"What's the good news, Jax?"

Emerging from under a burned out console, Jax heaved a breath before leveling a grimace in Sara's direction. "You want good news or do you want the truth?"

That statement did not fill her with optimism.

"Truth, I suppose," She sighed, stepping away as an overhead panel exploded, showering them with glowing sparks. Sugar coating the situation wasn't going to help anyone.

Of course she wasn't expecting the litany of issues the younger man rattled off. By the time he was done, she doubted they were any systems he hadn't mentioned. "Is anything functional?"

After wiping his hands on a rag, Jax rubbed his face and shrugged. "Maybe? Gray and Ray are checking the secondary systems, but…."

"I fear things are quite dire, Captain Lance," Gideon's voice echoed from a nearby speaker, the words crackling but understandable. "Dr. Palmer was successful in restoring my access to the databases, but my self repair functions remain offline."

"Good to hear your voice, "Gideon," Sara called out in reply. "Are you able to run diagnostics?"

"Partial diagnostics are possible Captain, but I have no good news to share."

Tipping her head back, Sara closed her eyes. "We weren't really expecting any, Gideon, don't worry about it," she assured the AI. "I think we're gonna have to head out to search for some supplies soon. Food and anything we can use for repairs."

"Wiring," Jax grumbled, holding out handfuls of charred wires. "We burnt out a lot of it…and we need circuit boards. If we can MacGyver something to get the fabricators on line, I'll feel a lot better about our chances."

The time storm sure had kicked their asses.

"Jax, I want you, Ray and Stein to keep working on repairs. You're in command," Sara decided. "I'm going to grab Amaya, Nate and Mick and see what we can find out there."

"You mean besides giant, carnivorous dinosaurs?" Jax added, somewhat dubious.

Yeah, dinosaurs. This was gonna be fun.


"They are far less pleasant than Gertrude!" Amaya declared as they scrambled onto a rooftop via a fire escape to avoid a pair of T-Rex who had followed them when they exited the ship. Thankfully, most of the dinosaurs had been occupied by the flash bang Ray had tossed from the other side of the ship, so they had gotten pretty lucky.

Mick let out a low rumble and peered off of the edge of the building. ""I'd be pissed off if I were them. We're in Dino jail."

"What are you talking about?" Nate huffed, breathing hard after their sprint and climb. "How could anyone put dinosaurs in jail? Didn't Jurassic Park teach us that they'd break out?"

"Jurassic Park?" Amaya asked, sounding startled at the idea.

"See that span of dirt?" Mick said, pointing to a wide stretch of ground that was mostly dirt with a few trees. It was several hundred feet wide and ended at nothing, turning immediately into a normal street and beautiful city buildings. "Everything beyond that looks all new and shiny. The buildings here are crap holes. Someone found a way to keep the lizards here."

Letting her eyes move along the barren perimeter, Sara had to admit that Mick had a point. "Dinosaur jail, fair enough," she agreed, then nodded decisively. "Let's look around for a way off of here. I don't want to have to call Ray to get an airlift out."

As they began to poke around the roof, Nate said, "You know, when I was a kid, I'd eat my dinosaur chicken nuggets in the order they would die on the food chain. Those guys down there were always cold when I got to them."

"That's your mistake, Pretty. Gotta take out the most dangerous enemy first," Mick said and Sara couldn't find fault with that logic.

"Over here!" Amaya called out, waving at them from around a small shed that remained atop the roof. When they circled it, they saw a thin beam extending from the roof into the shattered window of the next building. She was half way across it before Mick anr Nate could even mumble protests.

"Scared, boys?" Sara teased, following Amaya across and ensuring they'd follow, though with more flailing and at a much slower pace.

There was a clear path through the building, which had once been some kind of office, an occasional smear of chalk on the wall to mark the way and soon the group found themselves sprinting into the grove of trees. It seemed like it might have been a large park, though Sara didn't remember LA having any such expanse. Clearly, another result of the time storm.

The foliage was dense and Amaya touched a leaf. "Many of these are edible," she advised, chopping a few large fronds and placing them in the pack she had slung over her shoulder.

Mick muttered something about rabbit food and then went still. "Anyone else think it's too quiet?"

"That's never a good sign in Jurassic Park," Nat muttered…as everything went to hell.

A huge log suspended on vines swung through the trees, making them scatter, but also knocking aside a large, pouncing dinosaur that roared in displeasure. Smaller creatures appeared from the ferns and a voice shouted, "This way!"

Having no other option, the followed the man, who was dressed in well worn, jungle appropriate clothes, but with a scarf and goggles covering his face. The sting of whipping branches soon made it clear why he was keeping so covered and led then through the trees and into a cave, swinging a blade that cut a line, causing a camouflaged trap door to snap shut behind them, concealing them from the dinosaurs.

They stood there, panting in the darkness, listening as the dinosaurs passed by, crashing off into the woods. After several minutes, their rescuer lit a torch, illuminating the cave in its warm glow.

"Thanks," Sara offered, giving the man a cautious nod.

For a long moment he stared at her, then glanced at Mick before reaching up and pulling off his mask.

If you had asked Sara who she would have least expected to be rocking a sweaty Indiana Jones look in a version of LA overrun by dinosaurs, Leonard Snart would have been on the top of that list.

Especially when he spoke. "Well, fancy seeing you here, Assassin."

TBC….