3rd Person POV
"And we've arrived." Rip says, landing the waverider in a meadow area. "Gideon, if you wouldn't mind camouflaging us as an alpine meadow, perhaps?"
Rory holds his head in pain.
"What are you complaining about now? It's not like we time-jumped." Snart says.
"I hate flying, especially in... whatever this thing is." Rory says.
"Where exactly are we?" Carter asks
"We're still in 1975, right?" Kendra asks.
"Indeed. October 1975 on the fjords of northern Norway." Rip says.
"Sounds like a vacation." Snart says.
"Which we can take as soon as the threat of Savage has been neutralized, Mr. Snart." Rip says. Rip grabs a notebook.
"That's Aldus's notebook." Carter says.
"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 says.
"Can't we just go back and save Aldus?" Kendra asks.
"He was our son." Carter says.
"Look, I'm sorry. We can't go back and change events in which we participated." Rip says. "Time would fold in on itself, creating a temporal vortex."
"Which sounds way cooler than it is." Ray says.
"Forgetting physics for a second, shouldn't we figure out what Savage is doing in Norway?" Sara asks.
"According to Gideon, there is a large meeting of terrorists and fringe groups looking to buy illegal arms." Rip says.
"Now that sounds like a vacation." Rory says.
"Arms dealers and terrorists aren't exactly our kind of people, but they're the next best thing." Snart says, looking at Sara.
"Well, looks like you and your lapdog get to earn your keep." Carter says.
"I'm no one's lapdog, bird-man." Rory shoots back.
"So what exactly does one wear to a black market arms bazaar, anyway?" Kendra asks.
"The Waverider has a fabrication room which can fashion temporally-indigenous, uh, fashion." Rip says.
"You've got a room that makes clothing?" Jax asks.
"Doesn't everyone?" Rip asks, walking out.
***
Ray, Snart, Rory, and Brooklyn walk with Rip down the hall.
"All right, first thing we need to do is work up a plan." Ray says.
"Got a lot of experience infiltrating criminal gatherings? Didn't think so. I'm calling the shots." Snart says.
"Actually, I'm in charge, in case any of you have forgotten." Rip says, walking in front of Snart and Ray.
"No, I remember. I just don't care." Snart says.
"Do I need to remind any of you that I'm a Time Master?" Rip asks. "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 be lies." Rory says.
"None of you have ever encountered Vandal Savage before. I have, and I'm telling you now, you are making a big mistake." Rip says.
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Brooklyn Archer //Book One// - Legends of Tomorrow - COMPLETED
Fanfiction19 year old Brooklyn is in for a wild ride when time-master Rip Hunter recruits her to save the future. I DO NOT own Legends of Tomorrow, I only own Brooklyn and her story.
