Capítulo 83: Supergirl ~ In Search of Lost Time ~ Part Two
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"Really, coward?" Demos narrowed his eyes as Winn pushed the barrel into his chest. "Have you ever even held a gun before?"
"I'm holding one now," Winn pointed out, clicking the safety off; it gave Demos enough time to bring his hands down quickly and grab the gun, pulling it out of Winn's grasp.
"Go on," Laurel glared at Dig. "Do it. Do you want to shoot Laurel Lance right after she's been brought back from the dead?"
"But you're not Laurel," Dig shook his head. "You will be Laurel."
Laurel faltered, opening her mouth, and Dig tightened his grip on his gun. "John!" Felicity shouted.
A dark grey blur just narrowly missed her, and Felicity jumped back, yelping in surprise. That morphed into a shriek as Dig yelled in pain, dropping his gun and reaching for the knife embedded in the back of his hand. "Back away from her!" Malcolm's yell rang through the D.E.O., and Dig whipped around as the assassin approached, the man twirling another knife into his hand. "Or this one won't miss your heart!"
"Ever trying to be the hero, huh, Malcolm?" Dig narrowed his eyes, pulling the knife out of his hand with a grimace, even as Laurel backed away, still massaging her throat. "Not sure it suits you."
"Because every hero's resume is only covered with glitter and gold," Malcolm scoffed as he walked forward, blue eyes like ice. "You wanna try that again?"
"It's funny," Dig scowled. "Every time I hear someone say you and Slade have changed, I almost believe it . . . then you go and pull something like this!" he gestured to his injured hand.
"Then next time, you should be smart," Malcolm growled. "Don't pull a gun on someone I love!"
Laurel blanched, but before she – or a suddenly speechless Felicity – could respond, Dig had readjusted his grip on the knife he held and lunged. Malcolm effortlessly dodged, letting Dig stumble past him before throwing his knife. It clattered against Dig's, the force of Malcolm's throw knocking both to the ground. Dig glared at the black-haired man, about to lunge again when Laurel finally opened her mouth and screamed, trying to hit Dig, but with how close in proximity they were, both men were caught in the scream, flying over the center console and sprawling on the ground.
Laurel gave Dig a dirty glare, then turned and rammed her fist into Demos's gut. The agent staggered back, then Laurel gave him a swift uppercut, knocking him over the table. "See?" she told Felicity, pointing at Winn. "Cleaning up messes!"
"Get that out of my face!" Winn swatted her hand to the side.
"Oh, you want me out of your face?" Laurel spat, grabbing his hand and twisting his arm violently.
Winn cried out in pain, then Alex was running across the floor. "Laurel!" she shouted.
Laurel looked up, eyes narrowed to slits, then she doubled over, groaning as she reached for her head. She staggered away from Winn as he collapsed on the ground, his own hand on his forehead. Alex blinked rapidly, looking around to see other D.E.O. agents seeming confused. "What the hell just happened?" she asked.
"It was a psychic anomaly," J'onn answered as he walked over. "I put a barrier up to protect you all."
"What the Oliver's stunned voice came from the stairs as he ran down.
"What happened?" Slade looked around.
"Yeah," Malcolm grimaced as he got to his feet, pinching the bridge of his nose as he leaned heavily against the console, Kara skidding to a halt as she ran in from the training rooms. "That wasn't fun."
Laurel grimaced as she stood up, offering her hand to Winn. "I'm sorry. Are you OK?"
"I kind of – I feel like I'm gonna bleed," Winn grunted, reaching up to check his face. "Yup."
Laurel winced, looking over the table. "Demos?" she asked, watching the agent get up. "I'm so sorry."
He held up his hand, assuring her he was fine. "I'm sorry for what I said," he told Winn.
"For the record, I think you're super smart," Winn smiled weakly.
"What was this?" Kara looked around in bewilderment.
"Everyone just went psycho on each other and then started fighting!" Felicity stammered, not seeming to know who she should check on. "Literally
Kara blinked. "Just like what I saw the Kalanorian do in the bar?"
"Yeah, exactly," Demos nodded in agreement.
"So why didn't it affect Felicity?" Winn frowned.
"Probably because Demos went after you and then someone went after me," Laurel guessed.
"That's . . . not very comforting," Felicity grimaced.
"I told you she needed more observation," Alex grumbled.
"Well, it's still visiting hours," Kara shrugged. "Let's go see her."
J'onn nodded. "In the meantime, Agent Schott," he turned to where Winn and Demos were. "Round up the inhibitors we used against Psi. Recalibrate them. Make sure there's enough to go around. I didn't take enough precautions last time. I will now."
Winn nodded, and Felicity smiled at him. "I'll help."
"OK," Winn nodded.
"Anything we can do?" Oliver asked as Kara and Alex headed for the cells.
J'onn opened his mouth, then blinked and turned to Laurel. "Perhaps get Ms. Lance checked out."
Laurel blinked, reaching up towards her throat. "Bruising?" she guessed, wincing at how raspy her voice sounded.
"Holy crap," Winn blinked.
"Who did that to you?" Slade frowned.
"John did," Malcolm gestured to the man still working on getting himself upright, which was difficult considering one hand was bleeding. "And then he pulled a gun on her and didn't seem to like it when I intervened."
"No, he didn't," Laurel agreed, narrowing her eyes at Oliver. "Seems like that conversation you two had earlier isn't over yet."
Oliver and Dig exchanged wary looks as she headed for the stairs, Malcolm giving Dig a long look as well before he went after Laurel. Winn cleared his throat awkwardly, reaching down to pick up the gun he had taken from Demos. "It's a good thing you came when you did, man."
"Yeah," J'onn agreed, looking between those still left. "Good thing."
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"You came in around the same time I did," Kara told Alex as they walked through the cells. "Do you know what happened?"
"Barely," Alex shook her head. "I heard the shouting, and when I got there . . . I don't know. I've never felt anything like that. It's like something was inside my brain. I couldn't control it. Are OK?"
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