Frozen Kitten (Legends Of Tomorrow/ Leonard Snart)

13: White Knight

"We don't exactly have time to go on a man hunt, they will have to worry about themselves. How is it going, Gideon?"

"There is not much more I can do-" Stated Gideon. "Elevation is five thousand, four thousand, three thousand-"

"-When I said bumpy. I meant prepare for crash landing." Grimaced Rip.

Just making it over the woodland areas, the Wave Rider's trajectory headed directly for the dense rocky terrain, slick with snow and sleet.

"No-one grit your teeth, or you'll break them upon impact!" Shouted Clarissa as a warning as the ground neared them.

The ship thundered into the ground head on, causing their own heads to lurch as such impact. The ginger's skull slammed against the metal of the seat, which caused her to grunt as her ears began to ring a shrill and horrific sound. The Waverider continued its warpath through the solid rock, screeching as it desperately attempted to land – the metal indented and fractured as it continued pushing forwards, the friction battling against the ship as gravity tried to prohibit any further movement across the landscape. The cabin was soon ingulfed with a hazy fog mixed with an array of sediment and steam from the pipes that were damaged in the collision, blasting close to Rip's face as he thrust his head back to avoid the sudden invasion. And despite Gideon's best efforts, the Waverider continued pushing on, allowing the metal to scream at such abuse – but thankfully they were in fact slowing down.

"Good news Captain." Chimed Gideon when they finally came to a much needed holt. "Despite our rough landing, the ship is still full operational."

Clarissa watched the sparks fall freely from the ceiling, cocooned in the permeating smoke and fog. The ringing within her ears slowly dulling out.

"Welcome to the USSR, gentlemen." Concluded Rip, almost as if they had not crashed at all.

The feline scoffed but batted off the misogyny with a glare.

With the heavy contraptions finally allowed to be pushed free, Jax, Snart, Clarissa and Ray clicked such braces from place and slumped exhaustedly within their uncomfortable seats. The much needed adrenaline had fallen from their forms, simply letting a sickly wave of nausea to rack their bodies.

"If it was up to me, they would revoke your pilot's license." Snapped the Professor upon entry. He too seemed nauseous and shaken up by such a landing, as he tightly gripped onto the documents within his aged palms.

"They are more than welcome to, seeing as I don't have one." Stated Rip as he rubbed against his temples and leaned forward within his seat, too feeling the impact of such a crash. The time traveller soon noticed the importance of the professor who stood tiredly at the centre console, placing the paperwork down as he stood visibly shaking slightly.

"Did you find anything on Savage from the Pentagon file." Inquired Rip as he peered down at 'Operation Svarog'.

"Please say yes, we aren't exactly fit to go back." Clarissa said, who ran a hand through her mane like hair before finally coming to a questionable stand.

Her stability had not quite returned which had caused her to wobble. However, a secure, warm hand came to her aid as it was placed firmly against her back – making sure she was somewhat steadied before quickly dropping. Snart coughed under his breath and took a step further from her shortly afterwards, causing her cheeks to erupt into a shade of rose.

"It appears our friend has been quite busy since we last saw him."

"Svarog?" Questioned Clarissa upon approaching. The document still remained closed upon the illuminating console.