There was a bit of debate over what their next step was. On one said there was the idea that they should find out who this new Ra's al Ghul was and then go back and prevent them from resurrecting the League of Assassins. The other side of the argument pointed out that this was the moment in time Gideon had said was the best moment to weaken Savage so whatever they were going to do needed to be done now and not in the past. Then of course there was Snart and Rory who said lets just kill it.

Whatever they decided, the first thing they had to do was find out who Ra's al Ghul really was. So they worked out a plan to sneak into the compound to find out. Ray and Rip would enter through an underground passage used to bring goods and supplies in from the harbor. Sara and Snart would slip in using an old escape passage Sara knew about. The rest of the team would be on standby in case things went south.

The Assassin and the Thief had no trouble getting in. The passage led them right into the heart of the house and by the looks of it no one knew it was there, not even this new Ra's al Ghul, which meant it couldn't be Nyssa. Nyssa would have never left even a supposedly unknown vulnerability unchecked. This did not convince Snart however. He was still trying to get Sara to accept the possibility.

"You realize," Sara said in a whisper as they hid behind a dark corner. "She would be in her fifties."

"Do you plan on being less badass when you're in your fifties?" Snart whispered back. "I don't."

"Why are you so hell bent on me believing this new Ra's is Nyssa?" Sara asked before they moved further down the hall and into another dark blind spot.

Snart didn't answer. Instead he asked, "Why are you so hell bent on believing it's not?"

Sara didn't answer though it was written all over her face. She loved Nyssa. A part of her always would even if she didn't know what or who the future held in store for her. Sara had lost her taste for the work the League did and that's why she left. She'd never lost how she felt for Nyssa. "Come on." She finally growled at Snart. "This way."

They made their way to where the private bedrooms were. There were very few guards since it was midday so it was easy to go unseen. Snart made quick work of the lock on the master bedroom door and the pair slipped inside. There had to be something, some clue, something personal that would tell them who they were dealing with. The room was almost as Sara had remembered it. It was a bit updated but still within the theme of the house. The array of weapons on the walls were new but not really surprising. Bows and swords were standard fair for the League. Sara was drawn to a display of arrows on one of the walls. They weren't a matching set. The fletching on the arrows were all different, some were green, some were all red, and some were black and red. Sara reached for one of the black and red arrows when Snart called out to her.

"You need to see this." He said from across the room. He was standing in front of the fireplace. As Sara came closer he moved so she could see what he'd found.

On the mantel was a framed picture of Sara and Nyssa each holding two little grey kittens. Sara didn't remember ever taking a picture like this. She would have remembered being as happy as she looked in the picture. They both looked happy in a way Sara hadn't even been. Was this a moment in time that hadn't happened yet? God she hoped so.

"Still don't think it's her?" Snart asked.

On the other side of the compound Rip and Ray were making a telling discovery of their own. Rip crouched in front of a stone marker, his hand tracing the ancient Arabic letters, while Ray stood behind him.

"What does it say?" Ray asked.

Rip bowed his head while quipping, "No Arabic in that genius brain of yours Doctor Palmer?"

"I was going to get around to it." Ray said, his voice laced with a bit of shame as if he should have known how to read this ancient language still used by this ancient order of killers.

"It says, 'Beloved in life. Beloved in death.'" Rip said as he stood.

"That's what Nyssa called Sara." Ray said softly. "Nyssa is Ra's al Ghul. We need to find Sara."

"That is going to be a problem." Rip said as he began to slowly raise his arms.

Ray looked confused. "Why?" He watched as Rip began to turn slowly with his hands up so he turned as well. There were six black clad masked guards pointing arrows at them. "Oh, that's why."

Stepping out into the hallway Sara knew right away that something was wrong. She held her hand out to stop Snart and then shot him a glare to keep him quiet. Sure enough moments later the hallway was flooded with the sound of boots on marble floors.

Sara quickly pulled out her bo staff while Snart drew his cold gun.

Sara stood ready to fight. When the first of the League guards came around the corner she took a step back to plant her feet and raised her staff. She was expecting an immediate attack but the hooded masked man hesitated when he saw her. She could tell by the crinkles at the corner of his eyes that he was older and that there was a flicker of recognition and confusion. He had been with the League before. He knew she was Ta-er al-Safar.

The moment passed to quickly and the guards that came after him were young and unknowing. They attacked and Sara found herself in the fight she was expecting. Sort of. The guards fought well but they did not fight like members of her League of Assassins. These were not men and women trained by Ra's or Nyssa or even Talia. Despite being outnumbered she and Snart managed to take down this wave of attackers, though the old man put up a worthy fight, he was still an old man and Sara was fresh out of her League training refresher course.

"We have to find Rip and Ray." She said to Snart as they ran down one of the long open hallways.

"Do we have to?" Snart replied before stopping and blasting a pair of charging Leaguers with his cold gun. "I have a feeling this is all their fault."

"You can snark at them about it later." Sara replied as she swung her bo staff into the back of the head of another attacker.

Back on the ship the rest of the team was starting to realize that something had gone wrong. They came up with a quick rescue plan; Kendra and Firestorm would fly in and engage while Rory landed the jump ship in one of the courtyards for a quick evac. They also decided to go with the plan B they'd all talked about. If they had the chance to they would grab Ra's al Ghul.

Of course their plan Bs didn't work out any better than their plan As most of the time. They were really a team that did better flying by the seats of their pants, making it up as they went along, and relying on pure chance as much as they relayed on their skills and tech.

The team managed to hold their own against the archers and melee fighters. Sara and Snart managed to make it to the courtyard where they'd seen the flashes of fire that let them know Jax, Stein, and Rory had arrived. What none of them were prepared for were the elite guards, the personal bodyguards slash servants of this new Ra's al Ghul. There were four of them all dressed in black leather, all of them women, all of them sporting a collar Sara didn't recognize until it was too late. The sonic screams came from all around them since the women had taken up positions in all four corners. Sara, Snart and Rory went to their knees as they clutched their ears while Kendra and Firestorm fell from the sky. One of the women, a rather vicious looking redhead closed in on Firestorm, focusing the force of her sonic scream on him until Jax and Stein separated. That's when the normal guards moved in, capturing the team.

Their weapons were taken, their hands were bound behind them, and they were forced inside by arrow and sword point. Along the way Rip and Ray were shoved into the line as they were forced further into the house. They were brought to the largest room of the house, the one that had once been a dining hall, and was now clearly more of a throne room. When Sara was first pushed through the door she could see the hooded figure she'd seen in the binoculars standing near the massive fireplace. Even this close the robes concealed anything that would give her a clue as to who this was. Sara would know Nyssa's body instantly, the curve of her hips, the perfection of her posture, the sway of her movements, but she couldn't read any of that because of the robes and hood.

As they were brought close Ra's al Ghul began to turn. The eight of them were lined up in front of Ra's and the guards began to force them to their knees in various forceful ways. "You will kneel before Ra's al Ghul!"

From the moment they had been brought in Ra's had been looking Sara. When she finally spoke it was in perfect ancient Arabic and it was aimed at the guards trying to force Sara to her knees. "Fools! Do you not see who she is? Do you not recognize Ta-er al-Safar?"

The guards surrounding Sara stopped manhandling her and took half a step back from her. She looked at the hooded woman, looked her right in her concealed eyes, and said, "Who the hell are you?"

The hooded woman smiled though no one saw it. "I am Ra's al Ghul. I am the Demon's Head."

"The hell you are." Sara said as she took a step forward but she was stopped by her guards, though not as roughly as they would have moments ago. "You're not Nyssa al Ghul. She was the last rightful Ra's al Ghul."

Ra's took several steps towards Sara as she raised her arms towards the hood of her robe. As she pulled the hood back she said, "No, I am not Nyssa al Ghul."

The woman was young. Sara would guess mid twenties. Her hair was long and black, braided and pinned to her head in a style Sara herself had worn in her past. Her skin was a warm fawn color, she wasn't pale but it wasn't quite a natural tan either. Her cheekbones were high; her chin had a slight cleft. Sara's heart skipped and sputtered in her chest. The young woman favored Nyssa; there was no doubt in that, but not completely.

Her jaw was a bit squarer, and her nose a bit more pointed, but it was her eyes that were the most startling difference. Her eyes were a painfully familiar shade of pale blue.

Ra's read it in Sara's eyes, the realization of who she must be, and it made her smile. She once again spoke in Arabic. "Hello Mom."

Sara's eyes went wide and she gasped softly. The shock hit her hard but it only lasted a moment. But in that moment Ra's had moved on. She had made her way to where Rip was kneeling on the hard marble floor.

"You don't look very impressive to me, Gareeb." Ra's said as she looked down at the man.

Rip looked up at her. "I keep my impressiveness under the coat."

"Was that meant to be an amusing hero quip?" Ra's asked in a condescending way. "I've heard better."

"I'll try harder next time." Rip replied as he watched the young woman move on. He looked between her and a still stunned Sara. He had understood what Ra's said. He knew she had called Sara mom. He also knew the word she spoke next and it made him whip his head in the other direction to see who she was talking too.

"Dalali!" Ra's hissed at Ray before striking him hard enough topple him over and draw blood.

Betrayer. The word flashed in Sara's mind as she lunged and yelled, "Leave him alone!"

Anger, rage, pain, all flashed in the young woman's eyes as she looked over at Sara. Their gazes locked for several long seconds before Ra's looked away. She moved from Ray to Kendra. She looked the woman over and even reached out to caress her face. "You are beautiful. I can see why he is obsessed with you."

Kendra jerked away from Ra's touch.

Ra's chuckled and then moved over to Snart. She looked him over as well and then turned to look at one of her Canaries, the redhead. "He is kin to you Dhahabi. What shall I do with him?"

"Do as you wish." The one Ra's called Golden answered. "My mother's brother is of no concern to me. If he is allied with the Betrayer than he should share in the Betrayer's fate."

"All of your mother's bite and none of your father's comparison, my friend, but at least you have his skill and talent for gadgets." Ra's said with a chuckle as she began walking back towards the fireplace. She looked into the fire for a moment before turning to face everyone. "Take Ta-er al-Safar and al Tadhia to a guest room but keep them under guard at all times." She paused for a moment and then looked at one of the four women with the sonic device collars. "One of you must remain with them at all times."

Ra's paused for a moment to think and then continued, "The rest chain in separate cells. Keep the old man and the boy far apart, never allow them to touch." Her heated gaze landed on Ray as the guards forced everyone up in preparation of moving them along. "In three days time al Dalali will die until then chain him to the wall for all to see."

Ray's eyes went wide and his heart alternated between stopping and pounding. "What? Why? What do you think I did?"

"I don't think you did anything!" Ra's yelled as she charged towards him. "I know what you did! I was there I saw you!"

"I haven't done anything!" Ray replied.

"You will." Ra's hissed.

"What? What will I do?" Ray begged.

Fire blazed in Ra's eyes as she said, "You murder them."

Again Ray's heart did that stop and pound thing as he pales and goes weak in the knees. "I wouldn't… I would never… Who? Who do you think I…"

"So many." Ra's hissed. "So many dead, so much blood on your hands, but none more precious than that of my mothers. The Betrayer of Heroes, the murderer of Nyssa al Ghul and Sara Lance, you will die by my hand, you will die for every life you took from me, each death more painful than the last." She stepped back from him and ordered. "Get them out of my sight!"