Glitching to Fix Time {Poor Execution, Rewrite occurring in diff book}

Ch 8: Rip the mission highjacker

"Oh, it's just the ship your missing hm?" Clarity tilted her head.

"Perhaps I've missed all of you as well." Rip admitted as he sipped his drink. "Some more so than others."

"We'd love to reminisce with you, but your Time Bureau's on our tail." Sara crossed her arms refusing the offered drink Clarity tried to take it but Sara gave her a look. Alcohol was the last thing her body needed with no sleep and running on coffee fumes.

"Like a bear chasing us innocent little fish in the river who doesn't realize there are bigger fish in the sea." Clarity sat on the circle table.

"Makes us slow to help you out." Mick took the entire bottle of whiskey on the table.

"I'll get down to it, then. When I permitted the Legends to keep the Waverider..." Rip began only to be cut off by

"Nobody permits us to do anything." Nate protested arms crossed.

"Least of all you. We have a Captain already, we don't need a director. We're not under time bureau jurisdiction." Clarity denied. "Nor do we need to be."

"I had an ulterior motive." Rip pushed on doing his best to ignore their comments all together. He hadn't been that bad a captain and he was a damn good director.

"Why does that not surprise me?" Sara asked him.

"Wait is this about that secret project you've been working on in your office? About the thing giving Jonas nightmares that you insist isn't real but I can tell from the look in your eye that it is."

"Indeed, Clarity." Rip confirmed. "For the last five years, I've been chasing a phantom. A name whispered across time and in every language. Mallus."

"The Phantom Mollusk? An evil shellfish?" Nate asked in confusion.

"That explains water witches powers." Clarity nodded in agreement. "What are we going to run into next someone who can turn their skin to Pearl? Oh, maybe even someone who controls sand?"

Jonas snickered from where he played his game.

"Oi, think that's funny do you?" Rip challenged his son.

Jonas just grinned in reply peaking out from behind his game. Rip sighed tiredly, "Mall-us." He repeated the name annunciating it more clearly.

"Seriously? That's how it's pronounced?" Clarity raised a brow. "Is he a demonic ghost or a shopping mall for the family?"

"Do not joke, Clarity. Mallus is an evil so ancient and powerful that the Time Masters dared not speak his name."

"I can see why." Clarity replied. "That's not an intimidating name. No wonder he went the Voldemort route. Just say his name and he loses all his power, like rumplestilskin."

Rip hung his head for a moment. God this team was exhausting. How did he used to get anything done. He lifted his head pressing on. "Now, I believe that he is recruiting allies from throughout time to his cause."

"His cause is what? Causing anachronisms? Why is he bored wherever he's trapped?" Clarity wondered. "Does he want some entertainment?"

"Admittedly, I don't entirely know." Rip replied.

"Rubbish Sherlock." Jonas chimed, and Rip shot his son a look.

"That's enough out of you. The adults are talking, either sit there quietly or go somewhere else. I'm getting interrupted enough as it is." Rip looked at his son sternly. Jonas rolled his eyes, getting up from the floor taking his ds's walking off to find another outlet to charge them from.