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

35: Ironic Team Names

Carefully, she scanned the crowd for a heavily guarded 14 year old boy. Maybe she could snatch the kid herself and remove him from the time line without any... violence. All she needed was an escape route and to make a mirage to hide her.

However, the streets seemed to be filled with the common wealth, people dressed in the same wool as Margaret. A small group of people marched towards her quickly, all surrounding someone like a human shield. Rip was following them from a short distance, and Meg could make out Sara hopping from rooftop to rooftop. Glancing around the square, the redhead spotted Snart taking a detour- his cold gun tucked skillfully into his wooly jacket. Carefully, Meg ducked out of sight and followed Captain Cold down the street.

Perhaps they had a similar plan to Meg's.

Keeping a normal expression, Meg walked a little quicker than her previous pace to catch up to her comrade. She didn't want to seem suspicious, but needed to catch up.

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"Looks like Red decided to join team kidnapping." The redhead smirked at the sound of the criminal's voice, whipping her head in the direction Snart spoke from. She narrowed her eyes at the man.

"Team kidnapping?"

"I wanted to kill the little bastard too, I know." Snart shrugged as he sat casually down on a bench. His free hand patted the spot next to him for Meg to sit, the other keeping his weapon in place. The redhead quirked a brow, and sat reluctantly.

"So what's the plan?" Margaret asked, scanning the crowd for Per Degaton, who was most likely surrounded by at least a dozen body guards.

"Why don't you watch and find out? Rip wants you to bench this one, anyways, Red." Snart explained to the Metahuman, examining the streets with his cold, calculative stare. Meg let out an irritated sigh, leaning her back against the bench. She hated being benched on missions like these.

"Rip is on the other end, huh?" She leaned into Snarts ear, and scoffed when he didn't reply- which only told Meg she was right.

"You put Kendra on the task of getting my memories back, didn't you? So we could defeat Savage?" She hissed into the earpiece Leonard was wearing- only hearing the faint, scolding whisper that was Rip's reply.

"Sara has eyes on Mr. Kid Hitler." Snart said to Meg, "Hold onto your hat, please." Her eyes followed as he got up, her jaw clenched. It was Rip's idea to get her to remember everything- which he probably already knew- so she could aid them even further in saving his family and stop Vandal Savage. Rip probably knew that Meg would react the way she did, and most likely had a plan for that too.

A suppressed gunshot sound came from a rooftop somewhere behind Meg, and once one of the goons guarding the future dictator went down, Rip took his place.

Snart casually walked towards the group, acting like he was having a very deep thought. He then whipped out his cold gun, firing at the front goons, which allowed Rip and another guard to take Per Degaton to safety.

Meg got to her feet. She knew what their plan was. She wanted to help Snart, since there was no way he'd be able to take out four guards with futuristic training on his own.

"Red, I told you to stay put." He said dryly, whacking a guard in the nose and groin with the butt of his cold gun. Meg let her hands be engulfed with swirls of purple light and black shadows, punching a guard in the face with a glowing fist.

"Well it looks like you could use a little help." Meg replied through clenched teeth as she used her elbow to knock a guard in the throat. Snart shot one of them, and veered off to the side as more guards came to attack them.

As she pushed two away with the blast of her powers, Margaret felt the sharp prick of a needle go onto her neck, objecting her with a cold, numbing fluid. Before she could turn around to see who it was, a cold sensation filled her entire body- like the aching tingle of pins and needles one would get when their feet fell asleep.

Immediately her legs gave out, letting the rest of Meg's body crumple to the ground. Her hearing slowly went away, and left the redhead with a ringing in her ears. If Meg's lips weren't frozen, she's certainly scream.

A hand covered her mouth, and something roughly got shoved over her head as black dots fill Meg's blurring vision.

Perhaps these team names were getting a bit too ironic.