***
Laurel made no secret that she was not happy to be in her current situation as the police officer led her into an abandoned casino in Star City. When she was stopped in front of Anatoli Knyazev playing solitaire, she remained silent, giving him the nastiest look she could.
He just gave her an innocent look in response. "We got her from here," the man at his right told the officer. "Head back to SCPD before you're missed."
The police officer left, and Anatoli smiled at her. "Laurel! Svozvrashcheniyem." He paused, then tilted his head. "Is it Laurel or Laurel these days? So confusing, this doppelgänger business, but you seem to figure it out."
"I know Diaz killed Cayden James," Laurel told him bluntly.
"He told me," Anatoli shrugged. "No honor among thieves . . . or crime lords, I guess. Oh, well."
Laurel scowled, looking at the Russian Oliver had once considered a friend. "Diaz manipulated you and Talia and Evelyn. He lied to all of you. This whole time, he's had his own agenda. That doesn't bother you?"
"I'm not sentimental," Anatoli shook his head. "I am Russian. I am in this city for two reasons only. One is revenge against Oliver Queen, and two is money. I'm happy to work with whoever can get me either."
"Well, I see two things after you say that," Laurel smirked. "One, good luck getting money because we got it all back. And two? You're also only in this city because the Bratva cast you out."
Anatoli's look soured. "Well, there's that, too."
***
"How'd it go?" Kara asked as the trio exited the elevator.
"There is a fifteen-second window where neither roof guard is watching the HVAC vent," Oliver answered. "We can get in that way."
"All right," Thea nodded, taking a deep breath. "Well, did you see him? Is he OK?"
Oliver paused. "We can get him out," he answered instead.
"I know," Thea nodded. "And I'm coming with you."
Oliver blinked, then opened his mouth, but clicked it shut when Malcolm chuckled. "I'd've thought you were sick if you were about to say you weren't."
"Dad, it's Thea said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Exactly," Malcolm nodded.
Oliver sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I suppose it would be hypocritical of me to tell you not to do this?"
"Would you want us to tell you that if it was Kara who was in there?" Slade raised an eyebrow.
"Point taken," Oliver conceded.
"Besides, I may be the only one who can fit through the vents," Thea said, looking around. "Though it would be entertaining to see any of you try to."
"I'll give it a go," Kara volunteered.
"Kara," Oliver began.
"Don't ruin the reputation, I know, you've said it, but . . . " Kara took a deep breath. "Thea may need a hand getting Roy out. I don't need my hands free to get out of a place like that."
Oliver sighed and nodded. "OK," he looked around. "So Malcolm, Thea, Kara, and I go out there and get Roy."
Thea smiled triumphantly, turning around and walking over to where her bow was contained. "I'm assuming my suit's location hasn't changed since I used it against the Nazis?"
***
The quartet walked across the roof moments later, Thea back in full Speedy attire. "You OK?" Oliver asked.
"It's just like riding a bike," Thea smiled.
"What bike did you get when you were a kid?" Malcolm asked.
"Funny, Dad," Thea glared at him.
Oliver eyed the guards at the hotel. "We can guy you a few extra seconds," he said.
Kara looked at Thea. "You ready for this?"
Thea took a deep breath. "It's Roy. I've ready."
"That's my girl," Malcolm smiled.
Oliver nodded, drawing an arrow and firing off to his left. The arrow exploded into a shower of fireworks, drawing the attention of the guards. While they were distracted, Kara flew over to the balcony as Malcolm fired a grappling arrow into the wall. Thea hooked her bow over the line and zipped down to the hotel, nimbly dropping onto the balcony as Kara opened up the vent entrance. She climbed in first, holding the vent open for Thea as she ran over. As Kara continued through the vent, Thea climbed inside and shut the vent behind her, just before one of the guards moved around the corner.
***
Really, the bruises all over his body were bad enough, but the phonebook against bruised ribs? Roy really wasn't a fan of that.
But he still didn't give the officers what they were looking for, even as he grunted in pain as the book was hit against his body. "Want to keep going, or you gonna testify?" the officer wielding the book sneered.
Roy heaved for breath, but managed to glare nastily at the cop. "You know, I'm not a lawyer, but I'm pretty sure torturing your witness isn't gonna be great for your case."
The cop tossed the phonebook to his partner, sitting down across from Roy. "You don't think we know how to put you in a world of hurt without leaving a mark?"
Roy continued to glare at him, but froze when he saw him pull out a nightstick. Roy swallowed hard, then winced when the officer behind him grabbed his shoulder and placed the phonebook over his torso. The cop in front of him swung hard, and Roy yelled out in pain as the cop dealt blow after blow.
***
"Rao, help him," Kara breathed as she watched through the vent, one hand over her mouth.
Thea had to turn away, tears were filling her eyes. "Are you getting this?" she whispered.
"I'm enhancing their badge numbers," Felicity answered.
"Just when you thought Oliver took down all the crooked cops last year," Dig grumbled.
"I don't know how long I can stay up here without doing something," Kara whispered.
"Just hang on, angel," Oliver told her.
"Oliver's right, there's six more guards in the hall," Felicity said.
"I know it's hard, you two, but you have to wait," Oliver said.
"You'll get him," Malcolm added.
Kara flinched when the next hit came with a cracking noise, and she buried her head in her knees, clasping her hands over her ears as Roy coughed violently. Thea gritted her teeth, rubbing the back of Kara's neck comfortingly. She was about to open the vent and jump down when the cop with the nightstick stood up. "I'm working up an appetite here," he declared, then glared down at Roy. "Hey, we're gonna get some Big Belly Burger. You decide to play nice, I might give you the fries."