DC Legends of Tomorrow: The Glitch: Glitching To Save Time

Ch 1: French Mistakes

"I look like an idiot." Mick complained, Todd and Snart standing on his right, Stein and Rip on his left. All five men in the accurate musketeer get up of the time period. Stein and Snart in blue, Rip and Mick in brown, and Todd in a striking black.

"I rather like the style of le Mousquetaires de la garde." Martin admitted.

"You would." Mick grunted, the professor might be used to wearing blouses all the time but Mick wasn't and he wanted out of the old timey dress shirt as soon as possible.

"Wouldn't be so bad if we all didn't have to have feathers in our damned hats." Snart complained, as he swatted his clearly defective  ice blue feather out of his eyes for the-he didn't even know what time anymore. The feather having been giving him problems all day long, getting in his eyes and tickling his nose. He'd even tried to freeze it in place with his cold gun back on the ship earlier, but that just made his hat soggy by noon, and now the former villain was not in the mood to deal with it anymore.

Todd chuckled, "You know if you hadn't let Flick pick the floofiest feather to put in it then maybe-"

"Can we concentrate, please?" Rip cut in, really not giving a damn about any of their wardrobe problems. "King Louis XIII is scheduled to meet an untimely end at the hand of Cardinal Richelieu's men at any moment." Rip reminded annoyed that still after a whole year of first recruiting these people, they still couldn't complete a task without monumentally screwing it up. Rip hoped that today would be an exception. That hope unfortunately had started to dwindle.

"Roger that. I have eyes on the King." Ray announced over the coms as he flew into the King's bedroom as small as a fly.

"Whatever you do, do not let him out of your sight." Rip warned him, answering back in reply.

"But if today's when he's supposed to... You know, with the queen, I..." Ray trailed uncomfortable with the idea of watching two people have sex.

"Raymond, without that consummation there will be no Louis coutures, no Sun King, and no golden age of France." Stein reminded him.

"Which means by extension no Madame Curie, no Louis Pasteur." Rip continued as if Ray needed a bit more incentive.

"And Science'll take a pretty big hit." Snart added on as if Ray didn't know how high the stakes were.

"The discoveries that were made may be lost forever never to be seen again." Todd leaned on the edge of the wall in front of them with a sigh. Waiting sure was boring, but unfortunately with Rip right beside them, him and Snart couldn't sneak off to have some fun. Not without a damn good excuse none of which Todd could think of right now.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it, history will be totally screwed," Ray replied, perturbed that half the team was ganging up on him. "But I don't have to be there for the actual... you know, consummation, do I?"

"You might." Todd told him. "Depends on when these assassin's show up."

"Speaking of assassins anyone heard from, Sara? She hasn't checked in, in a while." Snart drawled spinning around on his heel as he heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind them. Snart smirked, nudging Todd to look behind him as well. The smoke hero turned, a single eyebrow raising as they watched two cloaked figures dashing across the grass behind them. Their upper halves were concealed by jet black cloaks, but it was clear from both, the sneakers with the white soles, and the sparkly blue boots, peaking out underneath the draped edge that it was Jax and Clarity.

"Sara..." Rip spoke into his com, "I need to know that the Queen is secure."

"They didn't..." Todd trailed off into a laugh, squinting into the distance.