𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝. 𝙇𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬

iii. 1975

[T H R E E]

RAITH WALKED NEXT TO SARA WHO SMILED AT HER. "Hey," she greeted. Raith replied with a smile, happy that Sara decided to come too.

She had also learned the rest of the team's names. Of course, there was Ray Palmer. Whom she called grumpy and grumpier were Leonard Snart and Mick Rory. The person who was only a few years older than her was Jefferson Jackson and his other and older half, Martin Stein. Lastly, the two birds were Kendra Saunders and Carter Hall.

"I think we're being punked," Ray said. "Do people still say "punked?"

"No," Raith replied bluntly.

   "I see your buddy threw himself a going-away party," Mick noted as he saw Jax passed out in the passenger seat.

   Raith crossed her arms and looked at him accusingly. "What did you do to him?" She asked.

   "Yes, I believe he drank something that didn't quite agree with him," Martin said, putting the paper that the address was written on in his pocket.

   You're a terrible liar.

   "You don't look too happy to be here," Leonard said to Kendra.

   "Perceptive."

   "Well," Raith heard Rip say, walking towards them. "I see you've all decided to come. Well then, we can all be on our way."

   "I ain't footing it anywhere," Leonard bellowed.

   "A time master's sacred charge is to not harm the timeline. Can you imagine what a time ship would look like in say, Victorian, England?" Rip quizzed them.

   "Holographic indigenous camouflage projection," Martin said in awe.

   "Indeed," the time traveler accepted. He pressed a button which had Raith thinking, What is with this guy and buttons?!

   A large vessel appeared out of thin air. Raith uncrossed her arms, slightly impressed and very surprised.

   "It's called the waverider," Rip introduced as if it were a person. "It's been my ship for over a decade. Shall we?" Sara and Raith shared a glance before making their way inside.

   It looked more interesting on the inside. Raith sauntered into one of the bedrooms and looked at it. She heard conversation in the main room and went there.

   "How does a vessel of this size function without a crew?" She heard Martin ask once she walked in.

   "I don't need one," Rip expressed. "I have Gideon."

Right when Raith was about to ask who that person was, Gideon appeared as a hologram. "Welcome aboard," she said in an English accent. "I am Gideon, an interactive artificial consciousness programmed to operate this vessel's critical systems and aid Captain Hunter in his mission."