With speed that most normal humans didn't possess, the strange man jumped at Red Tornado and grabbed at his head, immediately trying his best to twist it. But when he found that the metal under his hands was nothing like he had ever dealt with before- not even with all the weapons he had used in his life nor the different types of objects he had come into contact with- the man jumped up as high as he could go and kicked the odd contraption hard enough to send them both flying backwards.

The many weapons he had once worn had been placed at a corner of the room in hopes that the man would not be dangerous or try and use them against the Team, but they had been rather stupid in leaving them there. For the man lunged straight for his weapons and turned to Red Tornado with both revolvers cocked and a confused yet dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"I am not here to hurt you." Red Tornado tried, holding his hands up in defense. "You are in the med bay, we are trying to heal you."

"We?" Asked the man and he chanced a glance at the teenagers he had seen through the glass, only to find them looking on in shock and confusion as he held the... What was this thing?... At gunpoint. "Where am I and how did I get here?"

"The Team found you inside of a warehouse in Star City. You were knocked out and had sustained multiple injuries and so they brought you back so I could help you." The... Maybe it was an automaton of sorts. Maybe it could have been a creation of someone like Benjamin Franklin, if it wasn't one from the very inventor.

"This is a safe place. No one here is going to harm you."

The man turned to the new voice and found a teenage boy with bright red hair and light green eyes slowly walking into the room with his hands up to show he wasn't armed. The boy wore an odd and brightly colored suit and had a type of cowl bunched up at the base of his neck, which led the man to assume he had even taken his mask off to have him trust him.

The stranger lowered his guns only slightly, but it was enough of a pronounced movement to let Wally know he wasn't going to kill anyone at the moment and was more confused than violent at the moment.

"My name's Wally West. I was the one that found you in the warehouse." He informed the man as he lowered the guns even further. "Just what were you doing there? If you don't mind me asking."

Placing the gun he had held with his left hand down on the floor, the stranger stood up from his crouch on the floor and grasped at his head with the very hand he had just freed. He groaned slightly in pain but shook his head, "I had been following a lead for Master Kenway... I was supposed to be infiltrating the Assassin's in France when I was suddenly jumped and attacked..." Now he looked at Wally with wide brown eyes. "I was attacked on my ship, the Morrigan; have you heard of her?"

Wally shook his head regretfully, but Red Tornado now answered, "I haven't, but... What's your name? How about we start with the basics before we get to the more intricate memories?"

"Aye." The man nodded, sitting down on the cot behind him. "My name's Shay. Shay Patrick Cormac."

The high tension in the room subsided as the man calmed down and Wally smiled softly at the stranger. He hadn't mean to scare anybody. He was just scared himself. There was nothing wrong with that.

"Well, Mr. Cormac, would you allow me to re bandage your wounds? It seems you pulled quite a few stitches during the commotion." Red Tornado pointed out the new blood stains on the once white bandages and Shay at least had the decency to seem slightly embarrassed at this.

"Sorry about that."

"Nonsense. Now, if you would just stay still."

And Red got back to work with a much more subdued patient.

"Tell me, boy, what year is it?" Shay asked as he ate some of the food the teenagers had been kind enough to give him.

After the automaton named Red Tornado- it was quite the fascinating machine, really- had finished re wrapping his wounds, he had been able to meet the whole team of teens that had supposedly saved him. He was shocked and confused by everything around him: the bright colors, the technology he could begin to fathom, the fact these teenagers had saved him, everything.

But he was smart enough to know to remain calm, even when he had no idea what was going on.

After Red Tornado had finished with his bandages, he had been returned his clothes and allowed to dress in them. He had scrunched his nose at the sight of the assassin's robe he had been wearing when he had been attacked, but had not complained as he put them on. It wasn't like he could find his much more comfortable an much less incriminating outfit wherever he was. Whenever he was.

The boy named Robin, who wore sunglasses indoors much like Jack Weeks did, looked up at him with a small smirk, "Did you hit your head too, Shay? It's 2011, of course."

Wally had smiled at his best friend's snarky tone, amused to find that the kid was already warming up to the stranger even with the threat he had been at the beginning, but that smile faded when he noticed Shay's wide eyed look.

"D-did you just say two thousand and eleven?" Shay asked, which made all the teenagers look at him with varying degrees of curiosity. "But... How can that be?" Shay asked himself now, glancing down at the bulky coat he wore. "The last date I remember is December eighth of 1760."

All of the teenagers looked at him with wide eyes, all but Wally, who breathed out with a shake of his head.

"Okay, he's one of those. It seems we've got a time traveler here, guys." He informed his friends, then smiled at Shay, "Do not worry about anything, Shay, we've dealt with many of your kind before. We'll be able to figure out a way to get you home before you even ask yourself just what a pizza cone is!"

Shay looked at him with utter confusion and slight exasperation, but only shook his head and leaned back onto the chair he was currently seated on. "But the Seven Years War... It was raging last I heard."

"The Seven Years War?" Artemis asked, shaking her head. "Man, either you're really from another time period, or you've been watching too many History Channel documentaries."

Shay glanced at her with mixed emotions, but shook his head and let his head fall onto his hands.

He had been so close to infiltrating the Assassin's Brotherhood in France! With the infiltration he would be able to find the Piece of Eden he had sought for so long and finally put an end to this damned race between the Assassins and Templars. He would finally be able to stop both factions from gaining the very pieces of the world that kept it together and stopped it from falling to pieces.

"Just what do you mean?" Shay asked, grabbing the kids attention once more. "By saying you've met others like me before. What do you mean by others like me?"

Wally got up from his place on the floor at Shay's feet and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I know it might be hard to wrap your 1700's mind around the idea of anything mildly futuristic, but time travel is something we've encountered about a dozen times before." Wally informed the man, who didn't glare at the kid because of how confused he was. "About two of them were from the past, but most usually come from the future to warn us of a terrible fate if we don't wise up." Wally shrugged.

Now the boy named Kaldur that had once stood off the to side in silence made his way towards Shay and Wally. "I- we- cannot tell you that we understand your situation fully and can help you, but I can assure you we will do our best to get you back to your own time."

Shay couldn't say he fully understood what was going on. He was beyond confused and he noticed that the only reason he had yet to try and find the Templars in this world was because he was in shock at all the new things that now surrounded him. The world had changed so much in the few two hundred years that had passed between his own time period and now.

"That's... That's nice of you, lad." Shay sighed, "Thank you for being so kind to such an ungrateful guest such as myself."

"Nonsense, Shay!" Robin jumped up with a broad smile, "Like Wally told you, we're used to random people popping up out of the strangest corners of the world. You're actually one of the nicest guests we've had!"

The dark haired man smiled slightly at that and Wally noted how his scar crinkled up around the edges of his eyes, but they weren't able to say anything else because of a sudden flash of light appearing right in front of them and dumping a man with a gray hoodie and faded jeans right in front of their faces.

The man groaned as he rolled onto his back, showing a face with a scarred lip and slight stubble along his jaw.

All the people in the room immediately ran towards him with worry and wonder, but as soon as Shay laid his eyes on the tattoo on the stranger's forearm and the hidden blade on his right arm, he glared at the man and stopped the kids from getting any closer.

"Don't get too close kids, this man's dangerous."

M'gann looked from the man with the scar on his eye to the one with the scarred lip, and asked, "But aren't you from another time period? This man looks like h's from our own time period. How would you know he's dangerous?"

Shay's eyes narrowed dangerously as he sneered at the groaning man on the floor, "I would know an assassin anywhere, any time. And this man is just that." Then he looked at M'gann with a type of harshness in his eyes, "Assassin's can't be trusted, kid. They're greedy and have no values whatsoever."

"Oh..." Groaned the man on the floor, turning everyone's attention back on him. "Rebecca owes me big time..." He said, eyes wide as he looked at the people that stood over him.

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