The Ghost (LOT Reader X Leonard Snart)

Project Svarog

Leaving the temporal sone we flew over a city. ''Where are we now?'' Asked Mick. ''Washington, D.C the year 1986.'' there was a lot of thing wrong with this year starting with the height of the cold war. It was no wonder why Vandal decided to go here.

We all got up from our seats and stood in front of the control panel. ''We traveled here because I have a new lead on Vandal Savage's location.'' Gideon popped up as a holograph. Rip searched for something on the touchscreen of the panels. ''Gideon manage to intercept this telefax concerning Vandal's last know whereabouts.'' on the screens some pages from the telefax where projected, most of the information was blacked-out by the government.

Most of the team has never heard of a telefax. ''A tele-what?'' asked Jax. ''Its like an email,'' started Ray his explanation way to excited. But no one was in for one of his geeky outburst. ''On paper.'' he added toning down on the enthusiasm. ''It is useless, that is what it is.'' Mick also didn't understand the reason. ''That is because the U.S government had probably intercepted it and crossed out all important information before the could send it.'' I tolled them. I had been around for a long time so I knew what a telefax was.

Rip wanted to know what the whole letter had to tell as information so his plan was to get the original copies. ''Rip, you know where they are, that is going to be impossible. Even for me.'' Ray looked at me and then at Rip who walked to the window and we all followed. A building in the shape of a pentagon came in few. ''You want us to break into the Pentagon?'' Even Leonard thought that Rip had gone mad.

He better had a plan otherwise this mission was doomed to fail. ''This is crazy work.'' Jax stated. ''What even is the plan?'' Sarah asked, the only one so far who had faith in Rip. ''Oh, the Fabricator will fashion you the necessary Pentagon credentials.'' Clearly he had a plan, I only hoped it would work out.

We went over his plan once we were already inside and in theory it should work, but we all know it never goes as planned. Leonard and Ray were dressed as janitors and pretended to clean the floor. ''Now, the file we're after is kept in a secure records room. In order to gain access, we're going to need to, uh, borrow a magnetic key card.'' Leonard was already looking for the card in question while Ray complained about the plan.

Leaning agains the mob in his hands Ray asked. ''Isn't it much easier for me to shrink down and slip underneath the door and get the files?'' Leonard smirked. ''Let me show you how it's done...old school.'' looking ahead of him he saw a women dressed in uniform approaching.

The women slipped over the wet floor Leonard just mobbed to wet on purpose. As she slipped Leonard was quick in the hands and caught her. ''Thank you.'' she said in grateful. ''Just doing my job.'' Was his slick answer. As the women went on walking Leonard flashed Ray the key card he just stole. Along side her wallet. Typical.

That was our cue so Sarah and I walked around the corner dressed in U.S army officer uniforms. Sarah of course with pants and myself a skirt. Difference had to be there. We walked towards Leonard and Ray, Leonard handed the key card to Sarah and I gave them a small nod as I passed them.

Without trouble we walked to the secure records room, we used the key card to open the door. ''This place is on heavily security, with cameras in all corners. We need a distraction.'' Rip let the team knew and this was where Mick come to play. ''Im on it.'' he said and rolled up the best diversion ever.

He had rolled up some soldiers into a armwrestling contest. The cheers where heard even in the surveillance room. The two man on duty walked out to get a better view of the disturbance and placed bets on the soldiers as well. Giving Sarah and me enough time to get the files. It was an in and out situation. We got the files and we out of there. ''We got them.'' I let Rip know, so he could send Firestorm to execute the last face of the plan. The get away.