I Didn't Know Dr. Evil's Here

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Norway, 1975.

Rip had us camouflage and Mick looked like he was going to throw up. "What are you complaining about now? It's not like we time-jumped." Snart said sarcastically.

Mick grabbed his head, "I hate flying, especially in...whatever this thing is."

"Where exactly are we?" I asked.

"We're still in 1975, right?" Kendra added.

Rip got up from his seat, "Indeed. October 1975 on the fjords of northern Norway."

"Sounds like a vacation." Snart said.

"Which we can take as soon as the threat of Savage has been neutralized, Mr. Snart."

Rip held up a notebook. "That's Aldus's notebook." Carter said.

"Now he theorized that Savage might be here, and if he's right, and if we can capture Savage, then at least Professor Boardman didn't die in vain."

"Can't we just go back and save Aldus?" Kendra asked hopefully.

"He was our son." Carter pointed out.

"Look, I'm sorry. We can't go back and change events in which we participated. Time would fold in on itself, creating a temporal vortex." Rip explained.

"Which sounds way cooler than it is." Ray said.

Sara was leaning over the monitors, "Forgetting physics for a second, shouldn't we figure out what Savage is doing in Norway?"

Rip walked up to the monitor where Gideon was showing information, "According to Gideon, there is a large meeting of terrorists and fringe groups looking to buy illegal arms."

"Now that sounds like a vacation." Mick smirked.

Snart got a bit excited, "Arms dealers and terrorists aren't exactly our kind of people, but they're the next best thing."

"Well, looks like you and your lapdog get to earn your keep." Carter said.

Mick glared at him, "I'm no one's lapdog, bird-man. If anything Claws is more of the lapdog."

I glared back at Mick, "And Claws is going to rip your throat out if you call het a lapdog again." I flicked my claws out to prove a point.

Kendra brought us back on topic, "So what exactly does one wear to a black market arms bazaar, anyway?"

Rip began walking away, "The Waverider has a fabrication room which can fashion temporally-indigenous, uh, fashion."

"You've got a room that makes clothing?" Jax asked surprisingly. Oh, man, Lydia would have loved that.

"Doesn't everyone?" Rip said as if it was nothing as we followed him.

Ray decided to play leader, "All right, first thing we need to do is work up a plan."

"Got a lot of experience infiltrating criminal gatherings?" Snart didn't wait for him to reply. "Didn't think so. I'm calling the shots."

I rolled my eyes, "Who died and made you Queen? We should actually come up with a plan so we don't go in there blind." This guy, I swear. He reminds me of Jackass, I mean Jackson.

"It takes a criminal to know a criminal, which I don't think is in your resume, Claws."

"My name is Morgan, Winter Coat."

He shrugged, "No, I remember. I just don't care."

I felt myself growl at him. I was about to make a snarky comment, but Sara grabbed a hold of my shoulder and shook her head. He should be glad I'm not a Kanima - or have any venom - or else he'd be paralyze right now.

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Rip was getting ticked off, "Actually, I'm the leader. Do I need to remind any of you that I'm a Time Master?  Making discreet alterations to the timeline is what I do, so we're not just gonna charge into the past like a bull into a china shop -"

"Half of what you've told us about the mission turned out to be lies." Mick said.

"None of you have ever encountered Vandal Savage before. I have, and I'm telling you now, you are making a big mistake."

I scoffed, "And what about Wings 1 and 2? They faced Savage before. And you shouldn't even be talking. We trusted you and look where that got us."

I didn't say another word before walking ahead. I see Snart smirking at me and I just glared at him.

"Back soon, Captain." Mick said.

Captain my ass.

》》》》

Sara, Mick, Snart, Stein, and I were walking towards the entrance. I changed into one of my regular clothes after seeing the outfit Gideon placed for me. There is no where is hell am I wearing a very short, tight ass, dress with knee high boots.

"Tell me again why I have to wear this while you wear that?" Sara asked.

I placed my hands in my pockets, "Because I'm not wearing any short dress that shows 90% skin

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I placed my hands in my pockets, "Because I'm not wearing any short dress that shows 90% skin."

"Something I wouldn't mind seeing." Snart replied.

I glared at him, "Bite me."

"Just tell me when and where."

Sara rolled her eyes at our banter before pointing at the guards, "Looks like they're checking credentials. And we don't have any."

"We got this. Trust us." Mick said.

Snart 'accidentally' bumps into someone before pick pocketing him, "Excuse you."

We made our way to the door. "IDs." The guard asked. Snart handed him his card and I could tell he wasn't buying it. "You don't look like an Amhad Ahmed Izz-Al-Din."

"I'm Arab. On my mother's side." He lied smoothly.

To my surprise, Stein marched up to them. "Is there a problem? I don't like delays." He glared at the guard. "Do you know who we are? My associates and I are the operational arm of Scimitar. The Lombardo Square bombing, 1963. Murder of Henri Tyran, Canada, 1970. Konig Airport Massacre, 1971. Bottom line? You don't want to doubt me." Sara and I gave each other impressed looks. Who knew the Professor had some crazy in him?

The guard actually looked scared shitless as he let us pass. "You're a special kind of crazy. I like it." Mick whispered Stein.

"We're in." Snart said in the microphone.

I was scanning the area. I never thought I see the this many weapons. I mean, the Argents had a lot of weapons, just not like this. I was so caught up looking around I didn't notice the guy in front of me and bumped into him.

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