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"Wait, why are we back here again?" Laurel asked, clearly forgetting the purpose of returning to the department.

"I'm trying to get in touch with an old friend." Quentin explained, taking out his phone. "I think he was involved in a case a while back that could be connected." The phone rang a few times, before an older man's voice spoke into the line.

"Hello?" The man asked.

"Hi, Mike." Quentin greeted, turning on speaker phone. "It's been a long time."

"You're damn right." Mike Norris replied. "Been meaning to come down and have a drink with you, but I've been tied up with work."

"That's actually what I'm going to ask about." Quentin continued. "Didn't you once tell me you were apart of a case about a doll?" There were a few minutes of silence, before Mike finally spoke again.

"There was a serial killer named Charles Lee Ray that I had tracked down and killed in the winter of '88." Norris began. "But he had found a way to put his soul into that of a doll with red hair, and was given to a young boy named Andy Barclay. The doll killed his old partner, and tried to kill me, but I ended up shooting him in the heart, the only place that was fatal to him."

"But then how come he could be here?" Laurel asked.

"Don't know." Norris said truthfully. "But I did here that he came back a few times over the past twenty eight years."

"If he really has returned, we have to warn Oliver as soon as possible." Laurel announced.

"Oh yeah, I think the Green Arrow is more than a match though." Mike responded, and before the Lances could say anything, he added, "I'm a detective, Quentin. It was pretty obvious."

"Thanks, Mike. You've been a big help." Quentin thanked, before ending the call. "C'mon, we have to get back to Felicity."

Flashback

"Mister Queen." Reiter called out, as Oliver and Conklin approached the Baron's tent. "I was wondering where you had wandered off!"

"I'm sorry." Queen falsely apologized. "I was just scouting the perimeter, and must have gotten lost."

"You said you've been on the island for four years." Reiter pointed out. "I doubt you would get lost."

"There are some places even I haven't been to." Oliver explained. "That cave Constantine led me to a few days ago? I didn't even know it was there!" Reiter looked at him long and hard, before making a decision.

"Alright, Mister Queen." Reiter declared. "You still have my trust… for now." Oliver nodded, and after getting a glare from Conklin, still having some of the scars from the beating, left to go back to the forest.

Now

The Bunker

Felicity arrived back at the Arrow Cave, and she and Thea continued looking through street cams for the killer.

"Nothing's coming up." Thea complained. "How the Hell are we supposed to find this guy?"

"Maybe you're not looking hard enough." A voice suggested, and Malcolm Merlyn walked into the Bunker. Thea stood up, knife in hand.

"What do you want?" Thea growled.

"I've come with information." Merlyn replied, throwing up his hands in surrender. "The… thing that Damien Darhk summoned is a murderous doll named Chucky."

"You're lying!" Thea yelled. "That doll is a myth!"

"Can you honestly say that, after seeing what Darhk can do?" Malcolm asked. "And I don't lie to my daughter."

"Yeah, that's cute." Thea snorted. "What about the man on the mountain?"

"I was only trying to help you-" Malcolm tried to say, but was interrupted.

"NO!" Thea snapped. "Stop trying! Because everytime you try to 'help', you just make it worse!" Malcolm had a pained expression on his face, and just left, leaving Thea and Felicity alone.

"You should have heard him out." Felicity suggested.

"Why?" Thea asked. "Everything he has told me has been a lie!"

"But he's still your father." Felicity insisted. "My father left my mother and I, and I would give anything just to see him again."

"But talking about an urban legend?" Thea asked. "Is he serious?"

"The description Oliver gave might fit." Felicity reasoned. "And he is the leader of the League of Assassins… it is worth a shot."

"Let's just wait until Oliver gets here." Thea decided. "He'll know what to do."

Diggle's Apartment

Oliver took a deep breath, before knocking on his friend's door. After a few moments, the door opened, revealing Diggle.

"Hey." Diggle greeted. "What do you need?"

"I'm going to interrogate the detective working on the case." Oliver told him. "Maybe we could compare notes."

"Good idea." Diggle replied. "Hang on, it'll take a few moments before I get my uniform on…"

The Glades

Detective Bradley Vincent entered his small home, turning on a couple lights. It had been a few years since that earthquake, and nearly no one recovered from the attack. As Vincent went to make himself a pot of coffee, the lights flickered out, then back on to only a dim. Bradley frowned, and heard a high pitched cackle.

"Who's there?" Vincent asked, drawing his gun. The detective entered the living room, hearing light footsteps in there. The detective crouched down, looking under the couches, and heard footsteps behind him. Bradley whirled around, turning the safety on his pistol off, and went into the dining room. After seeing no one for a few moments, he turned back around, and the last thing he saw was a living, breathing doll, stabbing him through the head with a green colored arrow.

"Ooh, is that one of the prank arrows?" Chucky snickered. "It looks so real!" The detective's body slumped over, and Chucky climbed up onto the table, sitting there and posing like a doll.

Green Arrow and Spartan entered Bradley Vincent's house, hoping to get answers. What they found was the man dead, arrow in the head, with a short, red haired doll sitting on the table.

"What the Hell happened here?" Oliver asked out loud.

"Why not ask him?" Diggle asked, pointing to the doll. "He must've done it."

"The doll?" Oliver asked. "Seriously?"

"I had a friend show up recently." Diggle explained. "He told me that there was a doll named Chucky who terrorized him. I didn't believe his story the first time, but now…"

"Hi, I'm Tommy!" The doll suddenly said in a high pitched voice. "And I'm your friend till the end! Hi dee ho! Ha ha ha!"

"But a doll? Really John?" Oliver asked.

"Can you really rule it out, after Darhk, after the Lazarus pit?" John asked.

"Fine." Oliver sighed. "Let's at least take it to the Bunker. We'll have Felicity try to match it with anything." Despite Diggle's protests, Oliver picked up the doll and left the house, going back to the Arrow Cave.