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

31: Google Translate

"So what you're saying she's basically a living Google Translate?" Jax asked, arms folded.

"In simplified terms, you are correct Jefferson." Gideon said, "Margarets abilities allow her to manipulate light and shadows, but also allow her to uncover things, such as invisible ink and translating any written language."

With a blank expression, Meg ran a hand through her hair before scrolling through the list. This was quite new information to her, which was kind of overwhelming.

"Okay- so you want me to find record of Sara Lance in the League of Assassins- preferably around the years 1958-1960. This should be... easy." The redhead cracked her knuckles before continuing.

Meg quickly scrolled through years and years of records- scanning through names and code- names. After a few moments, she found the right one.

Her finger stopped on one name, Ta-er al-Sahfer- which translates into the Canary.

"Found her. The Canary. She joined the League in 1958, fifty years before she initially joined in the first place." She explained.

"Plotting a course to Nanda Parbat now, Captain." Gideon informed. The team headed to their seats, strapping themselves in to prepare for a bumpy ride.

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"Perhaps Jefferson and I should..." Stein trailed off, motioning from his partner to himself. Rip shook his head, looking around cautiously. They were currently sneaking around in Nanda Parbat, which was extremely scary considering assassins were roaming the entire island.

"Extricating Sara from the likes of the League requires stealth. So no Firestorm for the two of you." The captain explained. Ray raised his hand, pointing to the ATOM suit in his pocket.

"And you're out of practice, so no ATOM suit unless absolutely necessary."

Meg fiddled with the prism worn around her neck, clad in the black and grey suit Cisco had made for her. She raised her hand meekly.

"Rip, perhaps I should come with you." Meg offered. She was the quietest one on the team when it came to using her powers and sneaking around. Plus- she'd be able to cloak the two of them with an illusion that would hide them from the assassins. Rip nodded.

"We'll be back soon with Sara." He told the others, "Guard the exit."

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Rip and Margaret stealthily ventured into the base of the deadliest human beings on the planet. Hands shaking with fear, Meg kept a dark mirage around them that hid the pair easily in the dimly lit hallways. Despite her fears, Meg kept the same cold, calculative state on her face as she studied the area around her.

The structure of the building was very old, even for the fifties. That meant that the guards probably knew every square inch of the place. Meg sighed. They needed to hurry, or else there was a growing possibility that they'd be caught. And considering they were at the homeland of the League of Assassins and not of corgi puppies, they'd be killed on the spot.

As they entered a lavish ancient bedroom, Meg exchanged a worried look with Rip. Even though Sara appeared to be sleeping peacefully, that peace probably wasn't in her range of emotions any more. The League trained that out of you when you joined, and Sara had gone through training twice. Who knows what kind of bloodlust was coursing through her veins?