Star City; America: 2017
They landed on the roof of Oliver's office, Ray called for an update , whilst Sarah tried to get a hold of Ava from the Time Bereau.
That left Mick, Nate, Amya, the Professor and Jacks, standing around waiting for orders the open cargo hold. Stein and Jacks where in deep conversation , Nate and Amya where avoiding eye contact and trying to subtly shuffle away from each other.
"Wish they would hurry up already" Mick said under his breath
Ray appeared, looking less cheerful than usual, which means he was worried. Sarah followed a few seconds later.
"Right Ava said these things are appearing everywhere all over time, the bureau is overwhelmed, so she has temporary recruited us to the Time Bureau and Star city is now officially our problem" she opened her arms wide to emphasis the magnitude of the crap they were in.
"These rips can't be random? Surely this must be man-made?" Martin Stein said
"That's the worry, this might be an attack or distraction, but we can't know for sure. Which is why we need to kick this thing in the butt, quikcly" She turned to Ray "Update?"
"Yeah, so I spoke to Diggle, he says that there are nine of these rips last count, all being monitored. Several people and, eh, I quote 'One massive weird hairy thing that's eaten all the donuts in the city' are being held at an Argus facility, most of the team is helping out, Felicity is keeping an eye via had to remian in mayor mode. So he's in his office right now"
Sarah frowned slightly as she digested the information
"Right Martin and …"
"If I may" the Professor injected "I believe my daughter Lilly can be help here, but in her current condition…" he trailed off
"Okay" Sarah sighed "you and Jacks take the jump ship to Central city and see if you and Lilly can liaise with Oliver's team at Star Labs"
The two guys nodded and head back to the ship. Sarah turned to Nate.
"Right Nate you take Mick and go to the Argus felicity"
"Ain't a good idea" Mick said
"Why?" Sarah asked annoyed
"I'm still a wanted criminal" he gestured towards his face "I walk into a place like that I'll get arrested"
"Okay" Sarah sighed "Nate then take Amya"
The two of them glanced worried at each other, and Ray leaned in towards Sarah
"Um, not a good idea at the moment" he whispered
Sarah rolled her eyes
"Right" she said firmly "Ray and Nate go to the felicity. Me and Mick will go and see Oliver and Amya…"
At that moment a pteradytacyal flew past the opposite skyline.
"Go and deal with that" Sarah said pointing
Amya nodded and ran off, tugging at her totem as she went.
Sarah turned to Mick
"Come on"
Inside Oliver's office, Sarah and Oliver quickly got into deep discussion; partially catch up partially about the situation. Mick bored, started to wonder around the office picking up and examining things at random before putting them down again. Oliver must of said or did something to Sarah because she glanced over her shoulder
"Mick don't steal anything" she said in full captain voice
"Whatever you say boss" he replied, pulling out nice looking compass and paperweight from his pocket and placing them back on the shelf.
Oliver frowned
"Got any booze around here?" Mick asked galncing around
"Next door, but we just picked up someone up who we think came through a rip" the archer said gesturing towards the door in the corner "she's through there if you could check on her, that would be great"
Mick grunted as he headed towards the door
"Oh, you might want this" Oliver flipped a coin at him, he caught it "she won't say where she's from, but she had that with her when we picked her up"
"Best take to the ships brig, and then Gideon can help us figure out where she's come from". Sarah order
"Babysitting duty, got it" Mick grumbled as he opened the door
"Right doll time to go" he said loudly as he entered the room, then he stopped dead in his tracks
A women, late twenties early thirties in a grey old fashioned dress, was standing with her back to him, examining some flowers. Flame read hair was coiled on top of her head; she had a pretty pale neck, and an hour glass waistline. The dress was to poufy to see the rest of her, but when she turned large hazel eyes stared out at him from delicate features and berry red lips smiled.
"Good afternoon sir, I don't believe we have been introduced?" she extended her hand "My name is Lady Lenore Beatrice Horrington" she add
She spoke like some stuck up Brit, but Mick for once didn't mind. He took her soft hand and held it his own, not sure what he supposed to do.
"Pretty" he said breathlessly
"I'm sorry?" she said confused, he was still holding her hand
Mick cleared his throat and let go, gesturing towards the flowers.
"Pretty" he repeated
"Oh, yes they are" she said smiling
"Some sort of Asiatic lily, I can't place it without my books, but Mr Queen must have a splendid hot house, if he's able to grow them" she continued
Her eyes were back on the flowers now, but they sparkled when she was talking about them. Mick couldn't bring himself to dismiss or mock her enthusiasm.
"Anyway I'm Mick, Mick Rory and am here to take you back" he said
"Take me back? To my husband's estate?" The light in her eyes died
Just for a moment Mick thought she looked like the sadist person he had seen. He glanced away afraid she was about to cry.
"May I finish my tea first?" she asked
"What?" Mick bringing his attention back to her, she was smiling again.
She indicated to some leather chairs with a tea service resting on a table between them.
"It would be impolite to refuse Mr Queens hospitality" she added
"Sure" Mick shrugged
"Would you like some?" she asked
Mick would prefer beer, or whiskey, but his throat was unusual dry and he felt he couldn't refuse a Lady.
"Yes please, Lady" he stumbled trying best to remember the manners he never had. She gave him another bemused look, he glanced away.
"Please sit" she said as she poured the tea and handed it to him.
He sat holding the tea, his hands felt so clumsy he held it with both to make sure he didn't drop it.
"So are you part of Mr Queen's guard?" she asked
"Me no, I'm no one's guard. I err, well I'm not sure what I do, but I kick ass and help people, I guess" Mick replied feeling embarrassed that he couldn't really think of an explanation of what he does
"How does kicking donkeys help a person? Do you mean you train disobedient cart mules?" she frowned
Mick took a gulp of his tea, he pulled a face it tasted fowl. Can't believe people drink this stuff he thought.
"No, I mean I fight people and, ugh, help people like like, um, like you" he mumbled through the last part of the sentence and yawned. He caught her expression.
"Oh, sorry, I guess"
She smiled; it was a gentle sad smile.
"Have another sip of tea, I always find it quite revitalising" she said sipping her own
He did, gulped it all down, yuk and it just made him drowsier. Oh wait.
Mick slumped back in the chair, his limbs now heavy, brain foggy and vision blurring. He could see the shape of the Lady standing and moving towards the a door at the other end of the room.
"It is regretful that I had to take this course of action Mr Rory" she called softly from across the room "but I am staying here"
The door gently clicked as Rory's vision became black
