Turn Down The Right Back Alley
Green Arrow
I went to the seedy little bar that the bastard at the hotel told me to go to. It was filled with some of the normal dregs of this town. Basin City was notorious for this type of place and I knew from coming in that I had found a place of interest and information. There was a blonde haired girl getting up on stage. She started her routine. Most guys in the place just stared at her watching every move she made.
I watched for a moment myself but managed to take my eyes off of her. As I did I saw someone come in. The guy sitting in the lobby watching the television set of the ball game. Dwight. I think that was his name. Had he followed me here? Didn't know, but I figured I otta keep an eye on him.
I went over to the bar and asked the bar keep, "I looking for information."
She looked at me and said, "Everybody is when it comes to Nancy. Since your from out off town I'll tell you what I tell everyone else. Look, but don't touch."
I looked back over to the girl on stage then looked back, "Not her," I said, "I'm looking for a man with one eye. His name is Slade Wilson."
She looked over at me and replied, "Never heard of him."
This place was getting me no where. I needed to find someone who knew something. I looked around and saw three guys in business suits looking at me and staring at me with great attention. They had to have been listening in. I walked over toward them and asked, "Slade Wilson. Deathstroke the Terminator. The name ring a bell? I'm looking for him."
The looked over at one another and the one in the middle smiled. He replied, "Yeah it does. In fact we'll be more than willing to continue this conversation outside."
I heard a gun click. I looked down and saw a Beretta pointed at me. I nodded and they lead the way out to the back.
"We had expected some costumed freak to come around. We expected it to be someone like Batman or Superman," said the goon with the piece pointed at me, "but hey if I get to say that I offed a cape, you think I'm gonna complain?"
"You know," I said calmly, "That if you kill me your going to have an even more fair share of problems that will include Batman and Supes. It's called the Justice League, ever hear of them, so do you really expect this to go your way, and tell me honestly okay."
He hesitated. That was all that I needed. I turned around kicked the gun out of his hand and pulled an arrow out of my quiver sticking it in his knee. He screamed out in pain has his other cronies pulled out there guns. I quickly punched the one nearest to me in the face and delivered a low blow to his groin. The third goon opened fire. I dodged out of the way and felt the bullet fly by. A graze nothing more. I pulled out my bow and quiver and fired an arrow straight into the goon's gun. He pulled the trigger and the gun exploded in his hand.
The first guy who had pulled his piece on the in the bar was crawling over to grab his piece. I stepped on his hand. He screamed. Now I get why Bat's does this.
"Tell me where he is," I said as I pulled him up and slammed him into a dumpster, "You tried to kill me for asking about Slade, so I know you have to know something."
"You kidding Rourke and my boss will kill me if I talk," He stammered.
"What do you think I'll do if I have to you if you don't?" I asked, "Think of it as pro-longing your life if not for a little while."
"Forget about it man," he stammered. As he did I saw his eyes move a little and I turned around and shot an arrow right into the head of the guy I kicked in the groin as he pulled an uzi out of his jacket.
"You want to end up like him?" I asked, "I'll do worse to you. You'll wish it was Batman or Superman who had found you instead of me. Do you understand that at all?"
"Alright," he shouted, "I'll talk."
It only took me a while and he was singing like a canary. I roughed him up a little bit more every time he said that was all he knew. By the time I was done He had told me he wet his pants until he was eighteen. Some tough guy. Then he told me where to go. A neighborhood called Old Town. The red light district.
I climbed up the fire escape to make sure I wasn't being followed. As I looked down I saw that Dwight guy come into the alleyway. I wondered what this guy was up to. No time now I had to get to Old Town.
I hopped in my car and speed off. It looked out of place in this city. It was more modern while it seemed like everyone here owned a classic of some type or another. I didn't really care though it got me around and that was all that I needed it to do.
I reach Old Town in a few minutes and started my search. Not much was around here but the local girls and their clientele. Another dead end? After a few hours that's what I was starting to think, and if Dinah ever caught me here I would have been deader than owl shit. Then I saw it.
It was only a moment but I caught a glimpse of him in the shadows, his make with the one eye visible. So he was here. I quickly went down the street I saw him in. There he was standing in his blue and orange uniform. Slade Wilson, Deathstroke. He wasn't alone either. He had a girl standing behind cowering. A hostage? Slade never took hostages. Something was wrong here.
"Getting cowardly in your old age Wilson?" I asked standing there as thunderstruck and it started to rain.
He didn't say anything, only left his gun up and fired a barrage of shots into the girl. I quickly lifted up my bow, and reached into the quiver, but before I could he was gone. I didn't know where. That's when I heard the voice behind me, "Now you've done it you bastard, now you've really done it."
I turned around and saw that Dwight guy coming at me with two .45's blazing.
"Aw damn."
Dwight
There are few things in this world I can stand less than a man who hurts a lady. One who kills them is one of them. I charged the Archer with my gun pumping out round after round. I was up and ready to get some killing done and this son of a bitch was about to be my unfortunate victim. If I could hit him.
His reflexes were fast and catlike almost better than Miho's and where damn near impossible to keep up with. He pulled his bow out and sent three shots right at me. I dodged fired a couple of rounds at him. If anything I just had to keep him busy all of this noise would have the ladies here in no time and then I could leave it to them.
"Do you really think I did this to her just—" He started, but didn't finish as I kicked him in the gut.
"You're here in the alleyway over a dead girl, I know you did it," I said as I drilled him in the face.
He came up and punched me in the jaw sending me back and said, "Look at her body you idiot. She was shot with bullets not arrows."
I reloaded one of my guns and fired a couple more rounds at him as he dodged out of the way and sent a volley of arrows back in my direction. I felt one hit me in the shoulder and send me falling on my ass, and replied to him, "Doesn't mean you didn't stash the gun someplace"
I raised my other piece at him just as he had an arrow trained at my head. A God damned Mexican stand off. Shit. He had me and I as him. This would most likely end with both of us dead if the girls didn't get here soon. Then he did something that surprised the hell out of me, he lowered his bow.
"If you're going to kill me then do it, but let me tell you who killed this girl his nam—" he said as a 100 pound pixie jumped down from the building above and kicked him in the back. Deadly Little Miho.
"Don't play with him Miho, just kill him," came a cold and careless voice behind me.
"Gail, don't!" I shouted, "He might not have killed that girl."
My valcorie walked up to me and slapped me in the face.
"How do you know that," she asked, "How?"
"He's a hero for one thing," I said, "Green Arrow, from Seattle."
Gail stopped and gave the sign for Miho to hold back. She took me aside and told me to follow her. I did.
"How do you know for sure that that guy is really Green Arrow?" she snapped, "He could be and imposter, we've had plenty people who claim to be heroes be here. He could just be lying to try and get on our good side."
"I've seen enough of him on the news to know that it's him, hell I've photographed the guy before," I responded, "How he fights, how he hits, how he shoots; he's the real deal. He's after the guy who killed Market I think. The guy who ran against Rourke. If that is him then I don't think he's the guy who killed that lady back there."
Gail stood there then nodded and we walked back down the street. Miho had a sword across Arrow's neck. He did not look happy as his hood covered his face. His eyes the only things visible through the shadows of it.
"I'm only going to ask this once and if I believe you then you can walk out of here alive, if not then Miho makes you a little shorter after she takes off you head. Do you understand?" I said with cold calculation.
"Yeah," he said, "I understand."
"Good," I replied, "Now then did you kill that girl and if you didn't then who did."
"I didn't kill her," he responded as blood on the ground from his lip, "Deathstroke the Terminator aka Slade Wilson did."
He was being honest. I could tell that much. I told Miho to let him go and I helped him up. Right as I did he punched me in the mouth and was facing Gail's guns and Miho's sword pointed right at him.
"I owed that bastard a good one," he said, "So I decided to pay up."
They kept their weapons on him until I pulled myself up and told them it was fine. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it and told Arrow to come with me back to the hotel. As he hesitated to leave his car in Old Town I told him Gail would make sure that no one would steal it.
On the way back he explained everything that had been going on. What Slade had done. When I heard how he blew the girl apart I felt my blood boil and my anger rise.
We walked in and Clive was surprised to see us both standing there alive and walking in together. His eyes got wide and he hid behind the table. Damn coward. I told Arrow that I would talk to him in the morning and that he was going to need my help since I knew Sin City like the back of my hand. He begrudgingly agreed. Tomorrow was a new day and it would be a day that streets would run red and hell met it's maker. Tomorrow I swore I would kill Deathstroke.
