Ch. 3 –
Back with the other Legends, they had just arrived at the bar Sara had been at a few hours ago. They entered as a group and made a beeline for the bar, hoping that the bartender would have something to say.
Rip assumed authority and tried to get the man's attention. "Hi there, I was hoping to ask you a few…"
"Have you seen a hot blonde, dressed in white in here tonight?" Rip Hunter didn't have enough time to ask his question before Leonard Snart butted in, interrupting him.
The bartender didn't even look up to the group, he was too preoccupied with filling his orders. It was only when the whirring sound of Snarts' cold gun started up that he pulled himself away from his task.
"Look, I haven't seen anyone!" he said as he threw his hands up and watched the patrons seated around the bar scatter. "I just got called in, the new guy quit an hour ago."
Beside Snart, Mick growled. "He's lying." He then put up his pyro gun, mirroring Snart.
"I'm not! There, my timecard is on the end of the bar." He nodded to the corner of the bar where the workers punch in.
Rip nodded to Ray to go and retrieve it, to which he did, as well as everyone else's on the pile. Rip studied it and determined that he was not lying. He then threw the stack in front of the man.
"Give me the other bartenders." When the man wouldn't hurry fast enough, he yelled "NOW! Or my friends here won't hesitate to blow your head off."
The guy flew forward and pulled out one card with the name Logan James. Rip snatched it from his hand and then left with the rest of his team following him. Leonard hung towards the back and gave the man one last glare before disappearing out of the doors. No one messed with his team, especially with Sara.
Once back at the ship, Gideon ran fingerprints from the timecard and they had a face. Gideon then searched all over the web for ties to that name but his history had been wiped, he was untraceable and their only lead had died.
"Damn it!" Snart yelled when he saw the empty screen. He couldn't keep his head level, Sara was always the one there to help him calm down in these situations, but she was gone. He vowed to kill this man, and he would search the ends of the Earth to find her.
He stormed out of the room and Amaya nodded to Ray to follow him and try to calm him down. Ray always knew what to say, and he had known Sara longer.
Ray found Leonard Snart staring out of the open door ramp with his arms folded over his chest. He was visibly upset and Ray knew that he had a thing for Sara.
"You know, she likes you too man," he said standing on the other side of the ramp and mirrored Leonard.
"What the hell are you going on about?" Leonard asked bitterly.
"I mean," Ray began, "that she likes you too. I see the way she looks at you."
Leonard just shook his head without saying anything. He didn't think anyone had noticed the way he looked at Sara. She was always the one he looked for during battles, to make sure she was safe. He always looked out for her, even if he didn't outwardly show it. Never in his life had he ever cared about anyone, besides his sister and of course his best friend Mick.
"Look, we are going to find her, I don't know how, but we will." Leonard finally turned to look at Ray but he looked lost.
"And how are we going to do that, Ray. We have no way of tracking her, our only lead was a dead end and the tape didn't give us any other clues. Don't you dare stand there and tell me everything is going to be okay."
Wait a minute, Ray thought as something struck him. "What did you just say?" he asked Leonard, hoping that whatever he had just said would jog his memory.
Leonard looked at him in confusion. "I said that we have no way of tracking her and…"
"TRACKING!" he yelled as he remembered. He ran back inside and pushed Dr. Martin Stein out of the way of the computer and began tapping away. Leonard was hard on his heels demanding to know what was going on.
"I remembered Felicity talking about something with Oliver." He said while the rest of the team gathered around confused.
He kept tapping away as he spoke. "Back with team Arrow, I remember hearing about when Sara was resurrected from the Lazarus pit, she was kind of crazy. Okay a lot crazy, and if I remember hearing correctly, Felicity put a tracker in Sara's shoulder just in case she escaped, and she did but it was no biggie because they found her."
Leonard was then brought out of his gloom state. "Well can you find her then or not?"
"I don't know," he started, "I don't know if they kept it in or not, but if they did I can turn it back on and hopefully find her."
"Mr. Palmer you are a genius!" Rip said as he slapped him on the back.
"That's what they tell me," Ray said with a smile. It then disappeared into a look of astonishment and a red dot appeared on the screen in front of them. "I found her, but you aren't going to like where."
When he didn't say anything else, Leonard Snart yelled at him, "Well where is she?!"
After a pause, "Damien Darhk has her, back at the warehouse we fought him at earlier."
Everyone's faces fell, this was not good news. A regular thug they could handle, but a thug with powers with sheer hatred for the team, Sara in particular, was going to be tricky.
"What does he want with her?" Jax asked, being the one brave enough to ask it.
Rip knew though, he was after information on the Spear of Destiny.
Miles away at the warehouse, the basement had gotten cold and Sara was soon shivering. She should have been able to withstand the temperature with her League training but that injection messed her up.
There were so many things running through her mind at once as she pulled herself from her spot on the floor where Darhk had left her. She drug her weakened body to the wall and sat with her back to it. Darhk didn't bother with tying her up again so she just sat and applied pressure to her wrist that had somehow managed to get cut during her struggle with the Red Death. She had gashes all along her arms and with the blood under her fingernails, she assumed they were from her clawing at her skin as the fire ran through her veins.
My team is coming for me, they wouldn't leave me behind, she thought. She tried to shut off her mind to keep the memory from that drug out, so she focused on the team. Rip wouldn't leave me…would he? Doubt started to creep in so she tried to force it out. Thoughts like that could be dangerous. Of course someone would be coming for her, right? Snart would figure out that I didn't come back, he wouldn't leave me. She let her gaze shift to the floor and noticed that a pool of blood had formed. What the hell?
She leaned over to inspect it and then the pain flooded back into her body. She had let her mind slip for just a moment and pain in her side made her gasp. She reached around slowly and pulled the fabric of her suit back around the newfound injury.
"Well shit," she said audibly. A sliver of wood from the busted chair had made its way into her side and she didn't notice it until now. She grasped the three-inch protrusion just under her ribcage and then prepared herself to pull it out. Mentally counting to three, she pulled forcefully and bit her lip to keep from yelling out. She panted from the exertion and then looked at the sliver in her hand. It had impaled her about four inches deep and she thanked god it hadn't been any deeper.
Before she could do anything else to stop the bleeding, the door slammed back open revealing Damien Darhk once again. Sara quickly stood and slid the sliver of wood into her belt behind her.
"Oooh that doesn't look too good." As Darhk spoke, he cocked his head and stared at her still bleeding side. She didn't need to look at it to know that it was running down her leg. He then looked around the room and smiled at the pool of blood right behind her near the wall and then the one on the floor where he had left her an hour before.
Standing strong, she glared at him daring him to speak again.
"So tough, little Canary, but not for long. Once I break you, you are going to tell me everything I want to know about your little group of friends. The first thing I want to know is how 'Gideon' operates. I know you know this answer, since you captain the ship."
"I won't tell you a thing, Damien. You would have to kill me first," she threatened with fire in her eyes.
He walked into the room fully now and closed the door behind him. Sara noticed that the cuts and bruises she had given him earlier had vanished. His hand wavered over an extended taser attached at his hip and when he caught her looking at it, he pulled it free and allowed the electricity to flow freely through it.
"I know you aren't afraid of me, yet, but that is going to change real soon. So, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Which would you prefer miss Lance?"
Instead of answering, she readied herself for a fight.
He laughed to himself at the sight before him. "The hard way it is." Without warning, he lunged forward to strike her with the taser pole but she bent and spun away from it while pushing her pain to the back of her mind. Darhk countered and used his free arm to swing at her injured side but she feigned to the left and with a single, fluid movement, pulled the sliver of wood from her belt and plunged it into Darhks shoulder. She drove it deep, wishing that it was longer so it would cut through the other side.
He roared in pain and while she still had her hand on the wood, he slammed the taser into her stomach with such force that she was carried off her feet and electricity surged through her body. She gritted her teeth, unable to move for a moment but that was all Damien needed to recover. He kicked her in her injured side as she laid on the ground and caused her to flip over onto her stomach.
All of her instincts told her to get up but a strong boot pressed into the middle of her back, pinning her to the cold floor. She tried to buck backwards and catch him with a backwards kick but he expected it and moved, kicking her in the face instead and stunning her for a moment. He then kneeled into the small of her back to where she couldn't move. He wrenched her arms behind her back and asked her a new question.
"How were you able to pull Rip Hunter out of his own mind?"
She spit out a wad of blood and smiled, blood staining her mouth and lips. "Fuck you," she said in defiance.
Damien rolled his eyes and sighed. He pressed a button on his taser rod and it quickly turned into a spear. He half expected to see some kind of reaction from Sara but her sideways gaze from the floor showed no fear. "Have it your way then," he growled.
Sara braced herself for the impact of the spear but once he plunged it into her back, she found out that it was laced with more of the Red Death drug. The fire enveloped her again but with a much lower intensity than before. She couldn't move as he stood, still gripping the spear that was sticking though her back. The pain was unimaginable but it was as if her vocal chords had momentarily frozen, she was sure she would have screamed but no sound came out.
"Last chance," he said as he leaned over and grabbed her hair on the back of her head, pulling it so she was forced to pick up her head.
She shivered from the instant fever and pain and finally managed a weak laugh. "Not a chance," she spat, much to the dismay of Darhk.
He then wrenched her from the floor and pushed the spear all the way through her back, causing her to involuntarily gasp. He let go of her and she looked down to see the spear sticking out of her stomach. More of the Red Death pulsed through her system and right before she collapsed, the tip of the spear disappeared back into her body as Darhk pulled it back out. She fell to her knees, her hands going to her new wound. She knew she had to stop the bleeding but her mind became fuzzy as it felt like pure fire was coursing through her system. Falling the rest of the way to the ground, her gaze landed on the door, her only method of escape.
She willed it to open as her vision blurred in and out. She wanted Snart to rush through and pick her up, carrying her away from this place. When the door finally did open, it was Malcolm Merlyn who entered.