Frost Bite 》Legends Of Tomorrow

I Didn't Know Dr. Evil's Here

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.