfair, I did beat your Champion after all!". As a hail of arrows approached Rip, he opened yet another doorway, directly underneath him. He fell through before closing it immediately afterwards. "Well that was fun" thought Rip as he returned the whiskey Bottle, still unopened. He walked towards his bedroom before taking a piece of paper out of his jacket and crossing the Roman Colosseum off of his "To Do" list. He opened the door to his Bedroom to find a woman , wearing a black suit facing away from him. Searching through his wardrobe.
"Nice to meet you dear, but unfortunately, this is private property, and i'd appreciate it if you would leave as quickly as possible"
The woman span round at his voice, fists raised, ready to attack, However upon seeing him, she appeared shocked.
"Rip?" She asked, shocked.
"My name is Rip, but i'm not an agent for anyone" Rip answered.
"This is Ava, Sara, I've found the anachronism's source, sending him to the Brig now. This is a weird one" She spoke into a device, which looked like a more advanced version of his Timepiece. As she spoke she also opened a Portal behind Rip, and gave him a shove backwards into it. Closing the tear before Rip could escape. Rip decided to look around his surroundings, only to realise he was in a very familiar place. He was in the Brig of the Waverider.