Deep in the heart of the Pentagon. tucked away in the corner of an otherwise unassuming wing, sat a records room. Of course, the file they were after had to be in that particular restricted section. Still, the benefit of being from the future made getting in rather easy. Sara reluctantly had to admit that Snart was a good asset. He swiped a keycard with access to this particular room without issue.
Sara slid it through the card reader as Mick began his distraction. She and Kendra stepped inside. The woman balked. The walls were made of filing cabinets. They occupied nearly every inch of floor space in long neat rows, leaving barely enough room to slip through the channels one by one.
"I'll take the left," she offered.
Nodding, Kendra moved to the right. Sara ventured down the wall to the far left, skimming plaques and labels that indicated security level, a numbered code pertaining to relevant projects, and the year. Rip hadn't given them much to go on, but Gideon did have the numeric project code.
Several rows down, she found the code she was looking for and opened the accompanying drawer. Several manila folders were nestled inside, tightly packed, nearly bursting at the metal seams of the cabinet. She grabbed one at random, fighting to weasel it out without sending all of the others into a disorganized heap. Skimming the first page, she saw a significantly less redacted version of the file Gideon showed them on the Waverider. She almost shoved it under her arm and called for Kendra when something caught her eye.
There, at the bottom, was a reference to another file, another project Vandal Savage had been involved in, listed only by numeric code. A code she remembered seeing two rows back.
File in hand, she quickly made her way back to the cabinet that matched the indicated project. This cabinet wasn't nearly as full. In fact, only two manila folders languished inside. She opened the first one. Froze.
There, on the first page under the sub-heading identifying all major players in the incident, were several pictures. She snatched both folders from the drawer.
"Got the file," Sara said, one finger to her ear to activate the comm. "Let's get out of here."
Sara curled up in her bunk with the second batch of files she took from the Pentagon. The boys were plotting away on the bridge with the first set, the ones exclusively about Vandal Savage. The only ones they knew about.
That damn photo stared back at her, a grainy image taken from a security camera. In the center, a woman known only as 'unidentified agent', with her head turned in the direction of the camera. Her expression was almost alarmed as she looked down the hallway beyond.
Daisy.
It was Daisy. The woman she met in a bar only a few months ago.
She checked the date on the file. 1976. She briefly entertained the idea that it could be her mom. Daisy looked a bit younger than her, but Sara chalked that assumption up to the way she was dressed and held herself. Once they were in the van… well, she didn't look as young without the flannel and the horrible eyeshadow. It was possible that the woman in the picture could give birth to Daisy a decade later.
But no. Sara had held that face between her hands, that night. Had kissed every inch of it. She knew it from the scar on her cheek to the knit of her brow.
What was Daisy doing in 1976 with a classified government operation called Project Insight? And, if she really were another time traveler, was she working for the Time Masters? Or someone else?
When Rip called her to the bridge to prep for the next mission, she hid the files away in a small slit in her mattress. Daisy hadn't changed history noticably, so it really wasn't any of their business anyway. She hoped…
