MONSTROUS.
011. | ❛ jelly beans. ❜
The trigger from Leonard's gun was pulled exhaling a cold gush of ice, freezing one of the three beers that was positioned for targeting. Crystal let go of the trigger, and for it being her first time shooting it wasn't a terrible shot. Leonard once taught her how to shoot it, in an attempt to get closer to her and of course she couldn't resist. However she passed it to Ray, who was now the one that was manning it. A tool that would give Ray more of a reason to be a hero and a reason for Mick to gain a partner, yet Crystal couldn't help but feel somber seeing another man taking on Leonard's gun.
"Easy, point and shoot." Crystal passed it along to Ray while she leaned against a truck filled of equipment with Mick alongside her doing the same.
"You're up and try not to get bested by a woman, Haircut."
"You can't expect me to beat Crystal, she dated Leonard who probably showed her a couple of tricks on this gun." Ray said.
"And she can hear you all the better, so you better get a move on it." Crystal sasses back with Ray placing Leonard's googles on his eyes, having a small jab at Crystal.
"All right, point and shoot." Ray pointed and shot at the beers ultimately shattering them causing a upset Mick to respond, "You killed my beers."
"Come on, the trigger's really sensitive, and these goggles make everything look blue." Ray tried finding excuses as to why he wasn't getting it, the goggles were almost about to hit the ground until Crystal swooped and saved them, holding them to her heart.
"I've never had a problem with his goggles. Perhaps you have to admit that you need more time to handle the gun." Crystal walked past Ray and joining Mick's side once again watching as to what Ray was doing.
"You know, it'd be really easy for me to improve this whole setup by just iterating the power source."
"There's nothing wrong with the gun." The two said in unison scaring Ray a bit but Mick soon eased his nerves.
"You've just gotta be cool. Like Snart." But no one could be cool like Leonard, no one could replace him and that's what Mick was enforcing on Ray. To be a copy of his old partner, of her lost love.
"Yeah, I can be cool." Ray tried walking relaxed and leaned against the doorway and sighed, coming off as a douche. It was clearly noticeable by the two of them, instantly bringing their eyebrows to raise.
"What are you doing?" Crystal asked.
"Trying to be cool." Ray replied instantly breaking the cool mood that he was trying so hard at.
"Maybe this was a bad idea." Mick announced to Crystal, who didn't agree or disagree. No one got to be a hero or a villain in just one shot.
"You know, this may shock you, but I was considered extremely cool when I left my cushy six-figure Silicon Valley job and started my own tech company. Ladies were lining up."
"Listen, Haircut, if you want to fit into Snart's shoes, you gotta find the pain, the darkness, the anger. You got it in you?" Mick asked in a harsh tone, ultimately bringing the nasty part of Ray out.
"Call me Haircut again and I'll ice you."
"Not bad." Mick smirked and though it made Crystal happy to see Mick smile for a bit, she had her semi empty, broken, and dead heart drop into her stomach yet putting on her smile even if it was a fake one. She couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of hope that Ray would live up to Mick's expectations while not losing a part of himself in the process.
[•]
"Where's it coming from?" Crystal asked looking down at the screen which presented information for their next mission.
"Washington D.C., December 7, 1987. 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue." Nate listed the coordinates to a very special place to America.
"So?" Mick shrugged.
"Dude, that's the White House." Jax told him but Mick still not getting the meaning behind it.
"So what?"
"December 7th was the day before Reagan and Gorbachev signed the INF Treaty, reducing both countries' nuclear arsenals and paving the way for the end of the Cold War." Martin told the team, who was surprised that he knew so much about the date.
"How do you know all that?" Ray asked.
"Because I was in the capital for that very summit. The Reagan Administration would call upon the top nuclear physicists to act as technical advisors."
"You think someone might have traveled back in time to stop the treaty from being signed?" Ray asked.
"That, or worse. Think about it, Reagan and Gorbachev under the same roof at one of the most volatile moments in history?" Nate brought the historic facts back into this, proving that a time traveler was definitely involved with this.
"The JSA has a training academy in D.C. I could reach out to the current membership, see if they have any intel or resources we could use." Amaya brought up as a good idea to have the JSA on by their side again.
"Good idea, but you shouldn't go alone. 1987 is a long way from 1942, and it's dangerous to know too much about the future." Sara told her much to Amaya's disapproval.
"I can handle myself."
"I'll go with her." Nate said casually winking at her after.
"Great, you two reach out to the JSA while the rest of us break into the most secure residence in the country." Crystal clapped her hands together and smiled before walking to the wardrobe.
"And how exactly do we do that?"
[•]
"Welcome to the White House. This is Cross Hall, a magnificent space that connects the State Dining Room with the East Room." The tour guide announced as the group was scattered around the large group.
"All right, fan out, stay on the coms, and report if anything seems out of place." Sara said as the group departed into their own separate groups, removing their tags from around their necks and fanning out into the rest of the White House.
Sara remained with the tour group as Ray, Mick, and Crystal went together and Martin an Jax paired up. Crystal wandered along with the two observing a bucket list moment she always wanted to do, all she needed was to meet the president and she could die peacefully.
The three turned the corner coming across a picture of Ronald Reagan, and a case that contained red, blue, and white jelly beans.
"Those are jelly beans." Ray pointed out to them, instantly going towards them.
"I can see that." Crystal said, not really surprised by a jar that contained sweets.
"President Reagan's jelly beans." Ray kept the excitement in his eyes and voice, like a little kid in a candy shop.
"So what? Eat 'em." Mick said.
"What? I'm pretty sure that's against the rules." Ray said quickly looking to Crystal, seeking for approval for his captain.
"We don't follow rules, remember?" Crystal said as she quickly uncapped the jar as Ray quickly took and walked away.
Ray popped some of them into his mouth and smiling proudly, "Reagan wasn't even one of my top three favorite presidents."
"You had a favorite president?" Crystal asked, not even thinking of a good president that America had.
"Want some?" Ray offered both of his teammates which agreed and stuffed them into their mouths. But Crystal could hear a voice that sounded all to familiar as well did her other teammates as they saw who was walking down the hallway. Both of Ray and Crystal's eyes widen as they scurried to hide themselves from a threat that knew them well.
"Oh, it'll take some massaging, but I believe we can get the Soviets to agree to eliminating all nuclear ground-launched, ballistic, and cruise missiles. I'll even make them believe it was their idea."
"I don't know what we'd do without you, Mr. Darhk."
"Oh, you'd manage, but winning is always better." Darhk said as he turned into another hallway and the three came out of their hiding spot.
"I think we found our aberration." Ray stated with Crystal quickly alerting Sara, and not thinking that it would be a bad idea.
"Damien Darhk is here." Crystal announced over the comms. "Sara, don't do anything rash." She said to her co captain but as a friend, knowing how Sara wanted revenge for her sister but it wasn't the twin for it yet.
"Sara? Sara, are you lis..." Crystal kept talking until she was cut off from her comms, giving a clear stare to Ray who knew exactly what they needed to do.