บท 92: Arrow ~ Brothers In Arms ~ Part Two
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"Huh."
Slade looked up from where he was examining the cartridges for his handguns, seeing Malcolm hang up his phone. "Is that good or bad, wizard?"
"First off, magician," Malcolm pointed his phone in his direction as he walked up the steps to where Felicity was absently tapping on her keyboard. "Second, sounds like Oliver's meetings with Armand and Hill went better than expected."
"Really?" Slade's eyebrows shot up.
"He wants to talk with Lyla to arrange something for Hill's family, who Diaz apparently threatened to blackmail her into working for him," Malcolm nodded, leaning against the table as the elevator doors slid open. "And apparently Kara and the Legion have a plan regarding Armand's sick son."
"His son?" Slade blinked in surprise.
"He has cancer," Felicity nodded. "I saw that, looking through his file. Poor guy. If he needed money to treat Stage IV leukemia, I can see where Diaz nabbed him."
"That's exactly it," Malcolm nodded, looking up as Dig walked out of the elevator. "Oliver just called. He needs to meet with Lyla."
"Oh," Dig blinked. "I'll give her a call in a minute, then. In the meantime," he held out a flash drive to Felicity. "Compliments of the director of A.R.G.U.S."
"Ooo, here we go," Felicity brightened, taking the drive and inserting it into her computer. "Let's see what Diaz can't hide from us now."
"And hopefully we'll finally be able to get out of here," Malcolm grumbled.
Slade smirked. "Rumor has it Laurel doesn't have anything better to do."
Malcolm shot him a nasty glare. "Shut up!"
Dig snickered to himself, letting Slade and Malcolm bicker as usual as he walked over to watch Felicity work. "I have to say," he remarked, looking over at the two vigilantes, "once you stop holding grudges, they're pretty amusing to have around."
"Never a dull day as long as they're arguing about what Malcolm's League name means," Felicity nodded in agreement.
"Did I miss it?"
"Oh, yeah."
Dig sighed in annoyance, then perked up with Felicity sat up straight. "Got something?"
"I think so," Felicity nodded, and just like that, Slade and Malcolm were crowding around, too. "Lyla's got a name for one of Diaz's suppliers – Marshall Katz. I'll start running a location on him now."
"Finally," Malcolm sighed in relief.
***
Oliver looked up as the doors to his office opened, and he sighed in relief when Kara poked her head in, holding up a coffee cup in one hand. "I love you so much."
"Is that because I come bearing coffee or because I'm just me?" Kara giggled, hurrying inside as Mon-El held the door open for Imra and Querl.
"Yes," Oliver chose to answer, standing up and kissing her before taking his coffee. "So, you have a plan regarding Sam?"
"Yes," Mon-El nodded. "It's a bit of a risk, but from what we heard, it's worth it."
"Oh?" Oliver raised an eyebrow.
Kara nodded. "It involves telling Sam that I'm Supergirl."
"What?!" Oliver balked.
"Which he may already know, given that he revealed he knows that you are the Green Arrow," Querl nodded. "That means there is an 81.6738% chance he knows Kara is Supergirl."
Oliver closed his eyes, burying his overprotective feelings. "I'm getting the feeling that means whatever your plan it, it involves something alien."
"More specifically, something from the future, but yes, that too," Querl nodded.
"Oliver, this device, if used for a week, will be able to completely cure his son," Mon-El told him. "No need for treatments – "
"No need for Diaz's money," Oliver finished.
"Exactly."
"Oliver, let us do this," Kara squeezed his hand. "We can help him."
"It might not be a fight, but from what we saw, Sam is – or used to be – a friend," Imra told him. "He just needs to get out of Diaz's hands. This can be it."
Oliver looked around the four aliens, then took a deep breath and nodded. "OK," he nodded. "I'll give him a call and tell him to expect you."
"OK," Kara smiled widely and nodded.
Oliver looked down when his phone chirped, and when he opened the text sent to him, he sighed in relief. "Felicity found a lead on one of Diaz's suppliers. Team's headed out now."
"It is so weird that that's not us right now," Mon-El remarked.
"Yeah, you're telling me," Oliver huffed in agreement.
***
Malcolm crouched on the rooftop across from Katz's location, reaching up to turn on his comms. "Overwatch?"
"Spartan and Deathstroke are dealing with the guards downstairs," Felicity reported. "Two of them just made it to Katz. Looks like he's got a guest with him, too."
Malcolm raised an eyebrow.
"You have such a way with words. Guess which one."
Oh, Malcolm could guess, all right. "So I'm on distraction duty?"
"That would certainly help them out. Or are you going to let them have fun on their own?"
Malcolm smirked, pulling an arrow from his quiver. "How about I do both?"
"How do you plan on that?"
Malcolm's smirk widened as he nocked the arrow and drew it back. "Like this. Deathstroke? Spartan?"
"On your mark," Slade answered.
Malcolm didn't answer; instead, he shot the arrow, and the moment it hit the glass windows in Katz's penthouse suite, he hit a button on his arrow, making the arrow explode and take out the glass with it.
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