| Code Name: Shadow | (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

"So you want us to go in there, pretending to be terrorists, and find Savage before he buys the nuclear weapon?" Ray asked, looking wearily from Rip to the computer, who had come up with a crazy plan.

"I'm sorry, but this guy folds his socks. It's hard to see him as a terrorist." Meg pointed to Ray, shrugging her shoulders.

"Which is why he will be hidden in Stein's pocket." Rip said.

"I can be mean if I wanted to." Ray defended, "I just choose not to."

"Who's gonna take the final blow?" Snart asked, fiddling with his cold gun.

"It has to be either Kendra or Carter." Rip said. Meg mentally went over her own plan. She had to absorb all of the lights from the facility, and cast one giant shadow over the place. How could she do that when last time she used her powers she blacked out?

"Terrorist? I can be a terrorist." Sara folded her arms, giving the group that smirk of hers.

"You might have to teach me." Meg wearily ran hand through her hair, heaving a sigh.

"Does everyone understand the plan?" Rip asked, feeling as is he had gone over it quite enough.

"Yes." Kendra said.

The group went to exit the ship, but Mick put up a hand.

"We can't go in there with her looking like she's spending a day with Martha Stuart." He grumbled, nodding his head at Margaret. The red head looked down at her blue jeans and simple jacket.

"He's right.. Too naive. Come here, I've got the perfect outfit for you." Sara grabbed Meg by the wrist and lead her down the hall and into a room.

"How do we even get in?" She asked, doubting herself. Meg didn't think she could pull off the whole badass terrorist thing. Sure, she was good at keeping her mouth shut... but what if she blacked out or fell asleep? What would she do then?

"Don't worry, we got it covered, Meg. Just worry about Savage and your powers." Sara reassured her, handing Meg a bundle of clothes. She took them, looking for somewhere to change.

"Don't be shy. I don't bite.... Maybe." Sara folded her arms, teasing Meg. The red head turned around slowly, and began to change.

Sara gave her black leather pants, a grey t-shirt, a leather jacket, and a pair of combat boots to match. Meg pulled her shirt over her head, slipping her arms through the grey one Sara lent to her.

"Those scars on your back- you don't get those from being a Forensic Anthropologist." The blonde remarked, noticing the scars that trailed up and down Meg's pale back. The red head, now fully changed, remembered the white and pink scars along her back and shoulder blades. She tied her hair into a ponytail, and sighed.

"We should get going. The auction starts soon." Meg bit her lip and quietly headed back, closing her eyes. She didn't remember how she got those scars... she woke up from a blackout one day covered in blood and slashes, as if she'd been whipped.

"Yeah... Let's go." Sara said slowly, giving Meg a suspicious look. Looking down at her feet, Meg shoved her hands deep into the pockets of Sara's leather jacket. Her hand poked what she would assume is a knife. Well, that is Sara for you. Maybe it could come in handy.

By the time Sara and Margaret got back to the rest of the team, everyone was ready to go. Mick smiled, and clapped his hands together.

"Now that's a terrorist outfit." He grinned. Meg rolled her eyes, and did a sarcastic spin for the group.

"Really? I'm getting some Grease "You're the One That I Want" vibes." Ray said as he slipped the helmet to his ATOM suit on. Meg's lips cracked a real smile at that.