Don't Look Too Close

Norway

"And we've arrived" Rip said, getting up out of his seat and walking to the table in the meeting room.

"Where are we?" I asked, noticing that I didn't feel queasy like the last time we time jumped, so we were maybe still in 1975. Sara must have thought the same thing because she said, "Still in 1975, right?"

"Indeed. Still 1975, its October, we are on the fjords of Northern Norway." Hmmm, only been to Norway once, that was fun. I think I may still have some of those diamonds. They were shiny.

“Sounds like a vacation" I looked up to see Snart, who had unknowingly disturbed a fun little memory trip, and when our eyes met his narrowed. He seems to do that a lot, judgy bitch.

"We can take a vacation as soon as the threat of Savage has been neutralized." Rip said, holding up a book.

“That's Aldus's notebook." Poor Kendra, her kid just died and we have to continue on like nothing happened.

"Yes, 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 go back and save Aldus?" Kendra says, and Carter adds, “He was our son.”

“Look," Rip says with a pained expression. “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."

Ray walked up next to me saying, “Which sounds way cooler than it is, He smiled down at me, and for the first time I realized how incredibly tall he was compared to me. I'm barely 5”4', so he looks like he's 3 feet taller than me.

“Forgetting physics for a second shouldn't we figure out what Savage is doing here?”

“According to Gideon, there is a huge meeting of terrorists and fringe groups looking to buy illegal arms."

Mick smiles, “Now that sounds like a vacation"

“Arms dealers and terrorists aren’t exactly our kind of people, but they're the next best thing.” Snart says smiling at me.

Smirking, I look at him and say, “They're just my kinda people"

Tensing, Ray looks at me and says, “But you're not a terrorist right?”

“No, but they are great to steal from. So are arms dealers. Easy too, they never suspect a thing.”

Mick smiles at me and says, “This is gonna be fun."

Kendra looks at Rip and says, “So what exactly does one wear to a black market aims bazaar?”

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

Jax looks at Rip, amazed, and says, “You’ve got a room that makes clothes?"

“Doesn't everyone?"

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"All right, first thing we need to do is work up a plan." Ray said, voicing my thoughts.

Snart looked at him, "Got a lot of experience infiltrating criminal gatherings?"  When no-one replied,  he said,  "Didn't think so. We're calling the shots," pointing at Mick and himself.

I scoff as Rip says "Actually, I'm in charge, in case any of you have forgotten."

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

"Do I need to remind any of you that I'm a Time Master? Making discrete 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 he lies." Mick said glaring.

"Neither of you have ever encountered Vandal Savage before. I have, and I'm telling you now, you are making a big mistake."

Ray scoffs "Already did that when we trusted you."

"Back soon, Captain." Mick tells him as the rest of us follow them off of the ship.

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"Looks like they're checking credentials. And we don't have any."

Mick looks at Sara "We got this. Trust us."

"No, I've got this. If you two are gonna boss me around, then at least let me have some fun," I say as I bump into some guy and grab the guys credentials as he grunts and says "Excuse you."

After looking at the ID I hand it to Snart, and he walks up to the bouncer who says, "You don't look like an Ahmad Ahmed Izz-Al-Din."

Snart smirks "I'm Arab. On my mother's side."

Then Stein, who seems to be enjoying himself steps up, "Is there a problem? I don't like delays. 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. Koenig Airport Massacre, 1971. Bottom line? You don't want to doubt me."

Mick looks at the Professor "You're a special kind of crazy. I like it."  I laugh and follow the group.

"We're in."

I hear Jax whine, "why don't I get to play terrorist?" and Snart replies, "This is just a kidnapping no need for your nuclear fireworks."

Then I say "Savage will be one of the buyers once we get eyes on him, hang back." Snart gives me an annoyed look and finishes "we'll boost him once this is all over, any sign of him?"

Mick looks around and says "He's not here boss let's get the professor and move out"

Right after he finishes that sentence a man walks on to the stage and says, "If I could have your attention, thank you all for coming I promise it will be well worth your time"."

I wasn't really paying attention, just looking through the audience when  Stein says, "It seems we were wrong about Savage he's not one of the buyers."

"He's the seller," Sara finishes as I look up.

The man onstage catches my eye, I hadn't seen Savage before, but looking at him now, I feel like I know him.

He starts talking to the crowd "This is a variable-yield nuclear warhead, capable of producing a blast equivalent to one megaton of TNT."

Then the other guy starts talking, but everything he said got drowned out by a ringing in my ears. I looked up at Savage again, and started feeling nauseous.

I stumbled back a few steps and Snart noticed and said, "What's wrong?" just as the rest of the team decided to fire a gun to bid.

"I-I have to go. I need to leave. Now. " I walked out the back of the building,  beyond confused about what was happening. 

I heard gunfire and shouting over my earpiece, then passed out.

So there it is, the fifth chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it,  although no-one reads it.  Feel free to make suggestions and ask questions!