(Scenes from Legends of Tomorrow Season 6, Episode 4)

The next morning, an alarm starts blaring throughout the Waverider. The Legends, some of whom are still groggy, climb out of bed. A more well-rested Dr. Heywood is marching through the corridors. He presumes I've sounded the alarm, but the actual culprit is Mr. Rory. Dr. Heywood soon crosses paths with Miss Tarazi, whose "nighttime makeup" seems to titillate him. She quickly realizes her bare face and ponytail remind him of Miss Tomaz. This exchange ends right before Mr. Rory announces on the intercom, "Move your butts, people. Need you on the bridge."

At that time, Miss Cruz, another early riser, is finishing her daily workout regime in the lounge. She goes to find a dormant Mr. Tarazi on the couch. The coffee table is littered with numerous wrappers for snacks and cannabis products as well as a hookah. "Is he doing all right, Gideon?"

"Mr. Tarazi asked me to formulate an ingestible gelatinous cannaboid compound to help him sleep." He has been concerningly bothered.

The survivalist picks up a package of my homemade Sweet Dreamz Edibles. "You make marijuana candy?" If requested, yes. She scoffs, "I wonder if they're ever gonna let me back into Texas sometimes."

A well-groomed Mr. Rory is waiting for everyone in the parlour. Captain Sharpe is the first one to arrive. "Rory, what time is it?"

"Technically, time doesn't exist in the Temporal Zone."

"Yes. Thank you, Gideon. I just mean it's early."

He discloses, "I got a hit on the alien that kidnapped Sara." He means "Kayla". A collection of images are exhibited on the table. "Remember that sketch I drew? The, uh, squid face?"

"Oh, yeah, I thought it had chicken wings near its mouth."

"Well, Gideon helped me find this photo buried amongst some old KGB files and this report about a crashed space alien. It was redacted until Putin was ousted from power in 2044."

The captain regards him in amused disbelief. "'Redacted'? 'Ousted'? Where are these words coming from, Rory?"

"I know words." He was a novelist after all. "Look, uh, thanks for cleaning me up."

A very happy Captain Sharpe hugs Mr. Rory. "Oh, thank you. You even smell good." She is about to dive into analyzing the photos when Dr. Heywood, Miss Cruz, and Miss Tarazi appear. "Gang, great news. Rory located the alien that took Sara."

"Hmm," the latter says. "Shocking, honestly."

Mr. Rory grunts before explaining, "The pod we're looking for was picked up by military forces at 0600 hours. It's en route as we speak." He draws the others' attention to a particular spot on the map with a pointer. "The plan: rendezvous with it here. Any questions?"

"'En route.' 'Rendezvous.' Est-ce que tu parles français, Rory?"

"What?" The correct answer would be "Non, je ne parle français".

"Hey, this is great, Mick," Dr. Heywood affirms, "but shouldn't Gideon do the coordinates?" I evidently didn't have to.

"Already set, numb nuts." He walks past them for the bridge. Miss Tarazi inquires whether the Legends should pick up Mr. Constantine and Miss Logue from his manor. Mr. Rory doesn't answer her and instead confirms the prearranged coordinates on the control panel. I promptly jump the Waverider to the undisclosed destination. Affected by the rapid motion, they, excluding him, fall to the floor. "Let's move. It's a two-click hike through the thick jungle."

The Legends consecutively get back on their feet. "Okay, I love the intensity, Rory," Captain Sharpe declares, "but a little heads-up would be nice."

"Hold up," Miss Cruz contends. "I thought this was a time machine. Why not bring us back an hour earlier? That way, y'all can change out of your pj's."

"Yeah, we don't ask those questions," Miss Tarazi answers. So, after I find a remote area to land the ship, Mr. Rory hastens the Legends' departure through the cargo bay. None of them has noticed that someone else is missing.

I soon hear the captain's voice through her earpiece. "Dang it, we forgot Behrad. Spooner, what did I tell you about the Legends' buddy system."

"That hippie burnout wouldn't want no part of this action."

"All right, Rory. What's the plan?"

"Cover me."

"With what," Miss Tarazi quizzes. "I'm wearing slippers." Suddenly, I'm hearing a gunfight, Miss Cruz's delirious yells, and a truck engine's roar intertwined into a prolonged, thunderous noise.

"Think it was a bad idea letting Rory run point," Captain Sharpe inquires.

Dr. Heywood replies, "Eh, we've had messier missions." The gunshots subside, and I track the five Legends' location heading eastward. I've taken the opportunity to analyze the coordinates Mr. Rory implanted on the timeline. The dialog box reads "Cuba, 1962". The Legends are standing in the midst of the Cuban Missile Crisis! Not only that, but he has failed to activate the cloaking device.

The first course of action they've done after returning to the Waverider is changing their clothes. Brunch is the second. The agitated captain is rushing to the bridge with Dr. Heywood following behind her in a suit. "Gideon, what's the latest in D.C.?"

"John Fitzgerald Kennedy just called an emergency meeting with his top advisors." I may have favoured him out of the 1960s U.S. Presidents.

She isn't as giddy about this as I am. "Ugh, that's what I get for letting Rory run point in the middle of the Cold War." Admittedly, he's more adept in strategic planning.

"It's all good," Dr. Heywood assures.

She acknowledges him wearily. "Is it?"

"Yeah, JFK delivered a masterclass in diplomacy during the Cuban Missile Crisis. How do I know this? Because I wrote a doctoral thesis on it."

"You wanna go to Washington, do you?"

He speaks in a Jersey accent, "With your permission, Captain, I would throw the ball—"

"No. No, lose the accent. Way to wear that suit, though."

"Thank you."

Miss Tarazi glides in at the same time, donning a skirt suit. "Aw. Thanks, girl."

Dr. Heywood highlights a conspicuous accessory. "What happened to your totem?"

"Oh, the old one clashed."

"I take it you wanna go to Washington too," Captain Sharpe accurately guesses.

"Yes." Her friend points at her bouffant hair. "I spent a lot of time on this." Moments later, her unruffled brother finds them in the corridor outside the galley.

"Ah. Morning, team," he yawns with a smile. "What'd I miss?" A great deal.

"Nate and Zari are gonna make sure that JFK doesn't start World War III. The rest of us are chasing down a displaced space alien in Cuba. No big deal."

Mr. Tarazi slowly begins stepping away. "Cool. I'll just be—"

The captain stops him, asserting, "Uh-uh, you will just be with me. Let's go." As they head for the bridge, Dr. Heywood and Miss Tarazi advance in the opposite direction. They cannot hide their eagerness about encountering the Kennedys. I open a portal for Washington D.C. the same year.

As Captain Sharpe and Mr. Tarazi enter the parlour, Mr. Rory informs, "Good news, Captain. We found the pod."

"It's currently on its way to Fidel Castro's not-so-secret bunker," Miss Cruz adds, pinpointing its location on the map.

"Wow, you found the alien using your powers?"

"Nah, CB radio." They have uncovered it in the storage chamber as well as a very operable transceiver. "De nada, Capitan."

I upload the blueprint of the secret bunker on the monitor. The entryway on the south border is lit in red. "Easiest way is through here," Mr. Rory declares. "I'm guessing four guards. We just blow the place to smi—"

"Okay," Captain Sharpe interrupts, "I'll take it from here."

"They're not gonna let you just walk through the front door."

She snatches his pointer away. "That's exactly what they're gonna do." The captain advances to the bridge, while Mr. Tarazi looks at the photographs. "Behrad, come with me."

"Why do you keep grabbing me?" His resistance prevents her from leaving. "Look, Captain. Authoritarian leaders, secret bunkers, nuclear missiles. I'm just not feeling the energy of this mission."

"Too bad because I need your energy, okay?" She pertly implies, "I can't afford any hotheads starting a nuclear war."

An offended Mr. Rory argues, "Hey, I'm trying to help you find your girlfriend."

"You know what you can help me do? Get that missile back to the people we stole it from."

Miss Cruz skeptically deduces, "Wait, the Russians?"

"That defeats the purpose of stealing."

"Our job is to protect history," Captain Sharpe maintains. "Remember that next time." She and Mr. Tarazi go to the fabrication room. Posing as a Russian doctor and a Cuban soldier, they tread to Fidel Castro's bunker.

In the meantime, Mr. Rory and Miss Cruz are en route to the Soviet Army's bunker to return the stolen warhead. Or supposed to be since I track their truck's stop to a different one. "Those ain't Russkies." They must've arrived at the same bunker as the captain.

"Uh, permission to shoot our way out of a sticky situation, Captain?"

"No. Absolutely not, Rory. The last thing we need is an international incident. Do you copy?"

"Uh-huh," he grunts.

"Was that a 'yes' or 'no'?" Mr. Rory just grunts again. "That's what I thought." Unbeknownst to Captain Sharpe, he and the survivalist are already seized by Castro's men. One of whom reveals that the United States have launched a "mutant invasion". Miss Cruz questions, "How does this help history again?"

"Captain's orders," Mr. Rory grumbles.

"Well, I liked it when you were in charge." Like recognizes like, I suppose.

Meanwhile, Captain Sharpe and Mr. Tarazi are escorted to a room located in the eastern sector. I hear someone greeting her. "Ah, just in time, comarada doctora. The anesthesia is working, and we are ready to begin the vivisection."

"Uh, the what?"

"The vivisection."

"Oh, oh, yes. But, first, can I have a shot of vodka? As they say in my country, it steadies the hands."

"No," Dr. Benita Hernández exclaims. "There is no time. The comandante wants to know how we can best kill these mutant invaders."

"Oh okay. Then, um, let the vivisection begin."

"Hey, um, team powwow," Mr. Tarazi whispers to the captain.

"Mm-hmm, sure."

Seconds later, he murmurs, "Are you seriously gonna, uh, kill the only alien who can lead us to Sara?"

"No, of course not! I'm just stalling, so I can come up with another plan."

"Okay."

"Okay!"

"I probably should have mentioned this before," Mr. Tarazi confesses. "I do not like blood."

Captain Sharpe exasperatedly sighs, "Relax, everyone! I'm just going to make a tiny, little incision, yes?" An overflowing gush of extraterrestrial blood is suspectedly visible. "We are good. It's just a little, tiny bit of blood. Uh, it-it's okay. Everybody, relax. It's, uh perfectly normal." The anaesthesia is somehow released in the medical area. She and the other doctors have inhaled it. Soon enough, I hear her laugh as well as Dr. Hernández. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Sí, sí."

"I'm not really Russian."

"Are you North American spy?"

"Worse! I'm a clone from the future. I snuck onto the base to steal the alien!" They resume their boisterous laughter. "I don't even know why I'm still talking like this!" The captain eventually becomes the final conscious person. "Get comfy. I'll be right back." Not long after, she starts transporting the sedated extraterrestrial out of the medical area.

Outside, the Cuban Army have secured the stolen missile. Miss Cruz unexpectedly winces in agony. "Headache? That time of the month, huh?"

"Very funny."

"No, I'm being serious. My daughter has the same… you know."

"Oh, that's very sweet of you then. But it's not my period. It's the alien." She grunts to herself in discomfort. "I think my powers are getting stronger. It's not just feelings; it's almost like I can hear it talking."

"What's it saying?"

"Oh, that it's pissed. We gotta find Ava."

At the same time, the angrily restless Kayla confronts Captain Sharpe. "I don't wanna hurt you, all right? I just need to know where you took my girlfriend." Instead of gaining an answer, she is attacked by the snatcher.

Mr. Rory and the survivalist reach the captain in time. He utilizes his heat gun, causing the extraterrestrial to flee. "Let's get outta here."

They carry her into the medbay. As the captain situates herself in one of the chairs, she remembers something. "Dang it, we forgot Behrad. Again."

He incidentally beckons them. "Guys, thought you might like an update on El Comandante."

"Wait, you're with Fidel Castro?"

"Yeah, we're super tight; the problem is he thinks the alien was sent to kill him."

"Why would he think that?"

"Because it tried to kill him. Oh, and also, he's preparing to launch a nuclear missile at D.C."

She glares at Miss Cruz, querying, "Why does Castro have a nuke?"

"'Cause we gave it to him." Unwillingly.

Mr. Rory tells the flabbergasted Captain Sharpe, "You said 'no shooting'."

"I said—oh my gosh, this is not happening!" She covers her forehead with her hands under stress. "Okay, okay, okay. Let's just hope that cooler heads are prevailing in D.C., right?" However, it seems that things are getting only worse. Dr. Heywood summons them from the White House. "Guys, why is Fidel starting World War III?"

"Because he thinks you guys are invading Cuba with aliens. Look, Behrad's trying to cool him down."

Needless to say, Castro is very much a "hothead". I can hear him shouting through the comms. "Tell the CIA to call back their squid soldiers, or else I'll launch the nuke!"

"My gosh," the captain proclaims. She regains composure and detaches the catheter from her wrist. "Okay, sounds likes you're up, Rory."

"Thought I was in the doghouse."

She gets up from the chair and undresses the surgical gown. "That's when we were trying to finesse the situation. Plans change."

"You want us to kill the alien?"

"We don't have a choice, okay? Spooner, I need you to help him track it. We need to deescalate the situation and get history back on track." Is she reverting to her Time Bureau days?

"Screw history! You kill the alien; you kill any chance of finding Sara."

Captain Sharpe throws the gown into the chair. "And, if we don't kill it, then Castro starts a nuclear war, and Sara doesn't have a home to return to, okay?! I do not have time to game this out with you, Rory. We will find another way to find Sara."

"Right," he scoffs. "Lots of big brains on this ship. I'll just stick with what I know. You should have never cleaned me up. I'm better off what I do best: being a goon, killing people."

"Yes. That's exactly what I need." She stares markedly at him.

"Right. Least I know what I'm here for." Mr. Rory storms out of the medbay. Miss Cruz follows him without saying anything to the captain. They return to Castro's bunker and search for the extraterrestrial. "Alien's gone."

"No, it's still here. I can sense it."

"Base is wide open. Why would the stupid thing still be here?"

"It's not stupid; it's looking for something." A minute later, the survivalist divulges, "You know, it wasn't right for Ava to pin this all on you."

"I don't give a rat's ass."

"You were just trying to find Sara."

"No, I was pretending to be somebody I'm not."

"So you're just gonna go back to being a dumb drunk? That it?"

"Yes." Neither of them know that I've broadcasted their conversation for Captain Sharpe to hear on the ship's intercom. She censures me for eavesdropping, but, judging by her expression, she's aware that Miss Cruz is right. The captain reflectively pours herself a glass of scotch and sits in the parlour.

I notify, "Captain, I'm detecting an unusual level of radiation on the ship."

She smiles as she can surmise how this is possible. "Rory." He is currently walking through the corridor with Miss Cruz and the extraterrestrial. In each gloved hand are two cases of plutonium.

The survivalist quizzes, "Are you sure it's safe for us to be carrying that around?"

Placing down the cases on the floor, he inserts coordinates into the time courier on his wrist. "No." Mr. Rory proceeds to shove her into a portal for 1962 Cuba on their left side. After it closes, he continues leading the extraterrestrial to the bridge. They are greeted by a seemingly stern Captain Sharpe. "Oh, uh, this is not how it looks."

She exhales, "I know. I owe you an apology. You saved the entire world from Armageddon, Rory."

"Well, I, uh, I had help."

"Yeah." They watch as the extraterrestrial begins surveying wires from the central console's platform. "It doesn't talk much, does it?"

"Oh, she does. You'd be surprised."

The captain's eyes widen in astonishment. "Did you say 'she'?"

"Mm-hmm." I'm certain Kayla is a name mostly given to girls.

"Huh, so what's the plan?"

"She's hooking some kind of turbo charger to the Waverider."

"Why would she help us?"

"I promised her I'd help her find her ship."

"Okay. Do you trust her?"

"No, it's why I'm going alone."

"Oh. Uh, no." Captain Sharpe steps in front of Mr. Rory. "But that—"

"But no. You said your job is to protect history."

"I also said your job wasn't to think for yourself; had you listened to any of my orders, we'd have absolutely no hope in finding Sara, so I-I guess you got this."

"Stop saying nice things."

She hugs him, which startles him a bit. "You just bring me back my girl, okay?"

"Mm." He means 'yes'.

"Good luck, big guy." While the captain prepares to dislodge me from the Waverider, I observe Mr. Rory trying to lay down some ground rules. The conversation isn't going anywhere as he doesn't understand Kayla's articulations. The female extraterrestrial soon retrieves something that transforms her physique into a human one. It turns out she likes hard liquor too. The alien visitor takes his drink and gulps it down. "Here's to new adventures," she says, handing the empty bottle back to Mr. Rory. I zoom in on the arsonist's face prior to my deactivation. His eyes are goggling yet he's smirking. Is he… intrigued?