"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Felicity spoke over the radio com showing off her concern sternly.
"This is our one chance to take down Slade Wilson down once and for good. We can't pass it up now."
The Arrow made it clear to Felicity that he wanted things to end tonight and that the only way this had to go down is with Slade to die for everything he's done. Nothing else mattered at this point. It was do or die tonight, and he planned on making it his time to bring an end to this cycle of mind games and chaos throughout Starling City.
After responding quietly to Felicity to drown his whereabouts, he scouted the location of a building where Felicity had traced to be Slade's possible hideout in the city. It looked like an old abandoned structure from the outside but there was no doubt that Mr. Wilson could suffice there. After all, it would be nothing compared to the island and its travesties.
"I just don't think you should be doing this alone knowing what Slade is capable of. He's dangerous." She was worried and thinking about every possibility that this could go wrong. It wouldn't settle too well afterwards.
"I know what he's capable of, Felicity. That's why I have to stop him now before anything else bad happens." The vigilante reached behind himself into his quiver for a certain arrow to shoot to the building across from him. "I'm going in." He loaded up his bow and aimed with precision to make sure he would not miss this shot. The arrow sprung from the bow with a wire attached to it and into an open window parallel from him to stick into the wall.
"Please be careful." Felicity added in lowly as the archer hooked himself on the wire and took a running jump off of the roof he was staked out on, slowly but surely gliding across the gap between the two buildings and slipping through the window. Landing on his feet, he detaches himself and peers around the room filled with silence. It seems too quiet to be Slade Wilson's hideout.
Easing through the hallway, the archer walked through cautiously while loading a regular green tipped arrow and threaded it onto the line of the now just in case there are guards around or if he sees Slade himself. He starts to believe that what Felicity picked up on her network of computers really was just nothing short of an abandoned building.
It was just then until he turned the corner into a rather large room filled with computers, screens, and other high tech equipment appeared before him much like what there is back at their hideout, only much bigger. On the monitors were cameras watching over all of Starling City from every corner and traffic cam there was. The Arrow walked over to check each one for any suspicious activity until he found cameras watching over places he recognized the most; Verdant and the Queen residence.
"That's how you know where we are..." He muttered under his breath while adverting his eyes to the left and seeing a big glass case. Inside there was the gear worn by Slade Wilson himself, ultimately becoming Deathstroke when fully armored. He saw the armor, the grenades hanging from the chestplate, handguns, two swords, all followed by the black and orange mask to give Deathstroke his fear factor.
"Sorry, did you say something before?" Felicity chimed into his earpiece.
"Slade has cameras watching every inch of Starling City like his own television show. That's how he's been staying on top of us, knowing our every move and where we are whenever he wants." The green hooded vigilante plugged in a flash drive in the a port of the networks and typed in a few keys until a few folders came up and began to download the information. "We could use somehow to our advantage if needed." The download was complete and the Arrow swiped the drive back out and looked around again at the establishment.
"I don't see any sign of Slade here, the place is empty and his gear is still in the case. Do you have anything on him right now?"
"Nothing. I would've picked up something by now if he was around Starling somewhere but it's as quiet as an awkward situation tonight." Felicity turned her head around just in case Slade was planning to sneak up on her, letting out a relieved sigh there was no one there.
"If he's not here or around Starling, then tonight is not the night for him to be stopped. I'm heading back now. Which way to the roof of this place?"
Felicity pulled up the schematics and blueprints of where he was and perused through it until she found the way out of there. "There should be an exit on your right of the room you're in now. Then there's a set of stairs behind the doorway at the end of the hall. Take that up to the roof."
"On it."
The hooded man raced out of the room and followed his blonde associate's directions through his head, his bow raised still with the arrow equipped never knowing if this could still be a trap and he needed to be prepared for action at all times. But surprisingly, the place was still as dead as the night. Up the stairs the archer went, carefully aiming up at the next set with caution as he carefully took each step up.
The Arrow burst through the door back into the coolness of the Starling City night and stares out at the lights of the buildings that are keeping Starling awake. The mission hadn't been completed like he wanted it to which means Slade Wilson lives to die another day. He loads up another arrow and steps onto the edge of the building preparing for another temporary flight from building to building.
"Where are you going on such a fine night?" A thick musky accent filled the air that sprung into the vigilante's ears and it made him stop clean in his tracks. Out of his pocket, the Arrow pulled out a mask to put on over his face and under the hood and just ended under his eyes. His right hand pressed against his chest to initiate the the voice changer he always used to disguise his voice. Once he turned around, he stood before a rather large figure dressed in the same gear and uniform as he saw in the glass case topped of by the orange and black mask.
"What's the matter, Mr. Queen? Afraid to look into the eyes of your fate?" Slade egged him on toying with his head as he's previously been doing.
"I could say the same to you, Mr. Wilson." The deep voice fired back in exchange as he swapped out his wired arrow and replaced it with a regular arrow. Meanwhile, Slade had pulled a sword from the holster around his back and held it at his side.
"All in good time. It's a shame you want to die so quickly when you haven't even felt the suffering I did. Because when I make a promise, I keep it."
The Arrow tensed up and tightened his grip against his bow ready to fire and attack at the slightest drop of a pin. Slade's games have gone on far too long for him to still be alive playing them.
"I promise, Slade, that you are going to die. No matter what way or how quick it will be. I am going to stop you once and for all before you hurt anybody else."
"Don't make promises you can't keep, kid."
That was it. The vigilante wanted to hear no more from Slade Wilson and wanted to bring things to a proper end. He raised his bow quickly and fired the arrow, reaching back to load up another one and ran towards the man they call Deathstroke.
Slade chopped the flying arrow in half with a swing of the sword and followed suit to the archer, racing back towards him. The hooded archer fired arrow after arrow only to have them miss or be swatted away by Slade's trustworthy sword. Once he was in distance, Slade gripped the handle and swung fiercely.
The archer swiftly ducked underneath the swinging blade and acted quickly when Slade swung again, blocking it away with the compound bow. The two engaged back and forth, swinging and dodging each other's attacks. Slade and The Arrow clashed their weapons against one another and pushed forward trying to outdo the other in strength.
With the Mirakuru surging through his entire body, Slade gained the upper hand and pushed the archer off of him and delivered a swift kick to knock the Arrow to the edge of the building and almost off. Slade made sure not to let up and quickly pursued the vigilante and grasped his throat in a firm grip.
"What makes you think you can kill me when I have the Mirakuru pumping through my veins?" After almost fading, The Arrow reached back into his quiver and plunged an arrow forward into Slade Wilson's body and used both legs to kick the masked man back releasing his grip.
Slade began to laugh and pointed his sword at his enemy. "You think one arrow can stop-" It was then the arrow stuck in his chest began to beep rapidly and exploded before his eyes and stunned the man known as Deathstroke, forcing him down to one knee.
The Arrow saw this as his opportunity to strike now when it was best to. He dropped his bow and lunged towards Slade Wilson, throwing fist after fist with each punch hitting his head and body. Slade grunted in response only to have the vigilante knee's coming up into his face one after the other. With one final uppercut delivered to his jaw, Slade Wilson's mask flew off of his head and fell over to the side off him.
Slade Wilson dropped his sword and eventually stood on both of his knees in somewhat pain, feeling the Mirakuru work its magic on healing his body. The Arrow retrieved his bow and loaded an arrow up aiming it directly at Slade while he stared at the man who wore an eyepatch over his eye. Slade stared back, showing no fear whatsoever.
"Every promise I make, I keep and fulfill. This is no different!" The Arrow shouted towards his enemy.
Slade angrily looked at the bow and then back into the Arrow's eyes with his one eye. "I have no doubt in what kind of man you are. And what you are is a liar."
Within a few mere seconds, whatever pain The Arrow had caused Slade had vanished and he felt stronger than ever. Without hesitation, Slade drew a gun from his holster and fired twice. The first shot had just missed the archer but the second bullet flew straight into his leg, causing him to fall over.
Slade picked his sword up back into his hand and stood up from his knees now towering over the injured Arrow with authority. He was in pain, the sting in his leg to where the bullet passed through. Slade developed a smirk that lurked across his lips having taken down The Arrow once again.
"Come on, Oliver. Get up and fight. Fulfill your promise and put an end to my life the way you put an end to Shado's." Slade roared out to him filling with rage to the Mirakuru and with the thought of Shado dying. The Arrow attempted to stand on his two feet but was met with a clear fist to his face to knock him back down which hurt more than the average punch. "This is how it will end for you. Fighting for your life on a rooftop trying to be a hero. Trying to be something you're not."
Slade positioned the blade in his hand so that the sharped edge face the ground and raised it high above his head staring down at the man he once called his brother. "I'll make sure the ones you love and care about are sent to hell to meet you there." As he went to impale him, The Arrow shot up and stopped the blade in its tracks and jumped to wrap his legs around Deathstroke and pulled him down back to the ground and kept him there in an armbar-like hold.
But it wasn't enough to keep Slade grounded for long and he had to think quick. In luck, the hooded archer found the arrow he was meant to kill Slade with beside him and grabbed it, aiming straight for Slade's head. Before it came down, Slade grabbed the archer's wrist just inches before the tip reached his own skull and began crushing his bones. The Arrow could do nothing but shout out feeling the pain in his leg disappear and shoot to his wrist.
Slade Wilson broke the hold he found himself in and grabbed his sword with his free hand while the other was gripping onto The Arrow's wrist. Slade didn't waste one more second as he thrust the sword through The Arrow's body and watched him fall before him with no remorse as the man groaned in pain.
Slade narrowed his eyes down to the archer's body and turned him over with his foot noticing he was still breathing. He was relieved in a sense because he had no intentions of killing Oliver Queen on this night as he had more plans for his suffering.
"I want you to look at me face to face before you begin to fade and look at the man that you failed to kill twice. The same man who will kill you once the time is right when you have no one to value in your life no longer." Slade fell to one knee before The Arrow and hoisted his body up to drop his hood. The mask over his face came off next following the mask over his eyes quickly after. As Slade looked into the eyes that were staring into his one, his laughter began to fill the air as he stood up and began walking away slowly from the man.
"And so it continues..."
At Laurel's apartment, the door opened to her room and out stumbled the beautiful canary herself, Laurel Lance, a heartwarming smile across her lips as she turned around and let out a relieved sigh.
"Thank you so much for coming over tonight. I know I usually don't ever ask for these types of favors often of you anymore but everything's been so stressful lately with my life and..my dad and Sara. It was just something I needed for a night off so thank you." Laurel couldn't help from feeling a little tipsy from tonight but was glad someone was there so that she wouldn't go overboard with it again.
Before her appeared the infamously known billionaire playboy as some may call him, Oliver Queen. He exchanged the same smile to Laurel which basically came with his charm that he never lost on the island, something they were both glad that stuck with him.
"Yeah, it was my pleasure." He responded back to her. "Although I will apologize again for Sara leaving earlier before. I don't know what it was all about, I thought we were having a good time the three of us."
Laurel just shrugged her shoulders and leaned against the wall located outside of her door. "Ever since she came back into my life everything's seem changed with her too. I don't know so I'm going out on a limb and saying Thea called her to fill in for someone."
"I'll figure out the details when I see her later."
Laurel pulled Oliver into her arms for a hug in which he gladly returned to her. The former lovers always seemed to find their way back to one another no matter what interferes with them. It was cut off short, however, as he could feel his phone begin to vibrate inside his pocket. Oliver broke the hug pulled the device out, his facial expression going from happy to serious.
"I'm sorry, I have to take this real quick." He said to Laurel who nodded her head with a goofy smile. Sober or not, she couldn't deny her fatal attraction towards Oliver from the day she met him to now.
Oliver stepped aside while Laurel went back into her apartment to clean up and re-organize her place from their fun-filled night. The name 'Felicity' flashed on Oliver's phone when he hit answer and held the device to his ear wondering why Felicity was calling him so late at night.
"Felicity, what is it?" His voice whispered to her just to make sure Laurel wouldn't overhear anything pertaining to his other life.
"Oliver..." Her voice was shaky sounding like this phone call was forced to be made. "Something happened and I...I don't know...I think..." She couldn't help but stutter and cut off her own sentences.
"Calm down. What's going on, what happened?"
"It's Diggle, he...he went after Slade dressed as you. The other you, I mean. The Arrow."