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"Okay. You ready?" Ray asked Stein, noticing that the man was turning paler by the second. Callie rolled her eyes, having tied her hair back into a tight ponytail before she raised her bow back from her shoulder.

"Mm-mm." Stein hummed, not sounding convincing in the slightest. Callie knew the man was scared, but she was finding it hard to be sympathetic towards him since she was yet to see the man show anyone else any sympathy.

"Just relax. He's unconscious, remember?" Ray suggested, looking at Callie from the corner of his eye. He wasn't sure he trusted the girl at all, let alone to not shoot Mick on sight after her rabid dog comment. It had also confirmed his thought that Sara and Callie must have gone way more back than they had originally gathered.

"Raymond," Stein asked as he slid the door to the MedBay open. There was a moment of silence as Ray paused at the tone.

"Yeah?"

"If he's unconscious, wouldn't he be here?"

"Oh for god's sake, I'm fed up of this team," Callie muttered, lowering the bow slightly as they stood in the empty room with no sign of Mick in sight.

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"Damn, it's dark." Ray muttered as he led Callie and Stein around the ship in a search for the zombified Mick. Callie was a good few feet behind the men, trying to zone them out as she focused on hearing any sight noise from any direction in the corridors around them. Her bow was clenched tightly in her hand, and she would be lying if she wasn't going to set hell on Sara for leaving her behind when she next saw the girl.

"Even if Mr. Rory wasn't in a zombified state, I doubt he possesses the intelligence to operate a light switch," Stein answered, causing Callie to roll her eyes. She was getting fed up of the man trying to act like he was superior to the majority on the ship, and although she wasn't too keen on Mick herself, he didn't deserve to be spoken about in that manner.

"Well, he probably just destroyed a conduit or something," Ray muttered back as he shone the torch around the bend of the corridor. Callie scoffed, not sure what a conduit was but she knew it certainly wouldn't of been helpful if destroyed.

"Well, that's hardly comforting, Raymond." Stein co-incided with Callie's thought, causing the girl to wonder if she hadn't became a party obsessed trust-fund teen that maybe she would have been smart enough to become something like a scientist instead of an assassin.

Callie cocked her head and turned her back to the men as she heard the scrape of something against the metal floor that the ship was made of. Nocking her arrow, she paused as the two men continued to bicker between each other.

Callie spun around as Ray and Stein screamed, their lights having shone on the diseased Mick. He lunged at Ray, pinning the man to the side of the ship. Callie aimed the bow at the zombie, but she couldn't get a clear shot without hitting Ray or Stein too.

As Ray shoved Mick to the side, Callie dropped the bow to the ground as she tried to kick Mick off of his grip on Stein's foot. She kicked him in the face, momentarily allowing for Stein to rip his foot back from the Zombie's grasp.

"He got me! He's got my foot. Oh, my God. Run, run! Come on. Ah!"

Callie followed behind the two scientists as they managed to get into the kitchen and lock the door behind them. She heaved a breath, feeling slightly bare without the weight of the bow slung over her shoulders or in her hands.

"This is a nightmare. If Mr. Rory's intention is to eat our brains, can you imagine the feast we'll provide him, given our combined intellects?" Stein said, and then almost casting a judgemental look at Callie.

The raven haired girl had had enough of the man and his snarky comments about his intelligence in comparison to the rest of the team.

"I'm sorry, but literally no-one cares how smart you think you are!" She yelled, causing them both to whip round to face her judging as she hadn't really spoke much to them since she had even arrived on the waverider. "Do you think anyone will care how smart you are when they are seconds away from killing you? Do you think the team will look back at all the moments you've put them down for being what you deem as inferior to you? I've gone through so much more shit than you'll ever have to go through Stein, and I'm telling you now that just because in your lifetime the only things that made you successful was being a smart, rich, white man - that doesn't mean it's the only important things about a person!"

She heaved as she finished yelling at him, the man suddenly having regret in his eyes as he realised that he was hurting those around him with his snarky replies to them all the time. Sure, he probably would keep making them, but Callie was just glad she had finally let it out.

He went to reply, but suddenly grabbed on to the table he was leaning on and letting out a moan of pain.

"What is it?" Ray asked, rushing to the man's side and trying to put Callie's comment to the side of his mind for the time-being.

"It's... it's... it's Jefferson!" Stein exclaimed, grabbing on to his chest as he started to feel the extreme emotion in their firestorm bond flare up.

"What's happening to him?" Callie asked, concerned about the only friend she had really made so far on the Waverider. He had been nice to her and had kept her secrets in the brief time she had known him.

"I'm not sure but I-I've never felt him so... So frightened or angry before. I knew I should have gone with him." Stein replied, confused at to what must be happening in 1863 for him to be acting this way.

Callie had the gut feeling she knew exactly why he was probably feeling those emotions, especially in such a time period. She was pretty sure that Stein had a fair idea too but was too afraid to admit it.

"Well, Sara and Nate are still out there. Maybe they can get to him!" Ray tried to soothe the man, but just as he said that the comms in their ears crackled to life.

"Ray, Martin, Callie. I've lost contact with Jax and Amaya. I really could use some help out here!" Sara shouted into the comms, causing all three of them to sigh in desperation.

"I suppose there's your answer. Here's the thing, Sara: we'd love to come help. But my vaccine didn't work, and Mick got turned into one of those things."

"And he's confined us to the galley," Stein continued Ray's sentence. On cue, Mick began growling outside and pounding on the door keeping them from him. Callie banged on it back, even though she knew it would probably aggravate him more than anything else. "Until we can cure him, you guys are on your own."

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"We told Mick that we would save him. Plus, I still have the vaccine. We just have to figure out a way to get it to work." Ray explained to Callie and Stein, the latter jumping as he got a fright from Mick banging and growling against the doors again. "The vaccine wasn't effective when we injected Mick. But if we can aerosolize the serum, and deploy it using something like a... A fire extinguisher, we could deliver the cure as a spray!"

"W-we're not doing anything. But you, on the other hand..." Stein interrupted, waving his hands between Callie and Ray to show that the was expecting them to do all the work in saving Mick, showing he again hadn't really listened to a word Callie had really said before.

"Look, Marty, I know that you're scared. I've been nothing but scared since my suit was destroyed. I've been terrified that I have nothing to offer the team. But you have to get over your fears if we're gonna survive this," Ray told the man, getting annoyed at him being so selfish when the whole team was in danger.

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"I'm in the MedBay," Ray told Callie and Stein through the comms as they waited on him to execute the fire extinguisher plan. He had crawled through the airvents to get there in the hopes of finding Mick.

"Be careful, Raymond. It won't take long for Mr. Rory to figure out where you are."

"Tell me something I don't know," Ray started, but was cut off with a yell as Stein and Callie figured that Mick had already found the scientist.

"We need to do something!" Stein said to Callie as Ray stopped responding to the comms. He turned around to see the girl was nowhere in sight, and that the doors to the kitchen had been opened while he was preoccupied with listening to Ray.

"Raymond? Camilla? Raymond, Camilla, where are you both?" He whispered as he stepped into the corridor with a knife clutched tightly in his hand. "What happened?"

As he walked down the corridor and into the MedBay, he found both Ray and Callie lying on the ground - and instantly he feared the worst for his teammates. He rushed to their sides, checking to make sure that they both had a pulse.

"Oh, no. Don't be dead, Raymond. On the other hand, if you are dead, please stay dead." He muttered as he moved from Callie to Ray. "Oh. Just unconscious, well done. Now, where's that fire extinguisher?" He grabbed the metal cylinder before turning to look around the room, continuing to speak to himself.

"Okay, Martin. Just do what they did... in those zombie movies... that you never had the courage to watch."

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"We've spread the vaccine our friends worked up. The only Confederates you'll have to worry about now are the living ones," Sara smiled at the general, aware of Callie, Stein and Ray now dressed for the time period and talking to the rest of the team only a couple hundred yards away from her.

"I'm obliged. Ah, your man Colonel Sanders, he, uh... tells me you're his captain. In any case, he mentioned something about you having regrets about putting men in harm's way," The general continued, looking her in the eye as he held his hat in his hands.

"I don't think that's something I can ever get used to." Sara admitted, thinking about everything she had been through with the crew.

"You know, by the time I had taken over this division, there had already been three other generals in place before me. They'd all stepped down and given up. But I believe in my men. And I believe in the good that we're doing. Do you? Do you believe in your mission, Captain Lance?"

Sara paused, turning around to look at her team. She watched them all, her eyes lingering for a second longer on the raven-haired girl who flawlessly fit into the period.

"I do."

"Well, then, don't regret making those tough decisions."

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"Callie-"

"Sara-"

The two assassins stared at each other as they both spoke at the same time. Callie paused, allowing for Sara to speak.

"I think it's time we spoke."