In 2166, an immortal tyrant named Vandal Savage
conquered the world and murdered my wife and child.
I have assembled an elite team to hunt him throughout time
and stop his rise to power.
Unfortunately, my plan is opposed by the body
I'd sworn my allegiance to, the Time Masters.
In the future, my friends may not be heroes,
but if we succeed,
they will be remembered as legends.
Previously on "Legends of Tomorrow"...
His name is Chronos.
He works for the Council of Time Masters.
Chronos was clearly sent to bring me in.
The Lazarus Pit brought me back,
but it left me with this need to kill.
Sara! Sara, don't!
Up until two months ago, I was a barista,
not some damn winged demigoddess.
Be the person, the woman,
the warrior you were meant to be.
That wasn't so bad, was it?
Walk in the park. So where are we now?
Washington, D.C. The year is 1986.
We've landed at the height of the Cold War
in a world poised for nuclear annihilation.
We've traveled here because I have a new lead
on Vandal Savage's location.
Gideon managed to intercept this telefax concerning
Savage's last known whereabouts.
It's like an email...
Wow, that's totally useless.
Dude, this whole thing's crossed out.
Yeah, redacted by the U.S. Government,
which is why we are here to steal the original file
on Savage back from those who are tracking him.
Uh, that's the...
don't worry. We are cloaked.
You want us to break in to the Pentagon?
It sounds crazy.
What's the plan?
Oh, the Fabricator will fashion you
the necessary Pentagon credentials.
Ooh, and don't forget our G-man disguises.
I always wanted to be a spy.
Now, the file we're after is kept in a secure records room.
In order to gain access, we're going to need to, uh,
borrow a magnetic key card.
Because this is so much easier
than just shrinking down and stealing it.
Let me show you how it's done...
You okay, ma'am?
I wasn't watching where I was going.
Just doing my job.
That's a nifty little trick.
We're trying to save the world and you're lifting wallets?
It's called multitasking.
The records room has closed-circuit cameras.
We need a diversion.
Someone call my name?
Double or nothing says I put this punk on the pinewood.
Yeah, I'll take a piece of that action.
We got the file.
Okay, now for the tricky part.
All personnel are subject to search
upon exiting the Pentagon.
Firestorm will divert the power long enough for you to exit.
Ready when you are.
What did you do, Jefferson?
I warned you about the electromagnetic pulse.
Now you've touched a neutral wire,
causing the power to pass through us.
You mean, "Pass through me."
If you knew anything about alternating current power...
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- Gray? - Yes, Jefferson?
This is a restricted exit.
Sorry, we must have gotten lost.
I'm going to need to see your key card, ma'am.
We have a Code Seven violation.
We have a slight problem.
It's been fun, fellas.
Where is that smoke coming from?
We've got the file.
What the hell does Kendra think she's doing?
All right, wonderful, we've got a demigoddess
who's gone completely berserk.
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Abort. I repeat, abort.
Get back to ship right now.
I meant, "Use the door,"
but while you're at it,
can you help return our winged avenger to her cage?
Instead of dwelling on what went wrong,
let's focus on the positive.
What are you talking about? It was awesome.
In the same way that tsunamis, earthquakes,
and other natural disasters are "Awesome."
We got the file on Savage.
Despite the hiccup with the alarm?
Oh, so it's my fault now?
You know, maybe if you weren't always
yammering away in my head,
I could actually focus.
You have access to 60 years of knowledge and experience.
Why not just take advantage of that?
Because it's my body on the line out there, not yours.
Hey, it's not your fault.
Everything would have been fine if Big Bird over here
hadn't freaked out.
- Excuse me? - Enough.
There is plenty of blame to go around.
Gideon was able to generate a low-end EMP,