Clack! Click! "Felicity, could you try to be quieter?" Diggle asked as he lifted weights. "Diggle," Felicity responded, her bright magenta lipstick caught his eye, "do you want this done fast, or quietly?" "I wouldn't mind both." Diggle mumbled under his breath. SLAM! "Oliver? How'd it go?" Felicity asked. "Another one down," he said in a confident voice, "who knows how many more to go. Who's next?" Felicity handed him his brown pocket sized book. Oliver slowly opened to a bookmarked page and saw in grimy black ink, a scribbled name. Davis Winters. "Felicity look up Davis Winters." Diggle made his way over to the computer to inspect the information on the unfamiliar character. "Davis Winters, thirty-nine years old, and living in an abandoned warehouse downtown. Davis is a murder who kills people at the most odd times of day, then before the police come, he will steel any valuables in the house. He is very hard to find because He constantly is changing location. He's a very dangerous man." We start tomorrow." Oliver said turning his back on the other two. "Oliver are you sure you don't want to put this one to the side?" Asked Diggle in a nervous voice. Oliver turned toward him and gave him a look that was more powerful than any words. "We start tomorrow, No excuses. He is a poison to this city and he needs to be gotten rid of." And with that Oliver left.
TO BE CONTINUED
