| Code Name: Shadow | (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

27: Rescued

Eyes slowly opening, Meg groaned at the brightness of the fluorescent lights, causing her sore head to ache even further. An agonizing pain filled her left arm, traveling from her fingertips to her elbow. The arm was useless, bound tightly to her side.

Goosebumps traveled up and down her skin from the cold area around her, reminding her of her time in the Gulag. Meg's squinted eyes searched desperately around her, trying to guess where she was.

The medical tools scattered around and hospital equipment made Meg think of a science lab, and the screeching of hawk mutants in the background only clarified her thoughts as she recalled the events that had caused her to end up here.

Fearfully, Meg tugged at the leather straps that were tight around her arms and legs. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes- but she did her best to keep them from spilling.

There was no need to show Vandal Savage what he already knew- that Meg was utterly terrified.

She didn't know what he was going to do with her, because each scenario she played out in her head was not good. Was she going to be tortured? Killed? Turned into a Hawk Mutant? Turned brain-dead? Brainwashed? Each thought made the redhead sick to her stomach.

The room started to sway around her as the fear built up in her gut. If she didn't have the cuff around her wrist (thankfully hidden by her cardigan), she would certainly have a sleeping spell. So, Meg did what she did best to keep herself calm: the art of deduction.

Meg studied the room, where she door was, where the small, tinted windows were located. She even tried to calculate the cubic feet of the room. All of those numbers and deductions in her head would help if she was able to escape, and kept her mind off of the inevitable.

Well... unless she could break out, or the team came to save her.

Closing her eyes, Meg tried to burn off the restraints using her powers, but nothing seemed to happen when let the light slowly travel through her body.

"You won't be able to use your lame powers to get through these restraints. I've engineered them to resist all sorts of magic and strength. These can hold my hawk-mutants down perfectly." Vandal's icy voice filled the room, the sound of his quiet footsteps got closer and closer behind the redhead.

Meg turned her head to face the tyrant, doing her best to ignore she stabbing sensations that filled her arm with each breath and heartbeat. Her hand was bloodied, bruised, and misshapen from the meat tenderizer that banged against her skin.

"Worth a try." Meg muttered, rolling her eyes at the villain. He sneered at her raspy response, his eyes running over the bruises that covered her neck in the shape of his hands.

"Persistent. I always love watching those ones... suffer." Savage said coldly, taking a few steps closer to her. He carried a vial filled with a glowing liquid, similar to the blue glowing of the rock Betty described in the police report.

"I'm not becoming one of your hawk mutants." Meg snapped, her voice almost as cold as Savage's was.

"Who said you had a choice?" An amused laugh escaped Savage's mouth. It sounded insane, which caused the hair on the back of Meg's neck to stand on its end. He came closer, bringing the syringe closer and closer to her neck. Feeling her heartbeat pound in her ears, Meg's adrenaline slowly spiked.