Capítulo 9: Arrow ~ Fallout ~ Part One
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At the waterfront docks in Star City, one man particularly close to the water suddenly grunted in pain, falling to the ground with an arrow in his chest. The other four men on the dock approached the water, firing down into it.
A moment later, all four were shot with arrows, and the leader of the Star City vigilantes propelled out of the water and landed on the dock, firing at the three remaining. He took a look around before shaking his head. "I'm on site," Oliver said. "No sign of Faust."
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Dig flipped a henchman head over heels, knocking him out. "He's not at his last known, either," he reported.
"Well, his ordinance is."
"If Faust is moving from bombs to missiles, it makes you wonder what else he's changed up."
"Exactly. Stay sharp."
There was a gunshot behind him, and Dig turned to see another henchman had been sneaking up behind him. He heard the click of a reloading gun, and Dig looked the other way to see Rene walk up. "Boss said stay sharp, Hoss," Rene told him.
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Oliver found another henchman, engaging him in hand to hand. The man, however, knocked Oliver to the ground, holding him still. "Faust, it's clear!" he called.
"Apologies!" Faust looked over the railing from the next level up. "Won't be but a minute!" He tapped something on the tablet he held, then walked towards the ladder to head down. "If you have the opportunity, please advise your mayor next time someone threatens to launch a ballistic missile at his city, he really should pay up."
Faust tapped something on his tablet, and the missile on the next level launched. At the same time, Oliver tucked and rolled away from the henchman, knocking him to the floor. It took one tranquilizer arrow to knock him out. "Disappointing," Faust frowned, only to gasp in pain when Oliver fired two arrows at him, pinning him to the dock. "That's an MGM-140. It's fire and forget! You can't stop it, you can't disarm it!"
Oliver turned back to watch the missile. "No," he shook his head. "But I have a very smart friend who can."
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From a few buildings over, Curtis watched the missile fly over his head before he launched one of his T-spheres after it. "My T-sphere's spoofed the missile's guidance system," he called. "I'm drawing it back to the water!"
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Oliver watched the missile explode over the water, remembering the last time he had seen an explosion as impressive as that. "You look troubled," Faust noted. "As if detonation stirred unpleasant memories."
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Oliver gritted his teeth, then shot Faust with a tranquilizer, knocking him out.
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Oliver turned away from his suit in the Arrowcave, smiling when Kara walked up to him. "Hey, angel."
"Heard you got the guy," Kara smiled, kissing him. "Good job."
"Thanks," Oliver smiled, then blinked when Rene walked up to him, handing him a vanilla file. "What's this?"
"Remarks for the Police Academy graduation ceremony," Rene answered, and Oliver opened it up curiously. "Seems my promotion came with speech writing duties."
"You can write?" Dig asked.
"You can read?" Curtis asked after.
"I can kick both y'all asses is what I can do," Rene retorted.
Oliver nodded. "This is, uh . . . this is really good, Rene," he complimented.
"It's like I keep telling you, Hoss," Rene nodded somberly. "I've got the soul of a poet."
Kara snorted, then quickly turned it into a cough as she turned away. "Got something in your throat, Kara?" Laurel called from where she was by the computers.
"No," Kara shook her head, hiding her grin behind her hand, Oliver shaking his head fondly. "No, I'm fine."
"Besides, I don't think I have ever heard Rene say that," Felicity said as she emerged from the elevator, her arms completely full of Big Belly Burger takeout.
"Who the hell asked you, blondie?" Rene scowled.
"You totally missed me redirecting a ballistic missile, b-t-dubs," Curtis grinned.
"Oh, man," Felicity sighed. "Well, I've already seen you do that once. All right, just as you ordered . . . a triple stack with a side of heart disease," she handed one bag to Rene.
"Don't judge me," he sniffed.
"Ah, yeah, that's for you," Felicity handed another bag to Curtis. "Surprise, this is for you . . . "
"Thank you," Dig nodded.
"And all of your meals combined times five is for these two," Felicity smirked, handing the last two bags to Oliver and Kara. "Since one girl in this room basically has a bottomless pit for a stomach."
Kara laughed. "Thanks, Felicity."
"You're welcome," Felicity smiled. "Sorry I was MIA. I pretty much had to knock my mother unconscious to get her on a flight back to Vegas. She did want to go."
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