Author's Note: New chapter yay I'd really like to know what people think about my story so far so please review.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Rip asked as the ship finished the jump to whenever we were now.

"Walk in the park. So where are we now?" Snart answered sarcastically.

"Washington, D.C. The year is 1986." Rip provided.

Stein stood up saying, "We've landed at the height of the Cold War in a world poised for nuclear annihilation."

A hologram of a head hovered over the center console as Gideon said We've traveled here because I have a new lead on Vandal Savage's location.

Rip explained the lead Gideon had found for us, "Yes. Gideon managed to intercept this telefax concerning Savage's last known whereabouts."

"Tele-what?" Jax asked.

"It's like an email... on paper." Ray said smiling as usual, despite the ancient technology.

Mick glanced down at the document on the screen, "Wow, that's totally useless."

"Dude, this whole thing's crossed out." Jax said looking up from the screen at Rip.

"Yeah, redacted by the U.S. government, which is why we are here to steal the original file on Savage back from those who are tracking him." Rip said as he moved from the console to look out the window at the view of the pentagon.

Ray worriedly stammered, "Uh, that's the…"

"Now, now... Don't worry. We are cloaked." Rip said trying to sound reassuring, didn't really work.

We all moved towards the window overlooking the pentagon. "You want us to break into the Pentagon? Sounds awesome." Mick said, enthused by the prospect of stealing something.

Kendra cut it, "It sounds crazy."

Ignoring Kendra, "What's the plan?" Sara asked, looking to Rip.

He answered, "Oh, the Fabricator will fashion you the necessary Pentagon credentials while Chloe will remain our eyes in the sky to provide any necessary backup," without looking away from the building.

Ray excited as always practically sang, "Ooh, and don't forget our G-man disguises. I always wanted to be a spy."

"Sounds almost easy." I said I wonder how we'll fuck it up.

"Now, the file we're after is kept in a secure records room. In order to gain access, we're going to need to, uh, borrow a magnetic key card." Rip said over the comms addressing Snart who was placed in the lobby. Ignoring Ray's obvious discomfort with theft the key card was swiftly acquired and handed off to Sara and Kendra who would be retrieving the document. So far so good. "The records room has closed-circuit cameras. We need a diversion." Rip prompted Mick to make some noise. Mick drew the security personnel away from their watch allowing Kendra and Sara to slip in. They quickly acquired the file and alerted us of the fact. "Okay, now for the tricky part. All personnel are subject to search upon exiting the Pentagon. Firestorm will divert the power long enough for you to exit."

"All clear." Jax said over the comms. We're so close I thought then the alarm went off well there goes that plan.

Hearing Kendra say, "Sorry, we must have gotten lost." I knew the plan was completely screwed.

Within a minute I heard Sara say, "We have a slight problem." Obviously because the plan is shot to hell.

Things quickly spun completely out of control, I could see smoke coming from about where Mick was supposed to be then Kendra came flying out of the building wings fully extended and started attacking the soldiers. "Where is that smoke coming from? We've got the file. What the hell does Kendra think she's doing?" Rip asked angrily.

"Good question." Sara said having no more insight than the rest of us.

"Someone's got some anger issues to work out," I said annoyed.

"All right, wonderful, we've got a demigoddess who's gone completely berserk. Abort. I repeat, abort. Get back to ship right now." Rip ordered all of us.

"Roger that." Jax was the only one to respond, before he blasted right through the roof to get out. Could this mission have gone any worse?

Rip sighed, "I meant, Use the door. Can somebody return our winged avenger to her cage?"

"I got her," I said, I quickly floated down towards Kendra and wrapped her in a shield before I flew away to drag her back to the ship.

"Instead of dwelling on what went wrong, let's focus on the positive." Ray said, trying to be optimistic.

"Do you have any setting other than optimistic or is that all you know?" I spoke annoyed at the shitshow that could barely be called a mission. Ray looked at me with a slightly offended look in his eye.

Mick spoke gleefully "What are you talking about? It was awesome." Of course he set something on fire so all is good in his books.

"In the same way that tsunamis, earthquakes, and other natural disasters are 'awesome'." Stein said.

Kendra spoke quickly, "We got the file on Savage."

"Despite the hiccup with the alarm?" Stein responded accusingly.

Jax spoke up, "Oh, so it's my fault now? You know, maybe if you weren't always yammering away in my head, I could actually focus." Someone is highly defensive.

Stein argued back at Jax, "You have access to 60 years of knowledge and experience. Why not just take advantage of that?"

A response from Jax came quickly, "Because it's my body on the line out there, not yours."

Sara interrupted them before they could go on, "Hey, it's not your fault. Everything would have been fine if Big Bird over here hadn't freaked out."

"Excuse me?" Kendra said affronted.

I looked at her, "It is pretty simple, the alarm went off then you lost your shit."

Rip interrupted speaking up before an actual fight could break out, "Enough. There is plenty of blame to go around. Now, fortunately, Gideon was able to generate a low-end EMP, which erased all the Pentagon's magnetic media."

"Like security footage?" Ray said.

"Look, you're just lucky that the Department of Defense likes to keep incidents like this under wraps. Gideon, any luck with our purloined secret file? Please say yes." Rip said looking for anything that could salvage the situation.

Yes, Captain. According to the Pentagon, Savage has defected to the Soviet Union.

"So the most powerful evil the world has ever known has just gone red at the height of the Cold War." Stein said, alarmed.

"And now he's gonna help them cook up something that kills the future."

"Gideon, set a course... for the Soviet Union."

"We run out of gas or something?" I heard Snart say as I entered the main deck from the opposite end. I hope it's not the or something.

Chronos is still in pursuit. Weapons systems tracking.

Of course it's the or something. "Look, if this is your idea of trying to lose him, then, m…" Jax said leaning over the console looking worried.

Rip looked down at the console, seeing something he said, "Uh-huh. The Soviet Air Force to the rescue. Now, let's see how badly Chronos wants to follow us." I really hope it's not that badly.

"Wow, it's a MiG-21. No one's ever been this close to one before." Ray said in his default setting.

"Are you quoting "Top Gun"?" Snart said exasperated.

"Maybe." Ray said, really.

"Only you could be excited in this situation," I said as I sat down knowing nothing good could come of any of this.

I've got heat-seeking missiles closing at a distance of less than a mile.

"Which is why I need you to cut the engines." Rip said.

Jax quickly protested, "Whoa, wait, don't we need those to land?"

"I said, 'Cut them,' Gideon." Rip ordered and we immediately started dropping.

Missiles are now targeting something else.

"Chronos." Jax said, shocked it had worked.

"I suggest you all strap yourselves in. It's going to be a bit of a bumpy landing. Initiating emergency landing protocol. How's it going, Gideon?" Rip asked. We all moved to strap in.

There's not much more I can do. Elevation is 5,000. 4,000. 3,000.

"When I said, 'bumpy,' I meant, 'Prepare for crash landing.' Miss Kane if there is anything you could do to soften our landing that would be wonderful." Rip looked at me. Oh wouldn't it.

"I'll try." I pushed my power out, wrapping it around the ship in a shield, I tried to make it as strong as possible hoping for the best. We still hit the ground hard.

"We have a problem." Sara said to Rip walking up to him in the hall.

"Right, you're going to have to be a little bit more specific." He responded thinking about how many problems there were.

"It's Kendra. She's completely unstable, you saw her at the Pentagon. That psycho priestess Chay-Ara took over and clawed a guard's eyes out."

"Perhaps Kendra just needs a bit of time. Remember, it was her first time out in the field since Carter's death." Rip said, turning to walk away.

"Well, Carter's not going to be the only dead body on our hands if someone doesn't get her under control."

Turning back towards Sara, "You know, perhaps you're right, and it just so happens I have the perfect candidates for the job."

"No. No, I was not talking about me."

"And yet, I can think of no one better suited to the task."

"I'm not a fan of feelings. If Kendra needs someone to talk through her grief with…" Sara trailed off.

"Kendra needs someone to help her get her warrior side under control. I imagine you, above anyone else, know how to do that."

"This is a bad idea."

"Miss Kane has extensive combat training, she could be of use in this endeavour as well. And well if worse comes to worse she could diffuse any tense situations."

"If Chloe has the training, why not put her in charge of this?"

"She may have the training, but your unique experience of being resurrected and resulting bloodlust is the closest thing anyone on this ship has as an equivalent to Kendra's own."

Sara dragged me from my room and filled me in on how we were going to be teaching Kendra how to control her inner warrior. How am I supposed to help someone with their issues when I can barely manage my own. We got to where Kendra was sitting in one of the cargo bays and Sara tossed a bo staff at Kendra, "Heads-up."

"What the hell is this?" Kendra looked at the staff like it offended her delicate sensibilities. I twisted mine around before leaning against a wall to watch.

"Warriors train every day," Sara said simply.

Kendra turned setting the staff behind her, "Sorry, but I'm not in the mood."

"'Sorry' is not gonna help that guard that you defaced at the Pentagon." Sara said moving closer to Kendra.

Kendra stood up, "Two months ago, I was a barista. I had no idea I had some psycho hawk goddess inside of me, and then I meet Carter, and he convinces me to let her out, and now that he's gone... I can't control it, so thanks for the offer, but I won't risk letting that monster out again." She said as she moved, handing the staff back to Sara before going to leave the room. I frowned as I looked over at Kendra a little surprised, not knowing how to control something inside hits way too close to home.

Sara spoke, stopping Kendra in her tracks, "That monster inside you is not gonna go away. You have to learn how to control her." Don't we all, I thought sarcastically but, I hadn't realized we had such similar problems.

"And how, exactly, do you expect me to do that?" Sara tossed her the staff in response. Well things are getting interesting.

"Let's find out." Sara said before lunging at Kendra.

The fighting escalated quickly moving out of the room, I followed behind them leisurely twirling my staff as I went. "Are we done here yet?" Kendra said, after she discarded her staff and got flipped onto the ground.

"If you want to harness your power, you need to learn to control your fear." Sara responded, continuing to push her.

"Yeah, well, you've been training for half your life to be some cold-blooded assassin, so I really don't think you understand what it's like." Ow that must sting.

Sara ignored it, discarding her own staff before going on, "Before you can control it, you have to accept that it's part of you," hitting harder, faster than before.

"Ease up, will you?" Kendra said in response to getting thrown into a wall.

Sara ignored her, "You've got to channel your anger."

"Sara, stop."

"Push down your emotions. Focus on your opponent." Sara kicked Kendra who flew back her wings popping out before her eyes flashed red. "Kendra?" Sara called.

Kendra literally flew at her, her feet coming up kicking Sara back to the ground. I braced myself to step in but Kendra snapped out of it before I had to. Kendra ran towards Sara, "Sara! Sara, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry…" Sara popped up quickly pining Kendra to the ground starting to strangle her. "Sara, what are you doing? It's me!"

I moved to stand behind Sara and twisted my bo staff around to press it against her throat, I yanked back forcing her away from Kendra before she could kill her. She turned to me, lashing out. "knock it off Sara," I said, trying to get her to snap out of it as I blocked or dodged all of her attacks. She kept coming after me as the voice inside me urged me to give in, to stop holding back and to truly fight her. As the fight stretched on I started seeing red as I lost myself to the back and forth eventually Kendra pushed us apart making us both snap back to reality. The three of us panted lightly, looking between each other for a brief moment. Sara was the first to turn storming away, I quickly turned moving in the opposite direction she had gone in I need to figure this out.

"That looks sore. What happened?" Rip asked running into Kendra in a hall.

She continued rubbing her neck, "Maybe you should ask the lunatics you put in charge of training me."

"I... actually, I was hoping that the arrangement between you, Chloe, and Sara might be, uh... mutually beneficial."

"You mean you knew about their bloodlust thing?" Kendra turned stopping Rip from moving forward

"It's the captain's job to know everything on his ship. Look, Sara went through hell when she was resurrected, and I was hoping that you'd be able to... coax out her human side from the darkness of the Lazarus Pit. While Chloe on the other hand her omega instincts are warring with the darker impulses that reside within her."

"Why me?"

"Well, after 4,000 years of reincarnation, surely you know a thing or two about rebirth."

"Chloe and Sara tore into each other, I barely managed to keep them from killing each other."

"Well between the three of you at least one of you should be able to make sure no one dies." Rip said walking away.

I carried a bottle of vodka as I walked into the room where Sara was sharpening her knives, "Sara, look about earlier, I really don't know what happened, but I lost control and for that I'm sorry." I said holding the bottle out to her as a peace offering.

She took it, taking a sip, "You don't need to apologize, I lost control too. We both have a bloodlust." She handed the bottle back to me so I could take a sip.

"What a pair we make." I said mirthfully as I settled on one of the crates. We passed the bottle back and forth for a while.

"Heads up! Let's go. 'A warrior trains every day,' remember?" Kendra said, interrupting our drinking by throwing both Sara and I a bo staff. Sara immediately set hers down.

"I'm not a warrior, and I tried to kill you the last time we did this, remember?" Sara said, trying to discourage Kendra.

"And then Sara and I tried to kill each other." I added, taking another pull of vodka.

"'Tried' being the operative word. Look, you want to know my theory?" Kendra asked, moving to stand in front of Sara.

"No."

"Yeah, I'm good." I took another swig.

"I think for the both of you, your problem is the opposite of mine. I need to learn to embrace my inner hawk goddess, but you... the both of you need to learn to embrace your human side." It's been too long since I haven't felt at war with myself, I don't know if I could ever get back to that girl.

"And what if that side of us is gone? What if they don't exist anymore?"

"Well, only one way to find out." Kendra said as she moved to stand closer to the entry and twirled her staff.

"What, are you baiting us?" Sara said,

I chuckled, "I don't think that'll work out too well." I had no clue if I could control myself.

"No, I'm training you. Come on. Are you scared?" Sara and I looked at each other before Sara lunged at Kendra. I took a moment to set my vodka to the side, before I jumped into the fight.

"A thermocore," Kendra said questioningly.

"Let me get this straight. You had Kendra, Chloe, and I training for the next mission, when we should have been out there helping them." Sara practically yelled at Rip moving to stand in his face, her angry alpha pheromones set me on edge.

"We will help them, and our next mission is to get our compatriots back from Vostok." Rip said calmly, moving to circle the console as he released calming beta pheromones, didn't really work too well.

"We wouldn't have to get them back if you had sent us in, in the first place." I said snippily.

"Who is to say they're not already dead?" Kendra asked.

"Vostok needs the professor alive in order to rebuild the thermal core." Rip said as he got to the other side of the console.

"And Ray and Rory?" Jax asked.

"Savage will keep them alive too." Rip said as if they would be absolutely fine.

"As leverage. He'll torture them if Stein tries to hold out." Sara laid out the facts.

"Well, we'll have to pray that he does. If Savage's goal is to create his own Firestorm, then Stein himself is the key, the missing piece of the puzzle. And if Vostok figures out how to turn Stein's powers against us, then... I'm afraid the world is beyond saving."

"Stein's a lot tougher than he looks. I mean, it will take a lot to break him." Jax insisted. He would know best having Stein in his head so often.

"That's the good news. The bad news is that our compatriots are being held in an impenetrable Soviet gulag."

Labor Camp Number 54... Formerly known as the Koshmar or "Nightmare" gulag. Built in the 18th century…

"Can we skip past the Wikipedia crap and get to the good stuff, like how to break in?" Snart said testily, obviously concerned for Mick's safety.

Sara spoke when Gideon didn't respond right away, "Perhaps you didn't register that as a question, Gideon."

I understood, but in its 200 years of operation, no one has successfully escaped from…

Snart drawled, "No offense, Gideon, but I never met a building I couldn't break into."

"Well, I hope you're right. Savage knows that Stein created Firestorm, but if he finds out that he is Firestorm…" Rip said worriedly.

Snart spoke annoyed, "Always Savage with you, isn't it? My partner's in prison too."

"And Ray." Sara added.

"Yeah, whatever. The point is you didn't lift a finger." Snart really only cares about himself and Mick, they really are a pack of their own.

Rip started yelling, "You know damn well it was never my intention to get them thrown into a gulag, but I had no other option. Besides, I doubt that it's Mr. Rory's first time in prison or second or, I imagine, tenth."

Sara spoke up redirecting the conversation, "All right, arguing is not gonna bring the team back any faster. And Rip's right. Criminals usually do feel more at home in prison, and they know it better than anyone else."

"So?" Snart asked impatiently.

Sara leaned against the console, "So what if the key to breaking in is asking someone who's been in and out of Soviet prisons their whole life?"

"And who might that be?" Rip asked leadingly.

"Are you familiar with the Bratva?"

Snart moved to lean against the console by Sara looking more interested than ever, "Ooh, the Russian Mob? In 1986, they would have ruled the criminal underground inside every prison."

Sara and I sauntered into the room with the Bratva grunts. "Igor! Andrei!" We all heard being called from the bath area. They looked at us standing between them and the door before moving forward; we clashed with them quickly dispatching them all. Sara and I moved into the bath area to see what progress was made. We looked around "Chloe and I just took out six men. You guys couldn't handle one?"

"You killed my men?" The bratva captain asked incredulously. Sara and I looked at each other briefly, had this guy never seen a woman who could fight?

"They're not dead yet. And neither are you, assuming you help us."

"My organization runs black market goods into Koshmar."

"Three of our, uh, well, comrades are being held there by Savage." Rip told him.

"Koshmar is not a hotel for petty criminals. If your friends are there, they must be insane, ruthless animals." Nonetheless he did provide us with what we needed to get to Mick, Ray, and Stein.

"Now, according to Yuri, this is where his men have access. Got it?" Rip pointed out a specific point on the prison schematics.

"This isn't my first prison break." Snart sniped.

Sara added quickly gesturing to the three of us, "We got it covered."

"So how can we help?" Kendra asked.

Rip answered, "By staying on the ship. We don't need any more casualties. Besides, Mr. Snart, Sara, and Chloe have got it covered."

"Whoa, man. Why does it feel like we're on the JV team all of a sudden?" Jax said, offended.

"What you are is one half of everything Savage needs to change the face of the Cold War. And you are the only person who can kill him." Rip said.

Kendra started, "Yeah, so you can't just…"

"I am not going to gift wrap the two people in the world that Savage wants the most." Rip said angrily, shutting down Jax and Kendra's argument.

We should get going." Snart said walking out.

"Impressive how many weapons you can fit in that outfit...," Snart said to Sara as he sauntered into the room. Looking at my suit he said, "how few you need in that one...And how much stupidity Raymond can squeeze into this one." he indicated to Ray's suit Sara tossed it to him.

"Well that just goes to show how different we all are," I responded, perching on one of the crates. I closed my eyes concentrating on making my power settle right under the surface where I could access them quickly, I also worked to stuff my omega instincts into a box where I could ignore them.

"The plan is to save him too, not just Stein and your partner." Sara snapped at him, what crawled up her ass.

Snart drawled, "Oh, I'm gonna save Raymond, all right, so I can beat some sense into him. And what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Clearly I'm not the only one with a side mission. What did Rip keep you after class to talk about?"

"He just wanted to go over a few details of the plan." Sara tried to say nonchalantly.

"If he just wanted to go over a few details he wouldn't have held you back," I said, not bothering to open my eyes.

"He wants you to take out the old man, doesn't he? It's the obvious play. It's also heartless." I finally opened my eyes it is a good play if everything goes to shit and there are no other options.

Sara tried to defend herself, "The plan is to save Stein. And if, for whatever reason, we can't, Rip showed me what will happen to my home in 2016, to our families. If Stein breaks, the damage is irreversible."

"Been on a lot of heists, and even when things got rough, I never took out one of my own." I guess even criminals have a code.

"Well, this isn't a bank heist."

"First, he left my partner twisting in the wind. Now he's gonna have you ice old silver-top. We're all just pawns, Sara. Come on, I'm the crook, you're the assassin, and Chloe's the super powered muscle…" You have no idea how much my powers can do.

"He's not just asking me to kill. He's asking me to save the future. And if, for whatever reason, we can't save Stein, then I'm gonna do what needs to be done." Sara said I wasn't sure if she was trying to convince us or herself.

"We'll just have to make sure it doesn't come down to that." I said before we all turned to leave. I hope it doesn't come down to that.

I dropped my cloaking spell as we stopped in an empty hallway. Sara immediately started reccounting the plan, "All right, this duct should take us to solitary. We get to Stein…"

"Yeah, I'm not going." Snart interrupted her. They went back and forth about it.

"That's the plan."

"That's Rip's plan. My priority is Mick."

"Fine. Forget it. So much for your code, crook. Chloe?"

Trusting the feeling in my gut and my omega instincts saying I needed to go to the likely injured members of our group,"I'm gonna make sure Ray doesn't get left behind," I told her.

"Anytime, assassin. Let's move witchling." I rolled my eyes at Snart, looking back at Sara I quickly cloaked myself again before moving to follow. I really hope this doesn't blow up in my face.

"You call that a flame?" Snart greeted Mick.

"Ah. Nice costume." Mick said to Snart, who tossed him the bag with another guard uniform.

"Got one for you too. Wakey, wakey. Time to shrink... or not. Let's go." Snart said quickly, patting Ray in the face before writing him off when he wouldn't wake up.

"What about him? We can't ditch him. He won't survive." Mick tried to argue on Ray's behalf.

Snart pushed Mick to leave him, "Two guards walking out of here... not suspicious. Two guards carrying him out... suspicious."

"He took a beating for me," Mick said. I could hear the bond Mick and Ray had started forming in the way he spoke.

"Raymond would take a beating for a total stranger. Mick, if our time in the can taught us anything, it's we look after each other. It's you and me, right?" Snart tried to justify leaving Ray.

"Step aside," I told them, dropping my cloak when I got annoyed with their arguing. I moved to hover over Ray pushing my power to heal the worst of his injuries before whispering a spell to wake him up. "Alright Ray time to suit up and shrink down." He followed my orders, I picked him up and handed him to Mick, "There you go, he's one hundred percent your problem now." Mick looked at me before putting Ray in his pocket, he and Snart moved to leave the cell. I sighed before raising my cloak I had done my part. We had barely started moving down the hall before the alarm started going off, well I guess Sara tripped the alarm, I wonder how this will work itself out.

"That door leads to the loading bay. From there, you can get to the jump ship." Snart told Mick hastily after we made our way out of the cell block. I dropped my cloak knowing there was no point to it anymore with all the alarms going off.

"Where are you going?"

"I got something to do." Snart said before he took off towards where the professor was being held.

"Come on Mick, there's no time like the present and Ray still needs medical attention. He's a little too quiet and I couldn't really do anything about his concussion."

Snart passed out shots of russian vodka to all of us. "Courtesy of Yuri the Bear." Mick explained the bottles's origin.

Sara asked, amused, "How did you even have time to steal this?"

"There's always time to steal." Snart replied matter of factly. I downed my shot and gestured for him to pour me another.

"A toast to the first time we haven't completely ruined the timeline." Stein said, raising his glass.

"Please tell me that's true, Gideon." Rip said hopefully.

The projections of the future are back to normal.

"I'll drink to that." Kendra said happily.

Snart chimed in humorously, "To Rip. To things not going according to his plan."

"To the Captain." Stein spoke obviously having no clue about the failsafe plan.

"To the Captain." We all raised our glasses.

"All right." Jax cheered.

"Hold on, Jefferson. You're not quite 21." Stein said, reaching to take the shot from Jax.

"In 1986, the drinking age in Russia was 12, so…" Sara piped up helpfully. We all drifted apart with our drinks, I moved closer to the bottle for more. I could feel the bonds around us shifting, our camaraderie starting to push us towards a pack bond, but I could also feel how hard we were all working to fight that.

Suddenly, something crashed into the ship shaking the whole room, "What was that?" Sara asked.

We have been struck with an explosive projectile.

"No kidding." Ray said.

"Everyone get strapped in now!" Rip said and we all scrambled to get in a seat, he looked around worriedly saying, "We're in the Temporal Zone. I don't understand. No one should be able to…"

A second explosion hit the ship, "You were saying?" Snart asked snarkily.

A scan of the vessel suggests that it is the bounty hunter Chronos.

"Oh, man, this guy has impeccable timing." Jax said as he sat down.

He appears to be following us. Firing countermeasures. Countermeasures effective.

"Have we lost him?" Stein asked.

Yes, but not his missile. Our aft shield is gravely compromised.

"Initiating evasive maneuvers."

"Ah! The vodka was a bad choice." Ray cringed, someone has a weak stomach.

Impact in three, two, one. Sir, we've just been knocked out of the timestream.

"What does that mean?" Kendra asked.

"It means we're crash-landing in place and time."

We wandered off the ship into the decimated city we had landed in. "Gideon, camouflage the ship. This doesn't look like the type of place we want to linger out in the open." Rip raised his gun as he moved forward.

We all looked around trying to identify our surroundings. "That looks a lot like a Palmer Tech building, but why does it have a Smoak logo on it?" Ray asked, indicating one of the few skyscrapers that were still standing.

"Wait. This is Star City. I thought you said the timeline was safe." Sara asked Rip accusingly.

"Yeah, Star City was intact in 2016. This... this is 2046." Rip said after looking down at his device.

Some guy in a green hoodie dropped down onto a car near us shouting, "Don't move!"

"Oh, thank God." Sara said relieved.

"I said don't move," he reiterated.

Sara ignored his order going on, "It's me. It's Sara."

"Hey, Oliver, look, I-I know it's been a long time, but don't you remember that Rip Hunter recruited us to become legends?" Ray tried to help, I looked at them both doubtfully this can't be Oliver Queen. Oliver would have recognized us and his scent is off.

"I never heard of any legends."