"What do you mean its gone?!" Jacob shouted, frowning in exasperation.
"Hey, dont yell at me kid," she growled, pointing a finger at him menacingly.
"Sorry," he groaned with a sigh as he ran his hands over his face and took a second to calm down. "Could someone have stolen it?"
"For one, its future tech," she argued. "No one from this era is going to know how to pilot it. Two, Gideon is programmed with a lockout so only my crew can command her."
"Fair enough," he admitted. "Could someone on the Waverider called it back?"
"Its a time ship not a poodle, kid," she groaned, sitting down and putting her face in her hands. "It's possible Gideon herself flew it back to the Waverider, but we have no way of knowing."
"Has this happened before?" he asked, standing up and starting to pace.
"Well, something of the sorts happened about two years ago…" she admitted. "Ray, Kendra and i got stranded in 1958 for a few years. I thought they had abandoned us, so i ended up going back to the league."
"Who the hells Kendra? He asked frowning.
"Ugh...long story.." She groaned.
"Did you go to be with Nyssa?"
"No," she shook her head. "This was before Nyssa was even born. I couldn't deal with being abandoned and deal with the bloodlust….the league felt right."
"So we could be here for a few years?" he asked with a groan.
"Im not sure," she admitted. "Time is pretty weird in the temporal zone. When we got stranded, the crew said only a few minutes passed by for them, for me it was two whole years."
"Perfect," he grumbled, falling back onto the cot. "I cant even build any kind of signal generator or anything with the stuff here."
"We could go back to the compound," she suggested, looking at him sideways.
"No." he growled in a finale tone.
"Well then get comfortable kid," she sighed, throwing her hands up in the air. "Looks like we're going to be here a while."
They sat in silence for a few minutes before Sara finally stood up and picked up one of the scavenged rifles.
"I suppose i should find something for us to eat." She admitted, ejecting the mag and counting the rounds inside before slapping it back into the rifle. "Get a fire started."
He grunted an agreement, digging through the nearest crate for a lighter. No sooner than she had left through the netting, did Sara turn around and come right back through.
"Maybe we're not gonna be here so long after all," she groaned, taking cover against the hull of the ship.
"What? Why?" he asked, jumping up only for her to wave him to take cover.
"Get down." she growled. "I don't know how the hell they did it, but those men found us."
"Well ain't this perfect," he mumbled, picking up his own rifle before ejecting his own magazine. With a quick glance at the contents, he slammed it back in and pulled back the primer. Sara shot him an impressed look. "I said i don't like guns, not that i don't know how to use them."
"Oh you'll get to use them," she laughed, smiling at him happily. "Stay here."
"I thought i'd go out, maybe pick us up a pheasant," he snarked back, shouldering the rifle as she jumped up, rebounded off the wall and grabbed the bar hanging across the ceiling area and pulled herself up. With a grunt, she stood on the bar and crawled out a hatch in the ceiling.
"Damn thats cool," he laughed to himself as he turned back to the opening and aimed down the rifles sites.
Eleven heavily armed men fanned out from the treeline, spacing themselves out in a military formation as they moved. Jacob could hear Sara lay down on the roof of the fuselage, her magazine slightly scraping against the metal. He aimed carefully, sighting directly over the heart on the closest minion. A few tense moments passed before the first shots rang out. Sara dropped two of the minions in rapid succession, with one round a piece. Jacob followed suit, firing once, moving slightly and firing again. Two more minions dropped dead before they reacted in time. Bullets began to fly from the surviving members, ricocheting off of the cargo planes hull. Jacob ducked down against the hull, waiting for the opportune moment to return fire. He peaked around the corner, seeing the line of surviving members inching closer as Sara began picking them off one by one. After a few more shots, he heard her rifle click empty and she began inching back from her perch and closer to the hatch. The hailfire of bullets paused for a second, giving Jacob just enough time to aim around the corner and fire his last few rounds. Four more minions dropped leaving four more to stand up and start rushing towards the shell of a plane.
"Four against two," Jacob laughed as Sara descended through the hatch and rested on the bar. "Pretty good odds."
"They should've brought more men," She laughed, smiling wildly at him. Her laugh was infectious, causing him to laugh as well.
Jacob tossed the rifle down, reaching behind him to grab his training sticks. Flattening himself against the wall as to not be seen, he waited as the men inched closer. He could see their shadows through the holes in the cargo plane, one hesitating just outside the door.
The man stepped inside, peering into the darkness behind his rifle site. He turned his head to the side, blinking a few times before he spotted Jacob. Jacobs first strike lashed out, smacking the man straight in the bridge of his nose. He reacted slowly, his free hand coming up to his watering eyes as the hand holding the rifle swung wildly towards Jacob. With a quick snap, his second strike landed on the man's wrist causing the rifle to clatter to the floor. The man grumbled in surprise, stumbling backwards as Jacob lowered his shoulder and slammed the man over. The second minion followed close behind, aiming his rifle at both his downed comrade and Jacobs body as they fell. Sara was on him before he even had time to pull the trigger, leaping down from the bar and catching the man's head between her knees. Her momentum carried her in an arch, eventually slamming the guys head into the floor. With a quick kick to the face, she snapped his neck and turned to see where Jacob was struggling with his opponent. He had managed to get behind him, one arm wrapped around the man's neck gripping his practice stick with his opposing hand. With a quick twist and a sudden jerk of his stick, a loud crack echoed around the room. The man slumped to the floor, neck broken. Sara stared at Jacob with a look crossed between astonishment and pride before turning around. The last two minions had entered the fuselage on opposite sides, one coming in from the front and one from behind Jacob.
Sara tore the rifle from the man's hands, spinning it around and slamming the butt of the gun into his face. With a quick movement, she ripped the magazine from it, flung it on the ground and tossed the rifle aside. The man stumbled from the blow to the face, staggering a step before producing a combat knife and stabbing wildly at her. She deflected the first few strikes before managing to get a grip on the man's hand, over power him and drove the knife directly through his heart. The man gasped, blood beginning to fill his throat as he slowly fell to the ground.
She pulled the knife out leaving a trail of blood behind and wiped it on the man's uniform before turning to Jacob.
Jacob was flat on his back, struggling against his opponent as the man was desperately trying to run Jacob through with a similar combat knife. He had managed to hold into one of his training sticks, the other too far out of his grasp, and had it braced between himself and the attacker. Sara flipped the blade in her hand around to its you, flinging it at the attacker from across the room. With a dull thud, it sank into the man's back, causing him to arch up in surprise. Jacob took the advantage, stripped the knife from the man's grasp and stabbed it up from the man's jaw. The man died instantly, slumping against Jacob before he shoved the body aside.
"I had that," Jacob mumbled as he shook the blood from his arms.
"Sure ya did, kid," she laughed extending her hand down to help him up.
He accepted, smiling creeping to his face as looked at her. Sara's heart began to race from the adrenaline and the small satisfaction she took from dispatching the men.
"That all of them?" He asked, looking around the room.
"I think so," she muttered with a nod, breaking away from her gaze on him.
Out of nowhere, a shot rang out and tore through Jacobs right shoulder. With a startled grunt, he lurched to the right and fell backwards. Sara instinctively ducked down, scooping up a discarded rifle and aimed at the last attacker. With a quick squeeze of the trigger, bullets ripped through the man's chest, causing his body to shudder and fall backwards. His fingers spasmed, latching onto the trigger of his own rifle and emptying the magazine in a few seconds. Sara watched the body fall intently, making sure the gunman wasn't getting back up before dropping the rifle and rushing to Jacobs side.
"We missed one," he groaned clutching his shoulder, blood rushing out through his fingers.
"Yea we did," she muttered grimly, prying them apart so she could inspect the wound.
"In the same damn shoulder too," he sighed.
Sara had to stifle a laugh, unable to stop from smiling at him. Her smile made him chuckle, turning into another groan when she lifted his shoulder.
"It's a through and through," she stated, lay him back down gently.
"That's good, right?"
"Unless you wanted another souvenir," she joked searching around for the box of makeshift bandages.
He let out a pained laugh before coughing and groaning.
"Think I have enough already," he grumbled with a sigh.
Sara found the small wooden box she was looking for, grabbing it. Her hand hesitated a second over the bottle of rum before snatching it up as well. She knelt down beside Jacob, pressing the bottle in his free hand before leaning him up and securing a bandage over the exit wound. He uncorked it with his teeth, spitting the cork on the floor and taking a deep drink. Slowly leaning his shoulder back down, she took the bottle from his hands and downed some herself.
"This is gonna hurt," she muttered to him before gesturing with the bottle to his wound.
"Just do it," he sighed, shutting his eyes.
As quickly as she could, she dumped the remaining contents onto the entry wound. Jacob shifted and groaned from the pain, trying as hard as he could to not move. After a few seconds, Sara secured another bandage, putting pressure on it to slow the bleeding.
"So what's the verdict?" he groaned, trying to crack a smile at her. "Am i gonna live?"
"You've lost a lot of blood," she muttered, pressing harder on the wound and wiping the smile from his face. "You could go into shock at any moment."
He laughed quietly before groaning.
"How do you do it?" he asked, nodding to her visible set of scars on her torso.
"By remembering what i'm fighting for," she admitted, looking directly into his eyes. "For who i'm fighting for."
"Family," he muttered, eyes starting to slowly close. "Thea….Laurel."
He kept muttering, eyes almost completely closed. With a quick smack to his face, Sara napped his eyelids back open.
"Ouch!" he interjected, glaring at her. "The hell was that for?"
"Don't go passing out on me," she warned, holding up her hand again.
"Ok ok, geez," he groaned, shaking his head and blinking a few times. "Like the bullet hole wasn't enough."
Sara giggled, adding another bandage to his shoulder.
"Keep talking then," she warned again. "Tell me more about your earth. What was i like there?"
"Pretty much the same as here i guess," he started. "Maybe a little happier. You were married."
"To who?" she asked, removing the soiled bandages and applying a fresh one.
"Nyssa," he muttered. "She became The Demons Head. Vowed to use The League for a better purpose then her father. I was actually at your wedding."
"Was it big?" she asked, trying to keep him talking. "Where was it? Did i wear a dress?"
"Yea," he nodded groggily. "Is there any rum left?"
"Nope," she admitted, pushing harder on his wound. "Stay awake."
"Damn," he drawled, eyes drooping. "It was...interesting. I had never seen a League ceremony before. Nyssa wore this elegant silk dress. You were in a dress as well but with more leather."
"Oh yea? Sounds beautiful."
"It was," he admitted, head bobbing around. "Id never seen Nanda Parbat decorated in such a way. It was all so beautiful. I even danced with you...i wasn't very good but you were….Nyssa was a great aunt…..that necklace…"
His head bobbed to the side before falling to his chest, his eyes completely closing.
"Hey kid," she shouted, shaking his jaw with one hand. "Come on kid wake up!"
Jacob wearily muttered something under his breath, oblivious to Saras calls. She tried smacking him again, but it did nothing more then make his head bob more.
"Dammit," she swore under her breath, looking around for the special canteen.
'Uhh Sara?" came a woman's voice from behind her. "Did we miss something?