"I can assure you, Mr..." Margaret told the man as she mentally scanned him. "Flynn... That Dorothy Underwood is still in FBI custody."

"How?" Gracia Flynn asked in that creepily soft voice that didn't seem to match his intentions. "How are you sure? You've never really trusted the FBI in first place. Right?"

The British-American agent narrowed her eyes at the strange being. "And how-"

"In fact, if I recall," Flynn interrupted. "You were defiant to hand her over in the first place."

"Who are you?" She demanded.

"Someone who wants to make the world a better place. For today and the future. But I need your help."

"What, exactly, am I helping with?"

"Let's wipe her from the board."

Peggy almost gasped. "Kill her?"

"Why not? It would happen eventually right? It just won't happen in a cell."

"How are we going to do this?" Peggy sat down at her desk and pulled out a manilla folder.

"I know where she is hiding, we can get her there. What I need your help with is... Drawing her out."

Peggy sighed. Was she really going to pull through and kill Dottie Underwood? "Okay. Let me talk to Chief then we'll get back to you."

Flynn smiled. "Of course."

~•~•~•~•~

A sigh of relief escaped the team's lips as the "Lifeboat" landed.

Wyatt opened the door as Rufus shut down the machine and Lucy finished unstrapping. "Los Angeles woods."

"Fun; a hike."

Lucy was the only one not to make a remark as she walked through the woods her eyes alight with excitement.

Wyatt and Rufus exchanged a look and chased after her. "Excited much?" Rufus asks with a smile.

"Are you kidding?" Giving both men an incredulous look. "Dottie Underwood and Peggy Carter were the best agents of this time! Though Dottie wasn't an agent on a good side the were the best at what they did. Peggy; even better. In a time where women weren't really appreciated for the real work they were able to do, they occasionally took advantage of that. Peggy Carter saved all of New York in '46. Then Los Angeles—with the help of her future husband—in '48. Heck, she helped win World War II. I would kill to see her."

"Did she help in some way? For the future I mean."

Lucy shrugged. "Not to my knowledge. But if she is what Flynn wants it could have some sort of a butterfly effect on the future. And Peggy," Lucy shook her head. "Who knows what the world would like if he were to kill her."

Upon reaching the city they turned to Lucy for directions. "Auerbach Theatrical Agency."

As they walked through the doors, the redhead at the desk stood up and put her hand forward. "We're closed."

"We need to see Margaret Carter," Lucy said. "Immediately."

"I don't know who that is," the redhead said while backing up to her desk.

Lucy shook her head. "We aren't here for trouble... We are looking for a man who is a threat to us and we think he came here. We need to see Peggy."

"For what?" A British accent filled the room.

Lucy looked behind her. A smile upon her lips she whispered in awe, "Peggy Carter."