Cosmic Strings || Ray Palmer

Marooned

The sound of metal against metal clanked through the room as Mick's knife lodged itself in the wall of the Waverider.

Alex shuffled her cards back and forth before discarding two of them to be replaced. She noted the look on Leonard's face before shifting her gaze back to her hand.

"He's not doing well with being cooped up is he?"

Mick's roar echoed through the chamber, "I was recruited for my ability to burn things and now we're in the one place I can't do that!" He yelled, staring at the blue light around him, "a spaceship!"

Leonard's foot stopped Mick from moving any further, an expectant look crossing his face. Rory disregarded him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Why?" Rory snarled, "You gonna clock me in the head if I don't listen again?"

Leonard moved his leg, Mick stepping over the trio and marching up the stairs, Sara scooting out of the way of the pyromaniac.

"Everything okay with you two?" The assassin asked, a curious look crossing her face.

Leonard's stare remained on his cards, "Peachy."

Alex smirked as she drew several cards from the deck and revealed her hand, "I do believe that is a royal flush and I get my winnings again,"

Sara groaned, "What is that, your third royal flush? You've got to be cheating somehow"

Alex stuck her tongue out at the assassin in a childish manner, "I'm just that good Lance."

Sara bit her lip, staring at the Amazon and contemplating her next remark. Just as she was about to respond, an alarm cut off her words, calling them upstairs.

Sighing reluctantly, the trio abandoned their game of poker and followed Gideon's instructions, Alex's joints popping as she stood up.

Perhaps some action was needed after all.

Apparently she was still stuck heeding the whims of Rip Hunter, who seemed to think that answering a distress call from his former employers was a good idea.

"Doesn't it seem suspicious this distress call just happened to reach us?" Leonard brought up a good point, almost voicing her exact thoughts.

"I'm with Elsa over there," Alex brought up, moving closer to the criminal.

"Ooh an Ice Queen," Leonard remarked, "I'm flattered,"

Alex sent him a sarcastic smile, "Don't get used to it," She turned back to Rip, missing the flickering gaze of Ray Palmer on her and Leonard, "It does seem a bit convenient that the exact information we're needing just happens to send out a distress call near our exact location"

"How do we know it's not a trap?" Sara backed her up, appearing at her side.

Rip looked at the two of them, "We don't, but what we do know is that Savage's trail has gone cold. And unless Gideon can upload the data from Acheon's computer--"

"I'm in" an unlikely support system came in the form of Mick Rory.

Leonard jerked back, "You are?"

Clearly she was not the only one surprised by Mick's show of support.

Rory refused to look Leonard in the eye, "The sooner we end Savage the sooner I get back to where I belong."

"Prison?" Stein offered.

"A Mental Hospital?" Alex spoke up immediately after, garnering a laugh from the pyro.

"Any of those options are better than this one" Rory simply explained, strutting away from the table without any other explanation.