Police station
Afternoon
"I swear to god, I am gonna kill you Cisco." Barry nearly gagged as he entered the restroom wearing the janitor's uniform that had been provided for him; the horrid smell assaulting is nose.
"Whatever you say, janitor Allen," Cisco said unconcerned over the comms. "Just get to work."
Imagining Cisco's very painful death, Barry pulled out the scanner Cisco had given him and walked over to the walls. After running it along them for a moment, it let out a high beep, signaling Barry had found what he was looking for. Barry threw down the duffle back and unzipped it, taking out a power drill. He cut into the wall with the drill then, following up with an electric power saw and finally using a hammer to pick a rather large piece of the wall out. He set the piece on the floor and behind it was electrical wiring, an interface.
"Jackpot," Barry grinned as he pulled out the device Cisco had given him and placed it on the wiring.
Abandoned building
Same time
"Okay Barry, we've got eyes on four cameras." Helena said as the camera angles came on the screen of his computer.
"That's some high end stuff to. Marker optics, hundred degree field of view. Ten second insolation," Cisco whistled, impressed.
"Can't you just hack in and replace the image?" Sin asked.
"No, they've got an alarm built in. The moment I hack, they'll know I was in their system," Cisco explained. "This is the best I can do."
"You've done great Cisco," Oliver assured him as he placed a hand on the younger man's shoulder. "We're gonna need some fast cars to get this job done."
"Not just fast. We've got a hard right and a hairpin. We'll need something agile," Helena pointed out.
"My thoughts exactly. You guys handle things from here. Roy," Oliver looked over at his protégé. "Let's go get some cars."
"Hell yeah," Roy smirked as he got up.
Downtown Russia
Night
Oliver pulled the car into the garage and turned the car off before he and Roy got out.
"Oliver, where exactly are we?" Roy wondered as he looked around, noting the cars and the armed men.
"This is the Garazh. Russian for Garage. It's the hotspot for black market deals on automobiles," Oliver explained as they began looking at the cars. "Look around Roy, take your pick. Because you're the one who's gonna be seen driving it."
"Well, I always wanted one of those," Roy eyed a red Comoro.
"It's your color to," Oliver quipped and Roy playfully shoved him.
"Excellent choice Gentlemen," a Russian man walked over, speaking in heavily accented English.
"Thanks, we'll be taking it," Oliver said before the man pulled a gun on him, as did all the armed men in the room.
"Do you think I wouldn't know who you are Mr. Queen?" The man sneered.
"No, I was counting on it actually," Oliver said calmly.
Oliver suddenly reached out, grabbed the man by the arms and tossed him to the ground, taking his gun from him in the process. Oliver then looked up and opened fire as a fire fight began. Oliver got one of the armed men in the chest as Roy jumped upon the car hoods, using them as a road to some of the armed men. Roy tackled one of the men, grabbing his gun as he elbowed him in the face, following up which a kick to his stomach. As the man went down, Roy whirled around and opened fire, getting another man in the shoulder. As he went down, Roy grabbed the man's gun in his other hand and opened fire as more armed men approached him.
Oliver grabbed the arm of one man, flipping him over and slamming his head down hard onto the hood of a car, knocking him out cold. Oliver then whirled around, firing at the man behind him, getting him in the chest. As the man fell to the floor, Oliver whirled around and punched another man before grabbing another and slamming him into the side of a car hard enough to knock him out cold.
Soon enough, the only man left standing is the one who had first pulled a gun on Oliver. He looked like he was about to wet himself, falling to his knees as Oliver and Roy approached him.
"Please don't kill me!" He pleaded in pure fear.
"Trust me, if he wanted to kill you, you'd be dead." Roy said as he gestured with his head towards Oliver.
"I want two things from you. First, I want the car keys to the Comoro," Oliver said and the man practically threw them to Oliver, who caught them expertly. "Second, I want you to tell Drakon who did this. And tell him that no matter what he does, he won't be able to stop me. I stopped Kovar and I'll stop him to. He's no different that any other psychopath I've gone up again, just another name in my ledger. And I'm coming for him next."
Sorry, but come on, how is that not the perfect place to stop it? Next chapter will be longer than this, I promise.
