Shorter chapter today, but the next ones will be longer.

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Sara called the Legends to the bridge the next morning. Mick was cranky for having to get up early for a team meeting, but the others didn't complain much. They figured she had a good reason to ask their presence. So, one hour before they would usually start getting up, they were in the captain's office.

Eventually, Mick also showed up, and then the meeting could start.

"Why do we have to do this before breakfast?" he asked, a sandwich in his hand. Not a second later, he took his third bite.

"I agree with him," Zari added. She was hungry. No doubt that the rest of the Legends were hungry, too, but they could manage a short team meeting without food. They could eat something afterward.

"The Queen of the Underworld named me her champion," Sara said. She could not even say anything else; the Legends reacted accordingly to the news.

"Congratulations," Nate said. Sara accepted it and looked at all the smiling and kind of confused faces. They still did not know exactly what being a champion meant, since it could encompass a lot of different things.

"She also told me that her husband has chosen Nora as his champion," Sara said. "And last night, Nora confirmed this."

The happy mood immediately shifted into a more serious mood. The Legends could not believe it and they weren't particularly happy to learn this. Well, there was one glaring exception.

"She's a champion?" Ray asked in disbelief and the smile on his face grew even wider. Much to the disappointment of his teammates, he loved this news. He believed that this new status somehow made her untouchable – and as one of three people currently endorsed by the gods with the power to kill the Giantess. She was going to be useful.

"Which means that we might need her," Sara cautiously continued. She had no idea how everyone, especially Ray, would react to the news she was about to bring. "So we may have to let her out of her cell and–"

"I'll keep an eye on her," Ray blurted out, raising his hand into the air. Everyone turned to him and stared with a worried look in their eyes. They knew him and his eagerness to take any excuse to be around her was quite worrisome. As a response, Ray lowered his hand and he wiped the excited grin off of his face, replacing it with a calmer look. "I mean… when we let her out, someone will need to keep an eye on her. I can do that." He nodded a couple of times.

Sara was still looking at Ray. "Okay," she said, "you can keep an eye on her."

"Great!" Mick exclaimed. Just like that, he decided the meeting had ended. Taking another bite from his sandwich, Mick left to find some beer to wash it down with. Wally quickly followed suit to fill his stomach so he could get by until the next meal. Sara told them there was nothing else she wanted to discuss, and so the others also left for the cafeteria.

"Don't worry," Zari said after she had approached Sara. Almost everyone else had left the bridge already. "When Nora's out of her cage, I'll keep an eye on them."

"Thank you," Sara said as she nodded in approval. It would be in everyone's best interests if someone – now Zari – would keep an eye on what Ray and Nora were doing. Sara did not dare to trust Nora Darhk, or Ray when he was around her.

Zari left the bridge; it was only her and Nate now. He walked up to Sara.

"Are you sure letting Ray be around her is a good idea?" he asked her. Ray with Nora… he could already imagine her taking advantage of the situation.

Sara nodded once in response. "It's Ray." She folded her arms. "And it's Nora. He's not going to let her leave his side unless she absolutely has to." It had not escaped their attention that Ray was infatuated with Nora – and now they could use that to their advantage. Yes, Nora could always try to do something, but on the other hand, Ray wasn't going to let her out of sight for one moment.

Nate nodded. "Yeah, good point."

The seismograph zoomed, alerting Sara and Nate that it had found another Fugitive, which may or may not be their next Greek monster. The last two they had fought had been of Greek origin – the boar and the minotaur – this third one could be another Greek creature. It would really be nice to not deal with a Greek Fugitive after this one. A little variation never hurt anyone.

"That's quick," Nate said. They had barely had any time to recover from the events in the corn maze last night and their alarm went off again. Seeing that nobody really had slept well, Sara figured none of the Legends were too happy how quickly these Fugitives were causing trouble.

Sara and Nate walked to the console and looked at the news reports Gideon had already collected based on the time and place where the Fugitive had shown up. Unlike other times, there seemed to be not a lot of records of this particular monster.

"Crap," Nate said, his eyes fixated on one of the pictures on the screen in front of him. The photographer captured the despair these people were feeling. Some people were badly burnt, on one side of the body from head to toe. Something had also feasted on some other people's intestines. Nate gagged and had to look away for a moment. Still, he could barely look away from the pictures. What the hell could have caused this? And more importantly, how did they kill this beast?

"You're not gonna like this," Sara said. One of the pictures was dated, and the photographer also helpfully added where he'd taken the picture. It captured a village, trying to heal the men who had survived. In the top left corner, it said Zambesi, 1952. It did not help that the village looked incredibly familiar to them.

"Amaya." He scanned the picture, hoping to find even a pixel which confirmed that she was still alive. She was not in the picture. The shock on his face turned into pure terror. What if that monster had already taken her? They'd have to travel back to a moment.

"She'll be fine," Sara responded. "If she'd been a victim, we'd have seen it already." The many other pictures of the creature's victims proved the photographer was interested in capturing the horror of these attacks, possibly to try to get some government to send help. If Amaya had been injured, she would have been in a picture, too.

Nate took solace in that idea. She wasn't dead or injured. She was probably on the front line with her men, to stop the monster. She wasn't significantly harmed, but there was no telling how long this would take – when Amaya and the Zambesians trying to protect their home would die as gruesomely as the others had.

He wasn't going to let that happen.

"She's in trouble," Nate said.

"Then we're going to help out," Sara said. Nate nodded. They did not have much of a choice – it was their job and they owed it to Amaya to help her out in her time of need.

They were going back to Zambesi.