Sorry it's been a while, and that this is a rather short chapter, but next chapter will be much longer, I promise. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this.

A few weeks had passed and life seemed to carry on. Prometheus seemed to up and vanish, although no one was foolish enough to believe he was finished with them for even a moment. Things were obviously still tense between Felicity and Laurel, as Felicity was holding onto her grudge. Oliver couldn't exactly say either of them were wrong. Felicity's reaction was perfectly natural and Laurel had only been a second ahead of him in taking the shot. Thankfully, neither of them were letting this get in the way of doing their job but Oliver knew he had to do something and soon. The only saving grace was that only Curtis seemed to think Felicity was right. Thea, Rene, Rory, even Diggle admitted that Prometheus had played Laurel.

Diggle was still stuck in military prison, but thankfully Adrian had managed to keep him there instead of letting Walker have him, preventing Diggle's murder. But they were still no closer to proving that Diggle had been framed by Walker.

Military prison

Morning

"How you holding up?" Adrian asked Diggle as the three of them sat down.

"Well, Walker's gonna have custody of me in a week, so," Diggle shrugged.

"As soon as Walker has custody of John, he's gonna throw him in a hole," Oliver pointed out.

"Maybe not. I've got a buddy at the national security agency. Turns out they have General Walker under investigation and were putting together quite the case-wire transfers and some keyhole satellite images of his movements with the nuclear trigger," Adrian explained.

"That's enough to exonerate John," Oliver realized.

"Except I don't like the way you said 'were building a case' just now," Diggle said.

"Walker has friends in high places, managed to get the investigation slow-rolled," Adrian informed regretfully.

"The file still exists," Oliver pointed out.

"I've made a FOIA request, but considering all this is classified, that could take months, maybe even years," Adrian said.

"Time we don't have," Oliver noted grimly.

"Sorry I don't have better news," Adrian apologized.

"You have gone above and beyond already," Oliver said, holding out his hand for Adrian to shake.

"Unfortunately, I'm gonna be out of town for a few days. Family emergency," Adrian explained.

"I get it. Family's important, spend time with them while you can," Diggle said.

Adrian nodded before walking out.

"Well, Felicity's gonna love hacking the NSA," Oliver said dryly.

"How's she holding up?" Diggle inquired.

"We don't talk much anymore. But she seems like she's holding it together," Oliver said and Diggle nodded.

"And what about Laurel?" Diggle asked and Oliver was taken back.

"Since when do you care?" Oliver asked pointedly and Diggle winced.

"I deserve that. I had a lot of time to think while I've been in here. And I realized that I owe you an apology," Diggle said and Olivier was confused. "For years, I've lectured you about having blind spots when it comes to Laurel and Sara while I've had a blind spot when it comes to Felicity. It was my blind spot with Andy that got our Laurel killed."

"No one blames you for that John. And our Laurel wouldn't either," Olivier quickly assured him.

"But I do," Diggle said furiously. "And I always will. And I will never be so blinded by emotion that it costs someone their life…ever again."

Thea's apartment

Same time

Laurel was looking at a news article about Billy's death. Oliver and Lyla had managed to cover it up as a car accident but the SCPD were suspicious, given the deactivation of his GPS. As she looked at the news article, she couldn't help but remember a time where everything was so much simpler.

Central City, several years ago

Night

Laurel got in after a long day. It had been a week since Logan had saved her and she was still no closer to answering the questions she had than she was then. As she walked in, she saw an envelope on her kitchen table. She paused, knowing it had not been there when she had left. Walking over to the table, she saw a note by the envelope.

'Thought this might help, Vic' it read.

Victor Sage, or Vic as he preferred, was a private detective Laurel had hired to dig up anything on Logan. Laurel put the note down and grabbed the envelope, opening it. She pulled out a picture and stared in shock. It was a black and white photo. Logan was in it, in what appeared to be a bar with some other men, all dressed in military uniforms. Laurel turned the photo over and stared at what was written on the back.

'James Howlett and the Howling Commandos, December 24th, 1942' it read.

Star City

Now

Adrian walked into the apartment, looking around. As he closed the door, his hand flew out, catching a flechette, stopping it mere inches from his face.

"You are still as sharp as ever," Talia noted as she stepped into view.

"So, did you make any progress?" Adrian asked, throwing the flechette to the floor and Talia nodded.

"The woman you are looking for is in Hub City. Her name is Dinah Drake, although she also goes by Tina Boland. She was a member of the Central City Police Department before her partner, Vincent Sobel, was murdered. Now she is on a crusade of vengeance to kill the man who murdered him. Sounds familiar, does it not?" Talia said with a knowing smirk, which Adrian returned.

"A girl after my own heart. I think it's time I paid a visit to Hub City. See if I can…help her with her revenge," Adrian said as a wicked smirk graced his face.

In the comics, Logan fought alongside Steve and Bucky in World War Two, so this was my little nod to that.