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

"Why is London shooting at us?" Meg asked, gripping onto the back of a chair as the team soared high above East London.

"That's not London- it's Savage's forces. What's left of London are a few refugee camps. Like the rest of the world- everything is mostly obliterated." Rip explained.

Looking out the window of the Waverider, Meg could see Vandal's men in tiny ships shooting at them. Her anger boiled at what he did- with no remorse. This was the last chance they had at stopping him and saving Rip's family.

"Well... Can we find somewhere safe?" Jax asked, folding his arms.

"That might be impossible." Mick grumbled, his hand on his heat gun- as usual, "There's barely anywhere in the world that's safe anymore."

"I'll land us in the outskirts of town- one of the quieter places." Gideon piped up.

"How long until-"

"Until Jonas and Miranda die? Three days. In that time, we can stop Savage and save them." Rip informed his team.

"You said targeting Savage at the height of his power was a bad thing." Stein said, "So why now?"

Rip turned to face the group, "That was when we could follow him throughout history. Now? It's our only choice- we don't have enough time to blindly search for him when we know he's gonna be here."

"Then perhaps some deliberation-"

"There's no time for that, Martin." Rip interrupted Stein.

"According to Gideon, Savage will be out in the open tonight.... Vulnerable." Mick said, a keen smile on his face, "I say we strike."

"Which would require the services of?" Meg asked quirking a brow. She was thirsty for a shot at killing her father- once and for all.

"A killer, klepto, and pyro." Snart answered, lifting his cold gun onto his shoulder, "Sorry Red, you can sit this one out, maybe get a massage. You look a little... Tense."

Meg rolled her eyes at his sarcastic reply, thinking back to her sobbing state just a few hours ago. What she could kill for a time machine of her own and a long nap.

They headed out, including Jax to man the jump ship. Margaret strolled over to the screen, typing a few things to get some surveillance on her four friends trying to capture Savage.

"Meg- anything?" Kendra asked glancing over the redhead's shoulder. Meg shrugged her shoulders as she ran a hand through her hair- turning away from the screen.

"Besides a god awful speech from my tyrant father? No." The Metahuman spat bitterly taking a seat. Her head flopped into her hands as she tightly closed her eyes- using the last few moments she had with Kyle to calm her down- when he was happy and proud of her.

"I know you miss your brother, especially after you just saw him again.... But don't let those emotions distract you." Kendra said. She fiddled with the ring around her finger, trying to cheer Meg up. The Forensic Anthropologist glanced at the ring, anger bubbling in her stomach like boiling water.

"That is not what is distracting me." Margaret grumbled," Kyle isn't a distraction. He's motivation."

"Sorry for-"

"I don't need this from you." The redhead suddenly snapped at Kendra, her hands heating up with blinding swirls of light. Clenching her hands into fists, she looked down at them, angry at herself for snapping.

A frustrated sigh slowly escaped Meg's lips as she stormed out of the main deck. Sparks of light escaped from her fingertips, bouncing off the walls and fading into nothingness- but were kept well hidden into her pockets where her hands hid.