Stormy outlook
“Where are we now?” Daisy asked Scott. They’d exited the dimension jump flying through a raging thunderstorm.
“Give me a second.” He pulled them up above the clouds. It was pitch dark, middle of the night.
“No signal…” He said, looking at the displays. “No coms, no radar, no GPS… nothing.”
He flicked a few more switches
“Nothing even on the radio?” Daisy asked
“No. dead air all the way around.”
“This can’t be good.”
“That’s the least of our problems.” He said “We need to get away from this storm and set down.
“How is everyone back there?” Scott called back.
“Not too much worse for the wear.” Jemma replied.
“Speak for yourself” Thawne said “You keep flying like this and I’m gonna get airsick… And I’ve been to the moon…”
“Sorry, it’s the storm” Scott added a few hundred more feet to get away from the wind currents.
“How are we looking Fitz?”
The scottsman fiddled with the controls on the Stark Devices.
“Six hours on second machine. Nineteen hours on the first.”
While the rest of the group went to sleep, Daisy stayed with Scott at the controls.
“You should probably get some shut eye as well.” He said.
“Who is going to make sure you stay awake?” she asked.
“Lot like driving, keep moving the controls keeps me alert.”
“That’s not a thing…”
“Tell that to my mum…”
“You’re Mum?”
“She’s from Wales… Get’s bent out of shape when I call her plain old ‘mom’ and it sometimes slips throught”
They flew onwards, the large storm raging below.
“That has to be a tropical storm or something, because we’ve been flying over it for over two hours now.”
“Still nothing on the radio.” Daisy said “And I can’t get a 4g connection or any other sort of link to the internet.”
“With our luck, this place doesn’t have advanced technology.”
“We’re assuming a lot. We’re assuming that Hydra Bobbi wasn’t from that last world.”
“Assumptions are all we got to go on these days. Unless someone can come up with an interdimensional Wikipedia…” Scott said, rubbing his hand over his face.
“You’re tired.” Daisy told him. “You said this thing could be flown by practicly anyone, let me try.”
“…OK fine…” He said, taking his hands off the yoke.
He sat back and closed his eyes.
“I do remember something.” Scott continued “Evil Bobbi was yelling back on Barry’s earth at Jed Clampet and Company when we first encountered her. She said something about the ‘you had one job’ thing being a cliché on ‘many earths’ or most or whatever. Would you talk to someone like that if you’re from the same earth?”
“No unless you’re weird… or crazy.”
“And she does qualify as both.”
“I just hope May and Iris are OK…”
“From what Jas has said, her May is just as much a survivor as ours. And from what Barry told me, his wife isn’t a quitter. I guess we’ll just have to have faith.”
Iris West-Allen awoke with a start. She found herself tied down on a bed. She’d been chloroformed after being dragged through the portal.
“Well, she’s awake”
Iris looked to her side and saw two figures standing to one side. One was Sara Lance, the other she didn’t recognize.
“Hellow again Iris.”
“Sarah? Oh thank god.” Iris cried “get me out of these!”
Sara just stood there. “Now why would I want to do that? It would be against my mistress’ instructions.”
“She’s quite pretty.” The other figure said.
“Oh, that’s right, you two haven’t me yet.” Sarah said “Iris, this is my girlfriend Ava.”
“hi, great… now untie me!”
“If she’s so pretty,” Ava asked “why isn’t she with the others.”
“Because, Mistress wishes she join us.”
“Join you?” Iris asked “Those aren’t disguises, you actually work for that bitch?”
Ava stepped forward and smacked iris.
“You will not speak of Mistress that way!”
Sara grabbed her lover’s arm
“Ava, she’s not ready jet. She has not been shown the justification of serving.”
“Sorry, my love.” Ava said, stepping back.
At this point the lights came on and Iris saw she was wearing the same black uniform as the two.
“Barry will come for me.”
“Iris” Sara said, holding out a helmet like the one she was wearing “Our mistress is counting on it.”