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"I never heard of any Legends."

Before any of the team could react, the hooded figure fired an explosive arrow over their heads, causing a barrel to explode behind them.

As Mick fired a blast of fire at the man, the rest of the team ran (or limped in Ray and Lucas's case) for cover.

"Get back!" ordered Rip (not that he really had to tell them).

Ducking behind some concrete as the hooded man continued to fire at them, Mick glared at Sara, "This guy a friend of yours?! I don't like him!"

"Yeah!" agreed Lucas, "You really need new friends!"

As Len, Rip and Mick fired back at the man, Sara immediately began to protest. "What are you doing?"

"It's called shooting back."

That can't be the Green Arrow…." Kendra exclaimed in shock, as Sara nodded in agreement.

"That's not Oliver Queen."

"Sure dresses like him!" Ray stated.

Making sure that his son was safe, Len growled in frustration. "Shoots arrows like him!"

"Well, whoever he is, I don't plan on sticking around to get shish kebabbed by this dude!" yelled Jax

"Jax's right!" Lucas yelled, wincing as his chest ached, "Let's stay behind and kill him"

"We need to return to the ship!" ordered Rip, spurring everyone else into action as Len went to support his son, and Mick went to support Ray.

Still ducking, they all raced back to the Waverider.

….

"All right, Rip…." Demanded Sara, as they entered the Waverider, "… Tell us the truth."

Rip sighed, "You've all seen how the timeline is malleable in flux until it is set. Well, this future is not set!"

As exposed wires crackled and sparked (causing Mick and Lucas to flinch slightly), everyone frowned in confusion.

"Remember when I told you it was dangerous for any of you to know too much about your own futures? Well, the events that you dread could very well come to be due to your actions to prevent them."

"You know what I think?" Mick grunted, "I think you think too much."

"Believe me when I tell you that the best thing for yourselves and for this mission is to make the repairs to the Waverider here in 2046 then head back to your own time and make sure that none of this ever comes to be!"

Sensing that Rip was being deadly serious, no-one argued.

Almost silently, the group dispersed, with some choosing to try and fix the ship, some going to eat (Mick) and others to try and rest (Lucas).

…..

Less than an hour later, Lucas groaned as there was a gentle patting on his face.

"Come on…" whispered Len, helping his son to his feet, "… Rip has a job for us."

"You're actually gonna take me along?"

"You'd only come anyway… but you're only on look-out okay?"

Lucas found that he was too tired to answer, and simply nodded. Just keeping a look-out, aka, sitting down seemed fair to him.

As they made their way into the cargo bay, they found Mick holding a metallic object up to the light. "It's not money. It's not jewels. It's not a valuable artefact…. You're just lucky I'll steal anything right about now."

Rip rolled his eyes slightly, "As I suspected."

"We'll get your gizmo…." Interrupted Len, pulling on his gloves, "…You just get this bucket flying again."

"I'm coming with."

Everyone turned to look at Sara, with Rip frowning at her as she grabbed her weapons.

"No, no you are not!" Rip scolded, "You're too emotionally connected to the city…. We've been over this!"

Spinning around, Sara glared at the man, "I'm over you! You got us on a mission to change the timeline for yourself. And you won't even let us look at our futures? Now, I know this city better than anyone else, and you're gonna need me out there."

She stepped closer, "So, either I'm coming with, or we can find out if the Time Masters are as good at teaching people to fight as the League of Assassins."

Lucas chuckled at this, "If Time Masters are anything like the Time Lords, then I doubt it…. He'll be good at running though!"

"Doctor Who wasn't too bad at fighting…" chuckled Len, "… I'm sure some of the earlier reincarnations could- "

"- oh, shut up you nerds." Groaned Mick. "Let's just go."

….

As the team strode through the streets, Mick turned to Rip. "This is just a potential future. It doesn't matter if we kill anyone here, right?"

"Priorities Papa…" Lucas chuckled.

"Well, to avoid the risk of a paradox, it's probably best to refrain from…. killing anyone."

Mick turned to frown at Rip, before shrugging, "I'm not gonna promise anything."

As they continued down the street, Sara glanced around. "My sister's apartment used to be over here."

"I seem to remember something about your father being a police captain." Len stated, a smug smirk on his face.

"Your point?"

"… Did one hell of a job."

Lucas twisted around to stare at him, "Ouch Dad… ouch."

"My father and everyone else would never have let this happen… unless they were all dead."

An uncomfortable silence fell over the group as they continued to stride through the streets.

"Palmer Tech's just two blocks up this way…." Stated Sara, "…Or at least it used to be."

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion to the right, causing the group to duck and flinch away.

"Take cover in there!" yelled Rip, gesturing towards an abandoned school bus as thugs on motorbikes shot into the area, whooping and beating up anyone who got in their way.

As they clambered into the school bus, Len shook his head in disbelief, "It's like World War III out there!"

"Yeah, It's beautiful!"

Lucas rolled his eyes at his Papa's viewpoint, but chose not to say anything in favour of resting on a seat, the sudden rush having caused pain to flare up again.

As gunfire echoed throughout the streets, people fighting and arrows striking flesh, Rip shook his head in despair. "We need to find another route."

Minutes later, Sara gasped as the archer was shot off the top of a bus, racing out of their hideout and ignoring Rip's protests.

"Ms. Lance, don't. Sara! Damn it!" He turned to the criminal trio and scowled, "You three don't move! We'll be right back."

"Right!"

Literally seconds after Rip left the bus, Mick grinned at Len. "We're not gonna sit here, right? Imagine all the looting we can do in this chaos!"

Lucas nodded in agreement, causing Len to smirk. "Why don't we stretch our legs at that bank we passed three blocks back?"

Quickly, the trio made their way out of the bus and headed up the streets, taking in all the chaos that surrounded them. Before they could get much further, men and women riding large quad bikes began to circle them, eventually coming to a stop as a young man leapt in front of them, aiming a gun at them.

"Drop your weapons, and hand over your wallets!" he ordered, a manic smirk on his face.

The trio glanced at each other in amusement, with Len shaking his head. "Wait, are you actually trying to mug us?"

"What is this, amateur hour?" chuckled Mick.

A large man, dressed in a large fur coat with a girl practically hanging off his arm, strode up to them. "If you don't do what my man says, we're gonna crush you into the pavement like a couple of ants."

"Really?" Mick started to laugh, nudging his partner in the side as Len chuckled as well.

"What do you say we teach these fellas a lesson?"

"Yeah!"

The leader stepped forwards, allowing his minion to remove his coat for him.

"That's what I want in life…" sighed Lucas, a smirk on his face, "… a lackey to remove my coat for me, so I don't have to make the effort."

Len smirked at his son, "A boy can always dream hmmmm?"

"One day Dad, one day."

The leader was clearly not impressed with the lack of fear, and before any of the trio could react, he punched Len across the face.

Whilst Len didn't react to the punch, Mick growled, held back by Lucas's hand on his arm.

"That's what you get when you don't follow directions." Snarled the leader, clearly thinking he now had the upper hand.

"Interesting…." Mick handed his gun to Lucas, "…. Hold this."

He then struck the leader in the face…. The man barely flinched.

"Second thoughts." Grabbing the gun back off Lucas, Mick aimed the gun at the chuckling leader and fired, setting the man ablaze.

As the leader screamed in pain, dropping to the ground as his flesh burned, the minions all took a step back, staring at Mick in shock and awe. "Where did you get that?" the man gasped.

"…eBay." Mick smirked at the fear in the man's eyes, reaching over and grabbing the fur coat, "Now, your boss will not be needing this."

Len and Lucas raised their eyebrows as Mick put the coat on, spinning around and beaming at his partner and son. "Well…" drawled Len, rolling his eyes as Mick preened, "… this has been fun, but I think it's time to leave."

Mick seemed shocked at this, "Leave? Why would we leave?" He clambered onto the leader's quad-bike, and gestured at Len, "Come on, sweetheart…. It's just like the old days."

Begrudgingly, Len strode over, climbing up behind Mick as Lucas commandeered his own quad bike (ignoring how one minion was left without a ride… and how his Dad frowned at the sight of him driving anything)

"Let's go boys!" yelled Mick revving the engine as he followed some of the other minions, grinning as Len tightened his grip around him.

…

This was hell and heaven all at the same time.

The club music was loud and obnoxious, making Lucas's aching headed pound with the beat. His Papa was prancing about on top of a table, acting like he'd been crowned King of England or made President.

"Hey, you… I'm terrible with names!" yelled Mick, gesturing at one of the minions with a beer bottle, "I'm gonna call you Fonzie!"

The crowd cheered as Mick gestured at another minion. "I'm gonna call you Kenickie!"

"YEAH!"

"Anyone else here need a name?"

As Mick riled up the crowd, Lucas walked over to the bar and grinned at the punk woman standing opposite. "Bartender. Give me a whiskey dry!"

"Don't give him anything alcoholic!" ordered Len, who was sitting nearby (and looking very bored).

"You are no fun."

Len smirked at this, before glancing over at Mick. "I take it you like it here too?"

Shuffling closer so that he could be heard over Mick cheering and the loud music, Luas grinned. "You've gotta admit, it's kind of fun… and Papa's definitely having fun."

"I can see that… but would you want to stay here though?"

"Forever!" Lucas shook his head, "Fuck no!"

"No?"

Lucas nodded, glancing at the mini riot that was happening, "This is kinda fun…. But where's the thrill of a heist? This will get boring soon, and Papa will realise that eventually."

"Hmmmm, hopefully sooner rather than later." Before Lucas could reply, Len got to his feet and strode over to Mick's 'stage' as the man whooped in glee.

"Your Highness…" Len drawled, "… can I get a moment of your time, please?"

"Sure. "Mick beamed at this, clearly thinking that Len was going to take him to a back room so that they could have some fun…. Their actual destination of the bar wasn't too bad either.

"Ah, isn't the future great?!" the arsonist whooped, gesturing at the bartender to pour him another drink.

Rolling his eyes, Len sighed. "We really should be getting back to Rip and Sara."

"Why?"

"'Cause I'm not looking to put down roots here."

Mick frowned, "Why not? It's everything we've ever wanted! I got a gang that does everything I tell them to…" He flicked the collar of the coat, "… I got a fur coat…." He grabbed a cup full of ale, "…I got a chalice!"

Smirking at how Len groaned at this, Mick took a step closer, wrapped his arm around Len's waist and pulled him to his chest. "Now… why don't we go and have a little fun?"

Len leant back, sneering slightly in disgust as he smelt the alcohol on Mick's breath. "What about stopping Savage?"

"What about it?" Mick released Len and took a step back, scowling at his partner, "You're the one who said we're in this for the score, remember? We could live like kings here. No cops, no heroes just some fool in a green hoodie…. It's Christmas every day!"

As Mick walked away from Len, purposely leering at some scantily clad females in an attempt to make Len jealous…. It wasn't working… much.

As those two glared at each other, Lucas leant against the bar, glaring at the bartender who'd jut given him a glass of coke.

"Well look at you!"

In alarm, Lucas turned his attention to his right to see a young lady dressed in extremely tight clothing (like, needed oil to put it on tight). She was a pretty girl, probably around 18, with dark brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes… she was absolutely caked in make-up.

"Hello." He grunted, hoping to put her off before he offended her.

"So…." She sidled closer, "… You're the boss's son?"

Ah…. She was one of those.

"Look…" sighed Lucas, placing his glass on the bar and using his foot to keep the girl at bay as she tried to get even closer, "… I ain't the way to get to the top."

"… Huh?"

Lucas smirked, "You think that if you can sleep with me, the boss's son, then you'll have some kind of power… sorry, but you're not my type."

"Honey, I'm everyone's type."

"Not mine. I prefer them with less make-up… and boobs, less boobs"

The girl sneered at him, "Oh… you're one of those."

Before Lucas could say anything, she stormed away, causing to sigh wearily. "2046 and homophobia still exists… great."

…..

Hours seemed to have gone by, and the music was getting louder. Out of the corner of his eye, Lucas noticed that his Dad looked like he was going to commit a mass homicide… and soon.

Suddenly, as he downed another glass of coke, the door to the makeshift club slammed open and there was the sound of glass shattering under the force of wooden bats as a gang of people strode in.

"Who invited them?" grunted Mick as the music quickly came to a stop

One of the minions winced at the annoyed tone in Mick's voice, "Word on the street is Deathstroke is pissed about something."

"Deathstroke… what kind of name's that?"

Pushing through the new group of thugs, was a young man, a scowl on his face. "Party's over. Everyone hit the streets. Hit everybody on them. I want Green Arrow dead by morning!" the man yelled.

Mick clearly didn't appreciate this, standing to his feet and striding up to the newcomer, "Listen, pal, this is my gang. The only orders they take are from me."

"Hmm…." The man (who Lucas now assumed to be Deathstroke) sneered at Mick, obviously not impressed, "…might be your gang, but it's my city."

Lucas couldn't help but smirk at this…. Way to ruin Papa's plans

Without waiting for an answer, Deathstroke addressed the crowd again. "Green Arrow is running with a female assassin in white and a Brit in a brown coat. Kill them all!"

Before leaving, Deathstroke smirked at Mick and pushed a finger against his chest in a silent 'I'm more powerful than you' gesture.

Seconds after the Deathstroke gang left, Mick's newly acquired minions were quick to follow.

"You heard the man. Let's go!"

As everyone started to rush out of the door, Len and Lucas strode over to Mick, both smirking at the slight pout on the older man's face.

"Looks like your new minions are about to go on a citywide manhunt for Rip and Sara." Drawled Len.

"So, what?"

"They're gonna kill our friends!"

"Since when did they become our friends?"

Lucas laughed at this, "You tell us… You and Raymond seemed to get pretty tight back in Russia."

"I've never been tight with anyone."

Knowing that his dad would be slightly hurt by this (to be honest, he was slightly hurt as well), Lucas was unsurprised when Len tensed up and strode towards the exit. "Mick, it's time to go."

This is where everything changed.

Instead of agreeing (albeit grumpily) and following Len, Mick wrenched his gun out of the holster and aimed it at Len. "You're not the boss of me!"

And of course, Len retaliated, pulling out his own gun. "Actually, I am!"

Lucas frantically glanced between one to the other, pressing back against the bar and mentally hoping that he wouldn't have to take sides…. He hated taking sides.

Eventually, Len disengaged the gun and rested it against his shoulder. "Okay, let's both take a deep breath…." He inhaled and then relaxed "… And we'll make ourselves a deal. You help me get to Rip and Sara…. Once they're safe, we can have this conversation. Fair?"

There was a brief pause, before Mick reluctantly followed.

This was not going to end well.

…..

Knowing that Rip and Sara would most likely be searching for the technological do-hickey at the SMOAK building and the warehouses nearby, the trio hotwired a car and a motorbike in order to make the journey across the burning city.

It was tense.

Len had taken the motorbike whilst Mick drove the quad-bike, with Lucas as a passenger…. And it was tense.

Nobody spoke to one another… what was there to talk about?

Eventually, the trio heard the sounds of fighting from a nearby warehouse and drove in through the open door. Rip, Sara and Baby Green Arrow were fighting against Deathstroke's men, with Rip sighing in relief when the criminal trio turned up.

"Gentlemen, your timing is exemplary!"

As Mick went to go fight, Len rushed over to the quad-bike and pointed at Lucas. "Stay there! You're still healing!"

"Can I at least shoot at them?"

"…. Fine, whatever!"

The fight was over it less than a minute, but something was wrong.

"Where's Connor?" exclaimed Sara in concern.

Bending down, as Lucas joined the group, Rip picked an abandoned bow off the ground and sighed. "He's been taken."

Sara went pale at this, kneeling down and examining the unconscious body of a nearby enemy. "These are Grant Wilson's men."

"Hmm. The guy with the half face and the body armour has a real mad-on for the kid in the hoodie." Grunted Mick just as Rip tossed the bow to the ground and turned to Sara.

"Can I have a word?"

When they moved over to the other side of the warehouse, to avoid being heard, Mick turned to Len. "Now that we rescued them, let's have that chat."

Len sighed, "You want to stay here."

"Thought I made that pretty clear. What I'm less clear on is… why you two don't."

Lucas winced at the slightly betrayed look Mick shot him, deciding to remain silent as his parents tried to resolve things.

"… A city of thieves and criminals!"

Len winced, "Sounds like a lot of competition."

"Then we wipe them out. What I did to that other guy, we do the same thing to this Grant Wilson and anyone else stupid enough to get in our way!"

Turning his back on Leonard, Mick took a deep breath. "Take a look around, Lucky. We're living the dream."

"Yeah… Speaking of which- "

As Mick turned around to face his husband, Len struck him across the face with the cold gun, knocking him out immediately.

"Sleep tight, buddy."

Less than a minute later, Rip and Sara appeared.

"What happened to him?"

Len turned away, choosing to remain silent as Lucas tried to look innocent, "They had a… difference of opinion."

"Riiiiiight…." Rip was clearly unconvinced, but brushed it of as a 'criminal thing', holding up a metal case, "… We need to get this and Mr. Rory back to the Waverider."

As Rip and Sara moved over to the vehicles, Lucas span around to face Len, anger clear on his face. "What the hell were you thinking?!" he hissed, "Do you really think that's helped matters?!"

"He wasn't going to listen to reason."

"You don't know that!"

"I know how he gets! Better than you do!"

"Then you know how he's going to react when he wakes up!"

Len tensed at this, his face briefly falling out of the neutral expression before he turned away. "He'll understand… he always does."

Before Lucas could answer, Rip hurried back over.

"I'll help you get Mister Rory back on the quad-bike Mister Snart…." He stated, barely noticing the tension between the pair, "… we need to get back to the Waverider immediately."

"I'm taking the motorbike." Grunted Lucas, ignoring how his Dad protested, "Let's hope he doesn't wake up and decide to snap your neck."

As he slowly climbed on, Sara strode over and smiled at him. "I'll join you if you don't mind?"

"Whatever."

"…. I thought you'd be more…. Agreeable."

"…. Actually, I'm not sure your ego can fit on this bike. There might be a weight issue."

Sensing that Lucas didn't want to talk, Sara chose not to rise to the bait and climbed on behind Lucas. "Wait... are you old enough to drive this?"

"Nope. Hold on."

"What do you- AH!"

….

As soon as they got back to the Waverider, Mick was placed in the brig, and the group made their way to the deck.

"Oh, they're back!" exclaimed Stein, "Where's Mr. Rory?"

"Sleeping it off." Smirked Len as he strode out of the room, closely followed by a still-furious Lucas.

"I can't believe you knocked him out!" growled the teen, "I hope he returns the favour."

"And here I thought we'd resolved our difficulties."

"That was before you knocked Papa out!"

Suddenly stopping in the middle of the corridor, Len spun around to face his son. "And what should I have done?!" he sneered, "Left him there? For all we know, that future isn't going to happen, and one move could have wiped Mick from existence!"

"Then talk to him! Knocking him out isn't going to change his mind! He'll just think you're being possessive!"

"He's my husband! I have a right to be possessive!"

"Yeah, but not by knocking him out to keep him with you!"

Before Len could reply, Gideon's voice came over the speakers. "Sorry to interrupt, but Mister Rory is awake and asking for you Mister Snart."

"Wonderful…" sighed Len, "… Just wonderful."

Quickly, the pair made their way to the brig, as Len sighed wearily. "Hello, Mick."

Lucas found himself taking a step back in alarm, when his Papa turned around, a furious scowl on his face.

"You son of a bitch…." Growled Mick, staring at Len in anger and slight betrayal.

"Just calm down."

"YOU LIED TO ME!" Mick ran at Len, clearly intending to strike him. Thankfully, the electric field prevented him from connecting with Len, shocking him and forcing him to take a step back.

Len shrugged, "Wouldn't be the first time. Remember the Del Ray Currency Exchange? The Black Hawk Armoured Car job? If I hadn't lied to you on those scores, we'd all be in prison or dead."

Behind his Dad, Lucas resisted the urge to wince…. Those were completely different situations, and they all knew it. Undeterred, Len continued.

"I'm the brains. You're the muscle. That's how it's always been…. And on occasion, I've had to call some audibles. You have a habit of getting in your own way, Mick."

There was a tense silence, before Mick grunted. "You're right…. You've lied to me about jobs before, but then again, you lied to me about this being a job. It's not about the score anymore for you two… You'd both rather save the world than be my partner and son. A real pair of team players."

Lucas, who had initially winced at some of his Papa's anger being directed at him, frowned at the accusation that he'd been turned into a goodie two-shoes.

"We're only going along with the team 'cause that's what it's gonna take to defeat Savage!" he yelled.

"Then what brat? More money? More power? A life of leisure and sin?"

Having lost the last bit of his patience, Len waved his hand near the sensor and disabled the laser door. "Don't you get it, Mick? If we take out Savage, this immortal monster, can't you see what that gets us?"

"No... tell me."

Lucas stepped forwards and beamed at the older man, trying to diffuse the tension, "We'd be the baddest sons of bitches of all time."

"I don't want a ticker tape parade!" yelled Mick, shooting to his feet, causing Lucas to take a hurried step back, shielding himself behind his Dad slightly, "… You know what I want from this world."

Len was tense as he looked his partner in the eye, a sad edge to his face. "Yes… to see it burn."

"You lay a hand on me again, you'll burn too."

Without saying another word, Mick shouldered past the pair and headed out of the cell. When the door that led to the corridors slid shut, Lucas yelped in shock when his Dad fell to his knees and started breathing heavily.

"Shit, shit, shit…" muttered the teen, "… don't do this to me now. Shitting hell, breath Dad!"

Len clearly heard him as he tried to calm down, his hand clutching Lucas's sleeve as he sucked in desperate breaths.

"That's it Dad…" Lucas muttered soothingly, "… just breath."

"H-H-He hates me!"

Lucas winced, "No, no, he just…. He's just angry with you at the moment. It'll be fine…. It's always fine."

….

It took a while to get Len fully calmed down, with Lucas taking him to the kitchen to make up a cup of tea.

"Thanks Lucky…" Len whispered, "… I'm sorry you've been forced into the middle of this…. Disagreement."

"Papa will understand…. He usually does after a while."

Len clearly didn't agree, but before he could say anything, Rip strode into the room. "We're going after Sara…." He announced, a displeased smile on his face, "…. Grab your weapons. I believe there'll be trouble."

If Rip noticed how tense Len was, he didn't mention it before he strode out of the room, his coat billowing dramatically behind him.

"Dad, maybe you should- "

"- I need to take my mind off of things." Pushing himself to his feet and grabbing his gun, Len headed towards the door, "I think you'd better- "

"- Stay here? Yeah, I think you're right."

Len was slightly surprised by Lucas's lack of argument, narrowing his eyes at his son. "… What are you planning?"

"… Can't I just agree with you, without there being any ulterior motives?"

"No."

"Oh…. Well, if you must know, my ribs are killing me and- "

"- Say no more. "Len smiled at Lucas, "I'll see you later alright?"

"Yep!"

Whilst Len was still suspicious, he left without any further comments.

After waiting for around ten minutes to be sure that the rest of the team had left to go and help Sara, Lucas turned his attention to Gideon.

"Gideon…. Search for any records regarding Lucas Rory-Snart in this timeline."

"I am very sorry Mister Rory-Snart, but any information regarding a possible future timeline cannot be divulged."

"…Override Code Juliet, 7, Romeo, Echo, India, 8, 0."

"Fine… Override Code accepted. All information regarding Mister Lucas Rory-Snart is now being gathered. Would you like the files to be displayed here?"

"Yes, thank you Gideon."

Still clearly annoyed with him, Gideon didn't reply, remaining silent as the holographic images of the relevant files were displayed in front of the teen. It took a little under half an hour for Lucas to read through all the information, and by the time he finished, he was in complete shock.

"I-is all this true?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"…Yes. However, you should remember that this is just a possible future. Many things can change."

Lucas didn't say anything, still staring at the files in front of him.

…..

"Mister Rory-Snart… I just thought you would like to know that the rest of the team are back and we are preparing to leave 2046."

Lucas was startled out of his thoughts, pushing himself to his feet as he waved the files away.

"Thanks Gideon…" he whispered, "… hey, don't mention this to Rip yeah?"

"…. If you insist."

Silently, Lucas made his way to the deck, as Rip was going over to the Captain's chair. "All right, Gideon, let's see if these repairs that Martin, Ray, and Jax made are up to scratch!"

"As far as I can tell, Ms. Saunders did most of the work, while the two gentlemen competed for- "

"- Just get us out of here please, Gideon." Interrupted Stein frantically as Kendra frowned in confusion.

Whatever… Lucas didn't care what drama had been going on while he was out. Seating himself down next to his Dad, Lucas turned his attention to his Papa, who was standing at the front of the ship, looking out onto the chaos of 2046, quickly being joined by Ray.

"I'm gonna miss this place…." He heard his Papa mutter.

Ray nodded, "Yeah, they really seemed like your kind of people."

"… I don't know who my people are anymore."

Lucas rolled his eyes at this as Ray and Mick made their way to their seats…. So melodramatic. And this was coming from him.

"So where to next, Captain?" asked Stein.

"Well, the beauty of this mission is that the real question is not where, but when. In which case, I suggest that we next hit Savage when he least expects it."

If the conversation continued on from there, Lucas didn't hear it. All he could see was that statement.

Lucas Rory-Snart: Born 1995- Died 2016