Bab 102: Arrow ~ Shifting Allegiances ~ Part Three
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Dig shook his head, watching crates be loaded into one of the trucks with his binoculars. "If Diaz and the Quadrant ship even of those crates out," Dinah began.
"They'll be arming their syndicates with weapons and tinder for high-tech warfare," Dig finished. "Yeah, I got it."
"The drone is three minutes out," one of Lyla's top A.R.G.U.S. agents told Dig. "It won't circle long."
"OK, folks, we have a window," Dig said, watching everyone else file closer. "Their weapons are equipped with stealth adaptors, making them invisible to ASMs." He looked at Curtis and Mon-El, holding out a set of tags. "You know what to do."
"You guys provide us with cover fire, we'll tag all the trucks by hand so the drones know where to aim," Curtis nodded.
The A.R.G.U.S. agent looked at Dig. "Maybeshould paint the targets?"
Dig gave him an annoyed look, and Mon-El chuckled. "That's cute."
"Olympic decathlon medalist and indestructible alien here," Curtis gestured between himself in Mon-El. "We got this."
"I'll take far end, you take this," Mon-El pointed.
"Copy that," Curtis nodded. Mon-El leapt into the sky, and as everyone else moved into position, Curtis reached out and tapped Evelyn on the shoulder. "Hey," he said, making her look at him. "Watch out, OK?"
Evelyn smiled hesitantly at him. "Are you starting to care?"
Curtis sighed mockingly. "Don't make me regret it."
Evelyn gave him a wide grin before running towards the end of the line, where Mon-El was heading.
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Oliver felt himself be guided by two of Anatoli's men, then he was stopped and the bag was ripped off his head. Oliver squinted to get used to the light, then Anatoli dismissed his men in Russian, looking hard at Oliver. "You say I betray myself working with Diaz," he said. "I think much on this."
"And?" Oliver asked.
"You may be right," Anatoli conceded, then his eyes hardened. "But I realize moment things went wrong: last year when I trusted you to bring me into city. So if I betray myself, Kapiushon, it is because betrayed me first." Oliver swallowed hard, then Diaz opened the doors to the next room. "Diaz is here."
Oliver watched Anatoli step inside, then followed after him, mind racing as he took his words in.
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The roar of the drone overhead made Curtis look up, then he looked down the line to see Mon-El nod at him. He nodded back, then launched his T-sphere at the trucks, watching it fly through windows and distract the armed men guarding the trucks. Mon-El tagged the first truck at his end when they were looking Curtis's way, and when the men rushed towards Mon-El, Curtis started tagging trucks from his end.
The guards were on Mon-El from the get go, but the Daxamite shrugged their bullets off and sighed, bringing his fist up and whamming one of the men coming up on him from behind. "I'll never understand why they think punching works if bullets don't," he shook his head, tagging another truck.
Curtis jumped off of one truck onto another, tagging it next, and Dig shot down the man about to shoot Curtis, Dinah screaming at another one. Mon-El jumped from truck to truck, easily planting his tags, Evelyn switching between using her bow to smack men down and shoot them down. Dinah turned to take down another guard with her staff when the shrill sound of Evelyn's Canary Cry made her wince and turn around. The gunman who had tried sneaking up on her was covering his ears, and Dinah quickly hit him to make him fall down as well. Dinah panted and looked back up at Evelyn, who gave her a quick thumbs up. Dinah returned the gesture, rushing off to find someone new to attack.
"Incoming!" the A.R.G.U.S. agent with them shouted, and Curtis hastily jumped off his truck, Mon-El flying into the air.
Seven of the trucks were blown up by the drone, and Mon-El turned around to look at Curtis as he landed. "One left!"
That truck was hastily peeling out of the lot, and Curtis sighed, shaking his head. "You guys aren't gonna make it any easier, huh?"
Mon-El offered his hand, and Curtis handed the tag to him. The Daxamite flew into the air and atop the truck, planting the tag and quickly taking off again, avoiding the final explosion as the drone shot the truck down.
Evelyn was the first to reach Mon-El, a wide smile on her face, then the others joined in, and Curtis laughed. "Nice shot."
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Oliver was wondering where Diaz was when he suddenly slammed through the doors, a furious look on his face. "Your friends just blew up twelve million dollars in next-gen firepower," he snarled, tossing his phone to Anatoli.
Oliver merely blinked. "Sorry for your loss." Diaz threw a sharp right hook at his face, and Oliver winced, going with the force of the hit so he leaned to the side. He spat blood on the ground, then looked back up at Diaz with the same expression. "Tickles," he deadpanned.
Diaz shook his head condescendingly, pointing at Oliver. "You see this man? Savior of the city." He delivered a gut punch to Oliver's abdomen, and he grunted in pain, leaning over before having to go to one knee to support himself. "It's pathetic."
Oliver simply shook his head, looking up at the drug lord. "I feel like you can do better than that."
Diaz punched him again, and from behind him, Anatoli stepped forward. "Stop it!" he hissed, watching Diaz circle Oliver. "This is pointless. You said you had plan for him, that you needed him alive, no? in Bratva, we have ways of dealing with conflict like this. We fight with We don't . . . " He wrinkled his nose, looking at Oliver on the ground, Diaz returning to stand by him. "Do
"You want me to fight him fairly?" Diaz raised an eyebrow, scoffing. "Life ain't fair."
Anatoli narrowed his eyes. "Every drop of blood you draw from prone man is sign of weakness. weakness."
Diaz slowly turned to look at him, then reached out and put a hand on Anatoli's shoulder. The Russian stood as tall as he could and refused to flinch, not even when Diaz hissed, Anatoli even raised an eyebrow in challenge, and Diaz gritted his teeth, turning around and removing his jacket so his arms were free. "Let's go!"
Anatoli moved forward and crouched in front of Oliver, unlocking the chains for him. "Thank you," he whispered, unraveling the chains from around his wrists.
"I not do this for you," Anatoli shook his head, eyes flicking back up to Diaz.
Oliver sighed, then stood up to face Diaz. "Let's make things interesting," he drawled, eyes flickering with anger. "I put you on the ground, you leave Star City forever. You put me on the ground, I'll do the same." He tilted his head mockingly. "That fair enough for you?"
"Yeah," Oliver nodded, he and Diaz moving into the ring.
"Think you're so tough 'cause you spent five years in hell?" Diaz sneered, throwing a punch; this time, Oliver leaned back to dodge it. "I wasin it!"
Diaz was a good combatant, Oliver would give him that. In another time, maybe it would have been a more even fight. But Oliver had been training with Slade and Malcolm for almost a complete year, and since dating Kara, he had trained with Kryptonians, a Daxamite, a Green Martian, and a Saturnian. He knew more tricks than Diaz could ever know, and it was easy to put him on the mat, arms around his neck. "Yield!" he growled. "Yield, or I'll break your neck!"
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