Time Child

Plans Before Action

  A few things are discussed before the next plan against Savage is set in motion. 

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Sara crossed her arms over her chest as she looked at the holographic picture of the necklace inside a museum display, Rip was standing next to her, his hands flat over the table, he glanced at Sara by the rear of his eyes; when he had started this team of misfits, it had never occurred to him that Sara would be the person he would trust the most, the person he would leave the Waverider if anything ever happened to him, yet here he was, consulting with her the latest plan he had before they decided to take on Savage face to face.

"Seems like a good idea" Sara finally said, she turned her body to face Rip and the Captain pushed himself of the table to look at her. "I mean, we already have Carter's axe" she continued "We could melt the necklace to pour it over the axe, make sure that nothing fails when we finally have the chance to take on Savage"

"So you think it's a plan the rest will follow?"

"Probably not to the T, but I think they'll go along with the basics" shrugged Sara.

"What do you mean basics? This cant fail, Sara"

"I know that" said Sara, rolling her eyes "But you should know by now that things usually don't go as planned, and less of all as you planned"

Rip rolled his eyes but nodded in agreement, he glanced at the hologram, he waved his hand at it and the image vanished, his hand landed over the surface of the table and he leaned against it.

"Well," he cleared his throat "Then I'll share it with the group, fix the details and we'll make it work"

"Of course we will" smiled Sara.

The night before had been a stress reliever, Sara and Jax had returned to the ship almost at five in the morning and everyone seemed to have woken up in a great mood; telling Rip that he had made the right decision in allowing them to go out and have a good night at a club, not that he was ever going to admit to that.

As Sara suggested a few things for Rip's plan, Leonard walked down the hallway, one of his hands inside the pocket of his jeans and the other holding his cold gun, his steps were quick but equally quiet, an ability he had learned after several jobs with his father that could have ended in beatings if he had made any kind of noise. He took a turn, the Waverider buzzing with energy as its different members walked around, talked, laughed or fought, his agile feet took him without much thought towards the workshop.

He stepped into the workshop to find the usual mess, pieces of metal here and there, tools on the floor and the tables, dirty rags with oil stains stashes in different places and Mick with his back to the door, hunched over a table as he worked on something.

Leonard felt the tension in his shoulder settle in as he started to walk into the room, although they had had a small chat at the bar, the Rogue leader knew there was still a bit of tension between them, after all Mick had become incredibly protective over Greta and the newbie had told Mick about the glass to the face and Mick had been infuriated with his friend.

Still Leonard walked towards the table where his friend was hunched and working, he swayed around the table and leaned his hip against it, his hand still inside the pocket and looking down at the object that Mick was fixing.

"Snart" said Mick without looking up, he didn't even have to look up to know that it was Leonard the one looking down at him.

"Mick" said Leonard, the usual ring of his voice had a lower tone than normal but Mick didn't seemed bother by it.