HUNTRESS.
007. | ❛ shooting arrows are more my style. ❜
"And we've arrived." Rip let go of the lever while turning around to face them.
"Gideon, if you wouldn't mind camouflaging us as an alpine meadow, perhaps?"
"What are you complaining about now? It's not like we time-jumped." Leonard told Mick, who was holding his head with his hand.
"I hate flying, especially in... whatever this thing is."
"Where exactly are we?" Carter asked while Kendra somewhat answered his question,"We're still in 1975, right?"
"Indeed. October 1975 on the fjords of northern Norway." Rip continued off of Kendra
"Sounds like a vacation." Crystal cracked her hands as she got out of her seat.
"Which we can take as soon as the threat of Savage has been neutralized, Ms. Pierce."
"That's Aldus's notebook." Mick pointed to what Rip had in his hand.
"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." Rip flipped through the book trying to find the page.
"Can't we just go back and save Aldus?" Kendra tried reasoning with Rip.
"He was our son." Carter said
"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 states to the Hawk people.
"Which sounds way cooler than it is." Ray spoke in a low voice
"Forgetting physics for a second, shouldn't we figure out what Savage is doing in Norway?" Crystal said leaning against the table in the middle.
"According to Gideon, there is a large meeting of terrorists and fringe groups looking to buy illegal arms." Rip said as images appeared on the screen.
"Now that sounds like a vacation." Mick admitted
"Arms dealers and terrorists aren't exactly our kind of people, but they're the next best thing." Leonard spoke leaning his arms against the table and smirking at Crystal, who lifted her left eyebrow.
"Well, looks like you and your lapdog get to earn your keep." Carter said
"I'm no one's lapdog, bird-man." Mick made the snarky reply
"So what exactly does one wear to a black market arms bazaar, anyway?" Kendra asked Rip
"The Waverider has a fabrication room which can fashion temporally-indigenous, uh, fashion." Rip explained to them
"You've got a room that makes clothing?" Jax asked as if it was crazy.
"Doesn't everyone?"
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"They're checking credentials. And we don't have any." Crystal whispered as she was dressed in all black, the rest dressed to the same extent, slowly approaching the door.
"We got this. Trust us." Mick grunts.
Leonard bumps into someone taking what was in his pocket,"Excuse you."
"IDs." The man asked with a rough voice.
"You don't look like an Amhad Ahmed Izz-Al-Din." The man looked at Leonard.
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