He was drifting in and out of sleep, with most of his thoughts - waking and otherwise - being about Sara Lance. Occasionally another face would crop up - Mick was right that he hadn't been able to entirely forget her.

Sara and he had not exactly argued but they had failed to come to an agreement.

'''You coming with me just doubles the risk'' he said. ''We can't kill or knock anyone out without giving away our presence here.''

''But if someone does spot you - or you run into some other kind of trouble - we're blown, and a back-up would be useful.''

''She could be right'' Mick offered.

He was annoyed at the suggestion that he couldn't get in and out without running into trouble.

''This is my plan - my operation'' he finally announced ''and I make the rules.''

''You sound just like Oliver Queen'' Sara snapped but said no more. He wasn't sure if that was actually meant to be an insult.

Come to that, he wasn't sure how he felt about Sara either. The memories he'd got from Hunter and Baxter had been of a woman who was conflicted about whether to be a killer or not, someone who was drifting through life looking for a purpose and direction and, at the same time, not liking herself very much. The current Sara was tougher and more purposeful, forged in the crucible of A.R.G.U. S. as well as the League of Assassins. He thought she might be ruthless when it wasn't necessary - and one thing he hated was more attracting more heat than was necessary.

Bottom line - she wasn't coming with him.

He was vaguely aware of Mick leaving his guard position at the mouth of the cave and shaking Sara awake. He sat up and looked at the blonde woman before she reached him.

''It's time'' she informed him, adding grudgingly ''good luck.''

He slipped past her as she was settling down into guard position, leaving her looking into the darkness long after he'd disappeared from view. She too had found it hard to get to sleep - which was not like her. The prepacked 'meal' they had consumed might have been responsible - but she doubted it. Her thoughts were the mirror image of Snart's - how did she really feel about him? And which him? The man in her restored memories - who'd gone through some kind of catharsis - wasn't the one who was here now. Oh, give it a rest, she told herself, there's no way you can end up with him - unless you want to lose your job!