Guns in the Glades
-Disclaimer: I don't own Arrow or any of these wonderful characters.-
For a Friday night, Verdant wasn't doing as well as usual. Twenty or so people were around, it was enough to keep Thea and Roy busy.
Down in the foundry, things were much more lively. Diggle, Felicity, and Oliver had been tracking a man, Richmond Stone, who was illegally selling machine guns to the citizens of the Glades. Robberies had gone up 28% since Wednesday. Still, Felicity hadn't found a decent way to track the gun sales.
"What about the guns themselves? Can you track those?" Oliver leaned over Felicity's shoulder. He was stir-crazy, and needed someone to put an arrow in yesterday. Especially since all the news networks wanted to talk about was these high-tech machine guns.
Richmond Stone's face was everywhere, on posters, signs, the television, but still there hadn't been one sighting.
Team Arrow had put that down to a really, really good hideout. Maybe even better than there's, Felicity had said hesitantly the day before, earning an angry eye roll from Oliver.
"Oliver. I mean this as kindly as one can put it. Shush!" Felicity motioned to her own lips and pretended to zip them and throw away the key.
She went back to typing, Oliver took his frustration out on the salmon ladder. When the bar slipped from the top rung, it and it's user went crashing to the ground.
Oliver slammed his fist against the cement floor.
"Maybe you should just go home. Felicity may need another few days to find this guy." Diggle offered Oliver a hand, but Oliver ignored it and stood up on his own.
"We don't have another few days. This guy is a killer, he needs to be dealt with now." Oliver grumbled, grabbing his green hood off of one of the steel tables.
"Give her a while longer, she'll find him." Diggle grabbed his arm to stop him from leaving, talking in a low voice to keep Felicity from hearing.
"I'll be on the streets. Let me know if you get a location on Stone." Oliver called over his shoulder, before taking off through the back door with his bow and quiver.
-LINEBREAK FROM THE PLANET OF LINEBREAKIA!-
"Take it! Leave me alone!" Oliver's hood turned in the direction of the screams, coming from an alley near CNRI.
He leapt across rooftops until he was directly above the commotion, now able to see down into the alley, where a woman had thrown her purse onto the ground, and was backed up against the far wall by two men. One of them had a distinctly original-looking machine gun.
Oliver notched a grappling hooked arrow and descended into the alley silently. He dropped onto the guy without a gun and kneed him in the head. The unarmed man dropped to the ground unconscious.
"Don't move!" The man with the gun yelled, pressing the barrel to the woman's throat.
Tears had ruined the woman's makeup, black and red streaks of lipstick and eyeliner dripped down her chin. She struggled against the man's grip, but he was much stronger than her.
"Where did you get that?" Oliver shouted, turning on his voice-modulater before speaking. He held his bow in a nonthreatening way, though he could probably have an arrow notched at a moments notice. The man with the machine gun didn't need to know that.
"Get this?!" The man waved the gun around a bit against the woman's neck. She gasped when he shoved it back in it's place.
"Tell me where you got that gun, or we do this the hard way." Oliver threatened, his hood covering the top half of his face as he turned to face the man.
"Yeah right, and why would I tell you-" The man didn't have time to finish, since a second later, there was an arrow in his hand, and the woman was being yanked from his other arm.
His gun flew loosely against the wall, still in the uninjured hand.
"Run!" Oliver shouted at the woman, forcefully shoving her down the alley and away from the two of them.
The woman looked uncertain for less than a moment, as she was already gone from the dark alley by the time Oliver turned back to the man.
Suddenly, alarm bells went off in Oliver's head. He had shot the wrong hand. The man still had his gun.
As Oliver realized this, 20 rounds in a row were shot towards the vigilante. The first 10 completely missed, giving Oliver time to dodge the next few to come. The last 5 or so landed on a metal canister which Oliver had taken shelter behind.
"They warned us about you! Told us you'd be looking for the guns!" The man yelled, coming towards the canister slowly.
When he reached it, he jumped behind it, ready to shoot, but found the space abandoned.
An arrow came whizzing through the air towards the man, this one rigged to encase it's target in a net.
The man was pinned to the brick wall with the net-arrow, his gun dropped to the ground next to Oliver.
"Should've chosen the easy way." Oliver said with venom, grabbing the arrow still stuck in the man's hand and twisting it.
"Where did you get this gun?! Who sold it to you?!" He shouted.
The man clenched his teeth in pain, growling out, "Go to hell."
Oliver recognized his demeanor, it was that of a person who didn't know anymore than his interrogator. He was only trying to keep himself alive with the illusion of information.
"Already there." Oliver grumbled, punching the man square in the forehead, leaving him unconscious, and netted to the brick wall to wait for the police to show up.
Oliver heard the sirens from down the street, and he took them as his cue to leave.
-LINEBREAKNESS OF LINEBREAK STUFF-
"Can you use it to track the other ones?" Oliver asked, dropping the machine to the table with a thud.
Felicity looked relieved. "Definitely." She nodded.
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