Earth 1, Naomi's Bar/Star City
Like most of the other Legends, Sara wanted to find out what this was about, at least. But she asked for a short rain check, while she tried to take care of another matter.
''Do you want me to come along?''Leonard asked her.
She considered for a moment.''No. In a sense, this is my mess to sort out. And there's not likely be anything I can't handle.''
Which was why she was standing on the customer side of the bar, facing a decidedly hostile pair of eyes.
''What do you wan?'' Naomi grated out.
''Just to talk to you privately'' Sara lowered her voice and added ''Cuchilla.''
Naomi visibly flared, then swung open the hinged bar counter.
''Come through then.''
Once they were in her private quarters, Naomi swung round to face her, arms folded, face defiant.
Sara kept calm. She said. ''I know you're Cuchilla.''
''You cut me loose. It's no business of yours what I do.''
''You could get yourself killed. ''
''Floyd is dead.''
''If you're caught - by the FBI, National Guard or whatever - you'll be tried as a violent vigilante. You'll get life.''
''You're going to tell them, are you?''
''No!'' Sara needed a moment to calm herself. ''You were my friend once.''
''Was. Now get out!''
X
''How did it go?'' Leonard asked her.
''Badly''
Sara glanced at him, surprised for a moment that he hadn't already known. But he was keeping his telepathy dormant a lot these days. He'd over-extended himself in the battle against Chronos and the others and the side-effects had not been pleasant.
They - with the rest of the Legends - were on their way to a meeting with Felicity Smoak, who had sent an invitation couched in terms that were intriguing to say the least. As they pulled up at the location she'd provided, Leonard studied the building.
''That's A.R.G.U.S. style security'' he remarked.
She hadn't paid all that much attention to the nuts and bolts of external security measures in her A.R.G.U.S. days, but could see that he was right.
The Legends had arrived in various vehicles, since there was no place here where the Acheron could be concealed.
They were let in by Evelyn Sharpe, Felicity's first recruit. The Arrow team member had been at been at a bit of a loose end since she came back from her undercover assignment as 'Lucy'. Oliver had been reluctant to allow her out in the field again, for reasons Felicity agreed with. Too many of Savage's people knew about her. She could conceal her real face, but thy were going to be suspicious of dark-haired teenage girls - and if they discovered she was wearing a wig -. It was early days, but Felicity was giving her as much responsibility as there was available.
Jax and Evelyn greeted each other and then she took them to where Felicity was waiting.
The newly appointed leader of Shadow A.R.G.U.S. - she hadn't had time to think of a better name - had been thinking about this group. She'd been talking things over - in a general sense - with Oliver and they agreed that Rip Hunter might not be the best person to lead this team. In reconciling his two sets of memories, he'd come down on the side of 'Rip Hunter, author (perhaps ex-author, considering how his publisher felt about him) and now journalist'. He was getting tied up in the collaboration with Nate and Dibney. Felicity would pull him out of that - but only part way. She had specific plans for the three of them.
But first, she had to sell this deal to the group as a whole.
X
''So that's the offer'' she concluded.
Nobody spoke for a few seconds.
''I believe we'd like to have some time to think this over.'' Martin said.
There was general agreement to that.
Reading their faces, Felicity felt quite hopeful - but could see two - maybe three - hold-outs.