Sara

"What do you think?"

Sara glanced back to where Rip stood leaning against the wall just inside the front door, he was trying to look relaxed, but she could see he was nervous letting her see this.

"Small," Sara grinned at him.

Rip rolled his eyes, "Well so far my staff includes me, and me. But I'm hoping you too."

She looked around again in silence.

"You know you want to," Rip said, "We both know you'll hate being a cop."

Sara laughed, "My dad is not happy with you right now. And I quote, 'Not only have I lost my best detective, but he turns around and steals my newest recruit'."

"Come on and I'll show you around," Rip pushed himself off the wall.

Sara bounced a little as Rip walked her through the small space that was currently the home of Legends Security. It was small but neat and divided into separate but distinct sections. Reaching the smallest room, she stared in amazement at the things sitting around it. When Rip had come to her with the job offer, she'd been stunned because she'd never thought he would ever leave the force. Even after being shot.

"Where did you get all these?" Sara asked, looking at the devices she assumed were for surveillance.

Rip smiled, "I made them."

"What?"

"Before I joined the force my original focus was computers and technology," Rip shrugged, "I started tinkering when I began thinking about setting things up, it's amazing what you can put together when you have nothing much else to do."

Sara chuckled, "I am impressed."

"Are you in?" Rip asked.

With a grin Sara nodded before asking, "So, have you talked to anyone else yet?"

"Not yet," Rip replied with a shrug, "But I have a few people in mind."

Diggle

Dig walked into Dragon's Breath not sure why he'd been asked to come by, but he didn't have anything else to do today and was intrigued by the message, so here he was.

"Hi," Constantine, the owner greeted him, "Can I get you a drink, mate?"

Confused Dig nodded, "Just a soda. Although you can tell me why I was asked to come to a nightclub at ten in the morning?"

"Rip," the man called through the door at the back, "Your meeting is here."

The other man appeared, looking better than he had the last time Dig had seen him, although he was still moving slowly.

"Mr Diggle," Rip smiled at him, "Thank you for coming."

"You got me curious," Dig admitted.

Rip motioned him to a seat at the nearest table, "I am going to get straight to the point why I asked to meet you. I am starting a security company and I want to hire you."

Dig leaned back in his chair thoughtfully, "Why?"

"I saw the plan you put together for Nyssa's party," Rip reminded him, "You know your stuff. From your background you have both military training as well as been a bodyguard on enough occasions to know what is required." Dig stared at him stunned the man had done a background check on him but before he could ask Rip continued, "Considering the last time we talked, I'm assuming you no longer work for Reverse Star Solutions?"

Dig nodded before shrugging, "As much as I enjoyed the work, and I am good at it, Thawne didn't listen to anyone which became frustrating."

"I saw that," Rip told him, "And I can assure you that I will listen to what you say."

Dig mused for a moment looking at the man in front of him. He had enjoyed his job, but Thawne had not been the best boss in the world. Considering what he'd seen of Rip Hunter, Dig decided to take a chance.

"Okay," Dig nodded, "Trial period."

Rip offered his hand, smiling when Dig shook it, "Agreed. Now, I'm also hoping you may have some ideas on people to build my teams with."

Dig smiled, "Oh definitely."

Zari

The café was quiet as Zari sipped her coffee while working on her laptop at the corner table. A shadow covered her, and she frowned at the man standing there.

"I'm doing nothing illegal, Detective," she stated coldly, "I'm debugging a computer game."

Rip Hunter smiled at her holding up his own tablet, "I know. This is not a secure place to work so I had a look."

She frowned at him, "The wi-fi in my crappy apartment sucks."

He shrugged, "Well on the other hand you could be in jail."

"What do you want?" Zari demanded.

Rip pulled a chair out and sat, he took a quick breath grimacing suddenly.

"Are you okay?" Zari asked worried at the pain covering his face.

"Possibly overdone things today," he sighed, taking a breath Rip looked at her, "I'm not here as a cop."

Zari frowned worriedly, "Are you sure you're okay? You look a little pale."

"I was shot a few months ago," Rip explained waving her concern away, "I'm still recovering and as I said overdid it a bit today."

She stared at him, despite how annoyed she had been when he'd appeared Zari did like the man. She'd been arrested the year before for hacking into the security systems of three jewellery stores. Learning she'd been forced to help the gang robbing because of a threat to her family, Rip and Quentin helped her and her family.

"The reason I'm here is to offer you a job," Rip told her.

Zari stared at him, "What?"

He smiled, "I'm starting a security company and I need someone with computer skills. And as someone who is almost as good as I am you are my first choice."

"Really?"

Rip nodded, an amused smile on his lips at her scepticism, "If you're interested, I can give you some more details."

Staring at him thoughtfully for several seconds, Zari nodded, "Okay, let's hear it."

Less than an hour later he had his recruit. The three main positions were filled by the people he'd wanted and Rip was ready to begin.