So, here is the sequel to 'Family is power'. I can't say how often I will update. So for now, enjoy.
Russia
Afternoon
Amanda Waller stood on the street, looking at the destruction caused by the attack. A car rolled up and Waller looked over as Diggle got out.
"Mr. Diggle," Waller greeted.
"So what do we have?" Diggle asked as he walked up next to her.
"A lab transport, moving highly dangerous chemicals, was raided. Cars came out of nowhere, the chemicals stolen, six hospitalized. All in and out in less than ninety seconds," Waller said and Diggle frowned.
"Only one crew in the world could pull this off," Diggle said thinking of Oliver and his new team.
"Apparently not," Waller said as her phone went off. "This is Director Waller."
"Ma'am, we have one."
Argus base
Later in the afternoon
"I'm not telling you shit," the captive, an American man in his mid-thirties with a shaved head, sneered as Diggle walked in. "You can beat me all you want. I'm not saying nothing."
"Oh, you'll wish I was gonna beat you," Diggle chuckled as someone else walked into the room. "This is your interrogator."
"Doctor Caitlin Snow," Caitlin introduced herself as she walked over, pulling out a syringe. "This is gonna hurt."
To the man's shock, Caitlin stuck the syringe in his shoulder and injected him with whatever was in it.
"What was that? What did you put in me?!" The man demanded panicked as Caitlin pulled it out.
"Something new," Caitlin said vaguely. "You should be feeling the effects right about…now."
It started off as a numb, sort of pricking feeling in his fingers, similar to having your leg fall asleep. Then, it spread and turned to fire in his veins. The man howled in pain, grabbing his arm.
"What did you do to me you bitch?!" the man howled.
"Well, I can just as easily undo it," Caitlin said as she pulled out a second syringe. "This is the antidote and I will gladly give to you if you tell us one thing: Where is Chase?"
A little while later, Caitlin was walking down the hall, Diggle following behind her.
"Thank you for this Caitlin," Diggle said and she turned around, a glare on her normally kind face.
"Do not pretend like this is some favor. I'm here for one reason, to get my best friends back. And considering you're the reason they're criminals, you shouldn't even speak me to unless necessary," Caitlin snapped before storming off.
Diggle sighed, knowing he deserved that as Waller walked up behind him.
"What did you find out?" Waller demanded.
"Chase is in London," Diggle said.
"Good, that means we can track him," Waller said and Diggle just stared at her incredulously.
"Then what? If half the things we've found out about him are true, we don't stand a chance against him and his team," Diggle pointed out.
"But we both know someone who does. And I finally located him," Waller said, to Diggle's shock.
Spain, next day
Early morning
Oliver Queen walked into his apartment after going for a morning run. He was eager to take a shower but something stopped him. His hair stood on end as he realized someone was in his apartment. Oliver pulled out the switchblade he kept on him just in case. He rounded the corner and walked into the kitchen. He stopped, seeing Diggle sitting at the kitchen table.
"Oliver," Diggle greeted politely.
"John," Oliver said wearily, not lowering his weapon.
"You weren't that hard to find," Diggle noted.
"Because I wasn't hiding. I like it here. Weather's nice, it's relatively quiet, and no extradition," Oliver said with a sharp undertone to his voice.
"I'm not here to extradite you," Diggle said and Oliver relaxed slightly, lowering the switchblade.
"Then what do you want John?" Oliver asked, pocketing the switchblade.
"A Russian lab was raided yesterday, a batch of highly toxic chemicals were stolen by a team that was in and out in less than two minutes," Diggle explained.
"And, naturally, you and Waller assumed it was me?" Oliver said dryly.
"No, we know it wasn't you. But you're gonna help us stop the guys who did," Diggle said and Oliver laughed.
"Right, because the last time I worked for Waller went so well," Oliver said sarcastically.
"Things are different this time. You're gonna work for her voluntarily. In fact, you're gonna beg to be let in on this mission," Diggle said and Oliver stared at him incredulously.
"And why the hell would I do that?" Oliver asked and Diggle got out of his seat.
"Because of this," Diggle said, pulling out a yellow envelope and handing it to Oliver. "This was taken over a week ago."
Wearily, Oliver accepted the envelope. He opened it up to see there was a picture inside. Oliver pulled it out and stared in shock at the image of Sara Lance, alive and well.
"This-this is impossible," Oliver stammered after a moment.
"I thought the same thing when Waller showed it to me. But I had Felicity check it, it's legit. And we dug up her grave, the casket is empty. Somehow, Sara is alive," Diggle said grimly.
"Why would she be helping these people?" Oliver asked, trying to gather his thoughts.
"We don't know. But if you wanna find out, you're gonna help us," Diggle said and Oliver breathed deeply, trying to calm himself.
"Okay," Oliver said after taking a few moments to gather his thoughts. "But I'm gonna need all the Intel you've gathered on these guys."
"You'll get it when the team get it," Diggle told him and Oliver shook his head.
"No team. This is just gonna be us," Oliver argued but Diggle shook his head.
"It's not that simple Oliver," Diggle said and Oliver raised an eyebrow. "This crew, they move like lightning and disappear like smoke. Argus has been chasing them since Drakon, across four countries. We need more than you Oliver. We need the best of the best. Oliver, we need your team."
