Flying trough the air
''Hey''
‘’What took you so long’’
‘’Well hello to you too’’
Moving to the side of the door Tim gently dropped the duffle bag as three new people entered the room.Cassie Sandsmark had been the one to knock being in the front she entered the lavender room first. She was wearing a multi color minidress with a matching head scarf, orange round earrings, and white crinkle boots to match her white carry on bag. Once she entered the others followed after her. Bart Allen rushed into the room to get the only arm chair in the room to his dismay Cassie had beaten him to it. Deciding to be a gentleman and not because of the glare Cassie sent his way he chose to sit on the window seat.
Bart was wearing light blue jeans with a dark blue belt with gold in the middle.He had paired it with the same color shoes and flannel. Underneath the flannel he had on a horizontal striped shirt. Kon-el entered the room last, carrying what Tim assumed was his bag and Bart’s. Kon was wearing a yellow dress shirt underneath a brown vest that matched the brown pants,shoes and belt. The most eye-catching part of his outfit wasn't the yellow shirt but the blue pattern ascot that he wore.In all honesty it made him look like a multiverse counterpart of Fred Jones.
Now that all the gang was there it was time to get down to business.
Once the door was closed and the curtains drawn they started to talk. ‘’So, got any idea how the fuck we got here?’’ asked Cassie with her arms crossed as she slumped into the armchair. ‘’No, I just remember I was in my room at my apartment in Gotham.I had just finished patrol and had been working on finishing some case reports when I decided to take a nap.Last time I follow any of your advice.If I had just ignored you I would still be in Gotham getting ready for a very important meeting.’’ said Tim glaring at everyone from his stop in the edge of the bed.
‘’Maybe this a sign of the universe that you should take breaks more frequently so this doesn't happen’’ Kon said with a shrug. ‘’That makes no sense’’ said Tim. ‘’Can we focus please?’’ said Bart, surprising everyone. ‘’ Look I love the style of this era but I hear not so good things about everything else. There was this old lady that I sometimes stopped to listen to back in the future and she would tell me stories. ‘’ he explained when he got questioning looks form all three.
‘’Okay, yes Bart is right. While you guys where god knows where I figured out where not just back in time but in a completely different universe.’’ Tim said. ‘’I think it was pretty obvious that we were back in time but what makes you think where in an alternative universe?’’ asked Kon, leaning on the headboard of the bed. ‘’Didn't you look through your bag and see the passports? ‘’ asked Tim.
After a few moments of silence and avoiding making eye contact with Tim, he sighed ‘’You didn't look did you’’ . ‘’Look in my defense I was more preoccupied in getting some clothes that weren't my pajamas’’ said Cassie with her hands as if to surrender. ‘’Okay fine. Well if I am correct which I probably am. We all have more than one passport with our faces on it and one or two are from the USSR. Which I remind you was only from 1922 to 1991.’’ explained Tim.
‘’So how do we get back?’’ asked Bart, bouncing his left leg.
That was exactly what Tim had been trying to figure out. ‘’I need a phone or a computer’’ he whispered mostly to himself. ‘’And where the hell are we gonna find one of those in freaking 1960?’’ asked Kon. ‘’First of all there were some computers in the 1960s and two it’s 1973’’ said Tim as he got up and began pacing the room.
Think..Think repeated Tim in his mind. If this was a hotel/lodge then there was a front desk with computers but that could be too risky. What about a security room easier to sneak into. As he weighed his options he decided the security it was. ‘’Okay I have a plan. Bart find the security room then come back here.’’ As he said, Bart in a flash ran around the hotel until he found the room coming back just in time to hear the rest of the plan.’’Okay now let's grab our bag and follow back to the security room. Remember to be discrete’’ said Tim.
Leaving for the first time the room Tim didn't know what to expect luckley it looked to be just a standard hotel hallway. Taking the elevator they were stuck with two other people they didn't know. After an awkward elevator ride they step off at the lobby. The lobby was decorated with a crystal chandelier that hung just by the entrance of the lodge. There was a waiting area just as you stepped out of the elevator. To the right there seems to be some kind of buffet. Moving down to the right they tried to blend in with the crowd of hungry morning people. Looking around and declaring the coast clear, they swiftly made their way to the control room.
Tim and Bart would be inside while Kon and Cassie kept a look out for anyone coming their way. The door had been locked but with a little brute force from Cassie's wrist it opened with no problem. Kon had used his x-ray vision to determine if there was anyone inside. There seemed to be two securities but once the door had been open they didn't get any time to react as Bart whisked them away and came back with their radios in hand.Once inside Tim got to work. Hacking into one of the computers he was able to create some sort of world wide reroute search engine.
Typing in some keywords into search like portal maker he got a hit.Clicking on the folder it seemed to be a US government funded project titled ‘Marvel’. The project seemed to focus on interdimensional travel; it seemed that the project had been started in the 1960s by a scientist of the name Dr.Reed Richards but had been passed on to Bolivar Trask after what seemed to be a few fights in the court of law.The deceived by the looks of the sketches included seemed to be some sort of gun with a blue power generator in the middle. That's what must make the portal Tim taught as he keeped on reading. The device was being stored in a high security vault in Washington D.C . Now with that information he could look at something else that had been on the back of his mind. Typing up his name or well the name that was on his Russian Passport he clicked on linked with Sokolov name on it. It had everything that the passport had told him so he moved on to the notes section.
It read:
~Sokolov is believed to be an ex member of the KGB. This individual is highly wanted by the US government in relation to the murder of high value individuals.
~He is believed to be a mutant (but not conformed) as the witnesses that we had been able to interview have stated that he can appear out of nowhere and is described by
those that have fought him and where let live to be as one puts it ‘’Vorona Drakuly’’~Dracula's Crow.
Exiting out of his folder Tim taught with a sly smile ‘shit Im kinda a badass in this world’. Turning around to where Bart had been standing reorganizing radios and other junk that were on the shelfs he got up and opened the door they had decided to close. ‘’Have you found anything?’’ asked Kon who was leaning against the wall. ‘’Yeah, I just want to check one more thing. Hey Cassie can you help me look for the passports in our bags.’’ asked Tim crouching down to where Cassie was sitting on the floor with the bags stacked on top of each other. Helping him Cassie searched her bag once she passed Kon his bag to help them. Once all the passports were out Tim started to look in each of them to find the ones that none of his friends had any discagues on. Cassie’s winning passport was blue and was from Greece,Kon’s surprisingly was from America and Bart’s was from Turkey equally surprising. Tim took the three other passports while Kon and Cassie put the rest back. Starting with Cassie she looked exactly like herself except for the shorter hair style. The passport told him that her name was Louise Oizy born on 1/28/1954 in Corfu,Greece.
Her notes said:
~Our sources say Oizy is highly trained in hand to hand combat which was amplified by her time in the Hellenic Air Force.
~Is a mutant from what we have found she has super strength,enhanced speed and invulnerability.
~The Greeks have dubbed her ‘O gónos tou Dia’ ~The spawn of Zeus
~Our spies say she is connected with some of our fighter jets and other valve equipment going missing. Went rogue after a mission and is connected with the death of Circe
Drakos (chief of military)(see doc.190 of Greek Personal)
Before he could continue reading there was a bang on the door ‘’Someone is coming’’ announced Kon. Quickly replicating one of the computer viruses he had learned from Barbara he was able to wipe his programing.Closing the metal green door of the security room the group made their way to the lobby. There seemed to be more people up and going than before their excursion making it easier to blend in as they exited the hotel. ‘’We're going to Washington and in the traditional way’’ said Tim adding the last part before his friends decided to fly up to the sky or run to get there.
After taking a taxi to the Pulkovo Airport, the closest to the hotel in St.Petersburg, they entered the terminal and made their way to one of the ticket desks. ‘’Now remember to use any of your other passports except the american,turkey and greek one . Okay, lets go’’ stated Tim making his way up to the counter. ‘’Hello,how can I help?’’ the lady behind the counter asked with a thick Russian accent. ‘’Yes,I want to purchase four tickets to Washington,D.C’’ replied Tim, implementing a french paratian accent. After a nod and a few clicks and a quick exchange the group got all one ticket and made their way to the check-in area. Thankfully for some magical reason it had appeared that their flight would be leaving in a few minutes making Tim have foolish hope that they could get back before dinner time.
At the security checkpoint a bearded looking guy that was checking Tim’s fake french passport continued to go back and forth between him and his photo. ‘’Ah, pourquoi moi. Is there a problem Officer.’’ Tim asked knitting his eyebrows to look more confused and innocent. ‘’Mh..No’’ said Peter, how’s name Tim had time to read as he took his sweet, sweet time coming up with an answer. With a nod Tim snatched his passport out his grubby little hands because he felt like being petty with this man for all his inconveniences. Tim joined Cassie and Bart by some seat and waited for Kon. Tim turned his head up to the ceiling and started to trace imperfections on the white clay when he heard the screeching sound of Kon’s british accent. ‘’Yeah , you know I'm going to see the family. How about you do you have any family in America?’’ said Kon leaning on his two elbows that were plaster on the counter. Bart was fighting the urge to laugh only letting a few giggles escape his tight zipped lips. To Bart's right Cassie was watching in amusement as Kon went on and one about his fictional family.
Finally just got to the part about his ‘aunt Gilda stealing a car to run her husband over with ‘, Peter the security guy handed Kon his passport just in time as their plane had just called to board. Once aboard the gang sat in the economy side of the plane(much to Cassie’s dismay)Tim sat next to Kon on the window seat as Cassie and Bart sat on the two seats in front of them. ‘’If Alfred had heard that attempt of a British accent he would have your head for disgracing the queen's language ‘’ commented Tim as the plane started to take off. ‘’Alfred loves me he would never…never mind he totally would. But at least Miss.Sheally my high school drama teacher would be proud of me for trying something different,abstract .’’ responded Kon in a dramatic fashion. ‘’Of course you were a theater kid’’ said Tim rolling his eyes.
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