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

40: Saving Salvation

By the time Meg had gotten down from the roof- the Stillwater Gang had left and was out of sight. She stood along in the center of Salvation- as funny as that sounded to her- with Ray, Jonah, and Snart.

The gun in her hand was now unloaded- the double barrels were empty due to her scarily accurate sniper shots- as much as Meg hated herself for having such accuracy.

Ray turns to the redhead, uncertainty in his eyes.

"Meg, you almost killed him!" He exclaimed, taking off his hat to run a hand through his hair. Jonah, who had been watching the whole thing, laughed and patted Margaret's back.

"I fired a warning shot." She shrugged, grabbing her sleeve with an arm, rubbing the thick material gently, "And, keyword: almost."

"He was bleeding. I said not to fire at them." Ray seemed a little ticked off, but Snart and Jonah tried to hold in their small actions of celebration.

"Relax, haircut," Jonah began, "Jeb Stillwater never looked so scared in his life. If anything, she gave us the upper hand." He patted her on the back again, and Snart agreed.

"I never knew she had such accuracy." He pulled out the money he owed Meg, and gave it to her, "Your 150, Red."

Sheepishly, she took the money and tucked it into her boot before taking a glance towards Ray. He knew she had been brainwashed and worked for Savage- which gave her some skills she didn't think she needed... like sniping... and sword fighting.

"This isn't you, Meg." Ray shook his head as he turned to head back to the Waverider, leaving the redhead with a sinking feeling in her gut. She was angry with herself for disappointing Ray, and even more enraged because she liked the way it felt to shoot the gun. Meg didn't know what was going on with her, because before she repulsed by even looking at the gun.

"Then what would you rather happen, have Stillwater walk out of there with your head? It sure did scare him off, Ray." Meg called after him, her lips pursed. Sure- it probably wasn't the right thing to say, but she had a point.

And so did Ray.

He sighed, turning back to face Meg as she walked briskly to catch up to him.

"But he's gonna come back, Meg," He said, "And when he does, what are you going to do then?"

Meg opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't seem to find the right words to say. Usually she was good about that kind of stuff... but not today, and especially not with Ray.

Ray walked back into the Waverider, leaving the redhead with Snart and Jonah.

"What are you gonna do with 150 bucks, Red?" Leonard asked, arms folded. Meg sighed, running a hand through her red hair. Now wasn't the time for Snart to be snarky with her.

"Go to the saloon." She mumbled, tossing him the gun with shaky hands before taking off in the direction of the bar- where they had provoked a fight just a few hours ago. Meg knew she shouldn't be drinking- especially because it severed her narcolepsy when she was under the influence- but she didn't care.

Walking in, a few heads turned to look at her, but Meg ignored the looks. She sat down at the bar, where she rested her head in her hands.

"Drink?" The barmaid asked, wiping down the table in front of Meg with a damp rag. The redhead looked up, and nodded her head slowly towards her.

"Yeah, I'll take a few of your strongest."

She nodded, and poured Meg five or six glasses with vodka looking stuff. She pulled out half of the the 150 dollars, and just laid it on the table in front of her.