(1 Hour Ago…)

William remained still. He hadn't heard anything for a while now and when he decided the coast was clear, he poked his head up. He looked around, surveying the area around him and saw that no one was in sight. He let out a sigh of relief. He had stowed away on the van Alex and John had used to travel to the factory. He got out of the van using the back doors and hopped off. He looked around him, the vast landscape of the glades and how different it was in comparison to the central areas of the city. There was a lot of run-down buildings and trash everywhere. He turned his gaze towards the factory that was in front of him. It was huge, encompassing a huge amount of the area. He saw that the entrance had been forced open and assumed that it was because of Alex and John.

His heart was beating fast, his nerves shook his entire body and he had no idea why he had come here. What was his plan? He didn't know what to do, how he was going to do anything. The only thing he knew, was that he wanted to see Oliver. That thought had overwhelmed his mind and it was something he wanted desperately. With that, he slowly proceeds into the building.


The infiltration team had made their way through the factory. The interior was very large, with numerous corridors and a few large areas. Alex and John proceeded together, each covering one another's backs. They had not run into the enemy yet and with the areas that they had passed through, it seemed that there were not many people within the building, When they had reached the second floor, they came to a stop by a doorway. They treaded lightly, careful to not make any sounds. John peered inside, moving his head slowly and made out three figures in the room.

"There's three of them in there, and I recognise one of them." John whispered to Alex.

"Who is it?" Alex asked in a whisper.

"His name is Anatoly… an old acquaintance of Oliver's." John replied. Alex gave him an inquisitive look. "But… he's allied himself with the enemy, so we'll have to take him out." John turned his gaze back to the room and thought about a plan. They didn't want to make any noises, so shooting them would not be favourable. He looked at his hand, the one that was still injured and tremoring. He knew he couldn't risk shooting. "Okay, here's what we'll do. I'll go in first, you cover me. Once I get to one, you take out the other. As for Anatoly, we don't have to worry about him…" John said.

"Hmm? Why's that?" Alex asked.

"He's… more of a talker, than a fighter…" John said.

"Oh, alright…" Alex said. She pulled out her pistol and readied herself. She gave John a nod to signal she was ready. He noticed her pistol had a silencer on it, it appeared she came prepared and it gave a John a sense of relief. He returned his own and proceeded to move in.

He moved in slowly, crouched low so that they couldn't see him. Their backs were turned and were looking at the front. John neared one of them and jumped on him. He put his arms around the goon's neck and began to put him in a choke hold. The other two began to react and shifted their attention to him. Alex didn't let them have time and shot the other one in the leg. He collapsed and was on his knees. Alex ran into the room and saw that John still had his man in a hold. She turned to the one she shot and used the butt of her gun to knock him out. The impact immediately took him out and he laid, face forward on the floor. Anatoly began to stammer and tried to pull out his gun. Alex kept moving, she slided over the table and spun her body to kick the gun out of his hand. John finally put his man out as well and came up to join her.

"Nice moves there." John said, he was impressed with her skills.

"Thanks." Alex said, she smiled at his compliment. She pointed her gun and told him to back up to the wall.

"Hmph, you must be Oliver's friends." Anatoly said. His eye shifted constantly between the gun and the two standing before him.

"Where is he, Anatoly?" John asked, he didn't want to partake in any small talk. He didn't respond, he just keep his gaze on the gun. "I'm not here to play games! Where is he?!" John shouted, slamming his fist onto the wall next to Anatoly. He still did not budge an inch. John slowly backed off, staring intently into Anatoly's eyes. He felt Alex's hand pressed onto his chest and saw that she walked forward. John saw a cold look on Alex's face, one that he never saw on her. He stepped back, giving her room and she proceeded to grill Anatoly. She moved fast, raising her right arm towards his neck and grabbed him. Anatoly's body twitched at her sudden movement but froze with Alex's firm grip on his neck.

"I don't know who you are… and frankly, I don't care. But if you don't start talking..." Alex said, her eyes staring straight into Anatoly's. Her hand tightening around his neck. "... then my hand will grip harder… and who knows what'll happen at that point…". John was taken aback at Alex's handling of the situation. It was not something he had never seen before, but he didn't expect it to come from Alex. Anatoly's eyes began to show the fear he was experiencing, he grunted at the vice grip he had on his neck. Then, John saw it, something to the right of them, he couldn't make out what it was because of the low lighting but it was coming in closer.

"I would rather die… than tell you where that traitor is…! "Anatoly uttered, struggling to get the words out. The figure came in closer and it was Black Siren. She walked slowly, entering the room where the other three were in. John after realising who it was, tried to grab Alex's attention by grabbing her shoulder, but she did not budge and continued staring into Anatoly's eyes. Laurel raised her head and had begun to take a position. John knew what was coming next, he grabbed Alex and used all his strength to pull her with him. Laurel let out a cry, aimed at where John and Alex were standing, but John's fast reaction managed to pull them out of the clear. The cry went on ahead and hit the opposite wall, crashing into it. Rubble started to full and dust had begun to envelope the room. Laurel walked up to Anatoly, he was gasping for breath after being let go of Alex's grip. She whispered into his ear, "Get out of here." He looked back up at her, surprised at the situation. After he had processed, he left the room and made his escape.

John and Alex were on the other side, they began to cough at the sudden exposure to dust. It had clouded their view and they could not see what was going on. They scrambled together on the floor, using their hands that were placed behind them to navigate to the opposite wall of where they had been standing. Laurel let out a minor scream, piercing through the dust and clearing it completely. John and Alex slowly picked themselves back up. He raised and aimed his gun at her, Alex saw and reacted by doing the same thing.

"Still working for Cayden, Laurel?" John asked. Alex stared at Laurel, it was the first time they had met and she didn't know what to make of her. Laurel didn't exert any sign that she was threatened, even though they had her 2 to 1. It was perhaps due to the fact that she had faith in her ability.

"You guys are just looking to die, aren't you?" Laurel asked back. John didn't know how to gauge her. Every time they've come into contact, it was never clear where her allegiance was. But right now, it was apparent she was standing in their way.

"If you're not going to tell us anything we want to know, then move aside. We don't have time to deal with you." John said. He saw her eye flick downwards, staring at the ground.

"If it was that easy… then I would've…" Laurel muttered lowly to herself. It was barely audible but Alex managed to pick up what she said. What had that meant? She seemed to be on the opposite side, but those words didn't seem clear. But she didn't have time to think, she saw John make his move. He charged at her, whilst Laurel's eyes were still down. Laurel began to return her gaze and had begun to react to John's movement. He had gotten close, his arms reaching for her. She opened her mouth and tried to let out a scream. But John had made contact first and slammed her into the ground. The cry had flown out and had just missed John, scraping him by the shoulder. He proceed to slam the butt of the gun into her face which knocked her out. Laurel's face turned to the side and laid flat on the floor. John panted, catching his breath from the risk he had just taken. He got up from her body, looking down at her. Alex came in closer.

"Why didn't you just take the shot?" Alex asked. She saw John turned to look at her. It wasn't a matter of why he didn't but rather why he couldn't. If he had missed, Laurel would have retaliated, and who knows what would've happened. In this situation, he minimised the casualties with the most proficiency.

"I- I don't know… but it worked out, right?" John replied. Alex gave him a look but shrugged it off a moment later. Then, in the corner of his eye, he saw another figure walk by. It looked like someone who was short. He tried to go after it but Alex pulled him back with a question.

"What do we do about her?" Alex asked. His mind scrambled, he didn't know what to prioritise, he looked at the door then back at Laurel. He then looked at Alex.

"W-We just leave her, she should be up later." John said. After answering her question, he proceed as quickly as he could towards the door and looked outside. But there was no one in sight, the figure had disappeared. Alex caught up to him, surprised at his sudden movement.

"What's wrong?" Alex asked. John turned to look at her, the sudden realisation on his face at who the figure could've been.

"I-I think I saw William…" John replied. Alex's eyes widened at his answer.

"What?! Where?" Alex asked. She ran out into the hallway and looked around but couldn't see anything.

"He's gone… Damn it… we have to find him, quickly!" John shouted. Alex nodded, agreeing with him. They proceeded to head deeper into the factory.


Meanwhile, back in the holding room where Oliver was. The two of them had remained silent, listening to various sounds and noises go off in the background. It was painful for Oliver, he had no choice but to take a back seat and the smirk on Dragon's face wasn't helping. Between the chaos stirred from Cayden's actions and the mysterious guise of Dragon, Oliver didn't know what he had to worry about more. Then, out of nowhere, there was a bang on the door. Dragon lifted his head and headed towards the door. He opened it and on the other side was a grunt.

"Mr. Diaz! There was some noise coming from above sir! I think there's an intruder!" The grunt reported in.

"Then go deal with it! You wasted time coming to tell me." Dragon replied.

"I-I thought you wanted to know… I'm sorry, sir! We'll go deal with it." The grunt said, his voice was shaky and his body was trembling. He immediately ran off after finishing his sentence. Dragon walked back, a different expression drawn on his face. There was a slight irritation combined with the usual confidence he wore. He came to a stop in front of Oliver, pulling a chair that was near the wall and began to sit on it.

"Well… things are moving considerably faster than I anticipated. You really do have friends that care for you, don't you, Oliver?" Dragon asked, his eyes fixed on Oliver and Oliver was returning the gesture. Oliver didn't give him an answer, he was already exhausted and felt like it was not worth responding to. "Well, since we've reached this part, I guess I might as well do my part." Oliver saw now that he was more calm. It felt as if Oliver was finally going to learn something.

"Done with the charade then?" Oliver asked. He saw Dragon let out a scoff.

"Yes, it's about time isn't it? I will tell you what you desire so deeply to know… not that'll it do you any good. The first thing, is that whatever your girlfriend is achieving, won't matter a thing. Sure the people of this city will be grateful, throw all the praise they can at her, but when all is said and done, what then? They only do that, because they were saved, but yet they have the audacity to single out the same heroes that helped them. It's quite the hypocrisy, is it not? This city, it never has fully welcomed up to heroes and it never will. The Flash was here and all your other friends too, but yet despite all their efforts they aren't even remembered. All those previous threats that have occured in Star City. The Undertaking, The Mirakuru Soldiers, everything that has happened was because of you. Have you ever considered that if you hadn't ever started this… crusade, perhaps the city would be much different? Like it was before you came back to the city? Perhaps thing would be better off if they were. Heh, that's right… I'm not some madman who's hellbent on blowing up the city, oh no, I'm far from that. What I want, Oliver, is to simply make this city as it was once before. The city that you were hellbent on changing it from. Do you ever think about why they brought in that law? It's cause they fear change. I'm not seeking destruction, I am bringing... a revolution." Dragon said. Oliver was taken aback. He did not know how to process what Dragon had relayed to him. His true objective is to change the city back to how it originally was. The opposite of what Oliver was trying to do.

"But why Star City… why now?" Oliver asked.

"Oh, this hasn't been just recently, Oliver. I have been at this... for a long time. I already have allies within the system, people who answer to me. This city has been in my favour for a while and I simply need to do one final thing." Dragon said.

"What are you on about, what thing?" Oliver asked.

"Haven't figured it out? Let me put it simply then… Your city, well, it's been primed for a takeover. And the only thing in my way… is you." Dragon said. He slowly got up from his chair, staring down at Oliver. He looked back at him, confused with a slight dread to what his next action was going to be. Dragon raised his fist and slammed it into Oliver's face. Oliver's head turned to side from the impact and he immediately spit out blood. He didn't managed to exert a reaction before another fist came into contact. Dragon continued to pummel anyway at Oliver's face.


(Back to present time)

Kara had finally stopped the last stage of Cayden's plan. She threw the cargo plane into space and had returned towards Star City. As she descended, she heard the roar of cheer coming from the city. It was an overwhelming feeling, one that she had grown to known since she became Supergirl, but even now it was still a lot to take in. She neared the rooftop she was previously and saw Cayden in the same spot. She saw the look on his face, it was empty, there was nothing you manage to spell out, he just looked defeated. As she landed, he didn't say a thing, his head was buried, staring down at the ground.

"It's over… Cayden…" Kara said, her voice was low and she was still recovering from the adrenaline. He didn't have a response, he just stood there for a moment. He then lifted his head and stared at her.

"You've won…, Ms. Danvers…" Cayden said. Kara didn't have much sympathy for the man, as he was trying to nuke an entire city, but yet a side of her couldn't but help feel a little pity. "I threw everything into that plan… and I failed… there's nothing else for me… you can do whatever you want…". He said. He had risked everything to execute his plan and he hadn't intended for anything beyond it.

"I'm sorry… for what happened to your son. And whoever is responsible for him, I promise that they'll face justice. And this city… you're right. There is a darkness in this city, I have to acknowledge that, but… I won't give up on the belief that it can change." Kara said, she saw him let out a slight chuckle.

"Heh… you're naive." Cayden said. But his words didn't seem to affect her. He saw a firmness in her eyes.

"That may be so. But I'd rather die trying, than trying to die." Kara said. With that, she saw him lower his head, as if to ponder those words. They didn't have much time to do so as the door leading to the stairs busted open. The door swinging at high speed. Out poured numerous SCPD officers, spreading themselves out on the building. They aimed their weapon at Cayden and ordered him to surrender. One of them came in and began putting handcuffs on him. Telling him the conditions for his arrest. Then finally, Kara saw a woman appear, and she walked up until she reached Cayden.

"Nice to finally meet you, Supergirl. The name's Agent Watson. I'm with the FBI." Watson said, extending her arm for a handshake. Kara obliged and shook her hand. She turned around and told the officers to take him away.

"Seems you've heard of me, I haven't been around much." Kara said, she remembered the story Oliver told her about how they were keeping an eye on him. The officers proceeded to escort Cayden off the building which left Watson and Kara alone.

"Oh we've been watching you, ever since you showed up last year, with that alien threat. Anyway, I don't know what business you have for being here, but you don't seem like the type to mingle with Oliver Queen." Watson said. Kara narrowed her eyes.

"What that's supposed to mean?" Kara asked.

"It's just an observation. I'd highly suggest you don't keep in contact with him, if you know what's best." Watson said.

"Look, I don't know what your grudge is, with Oliver. But what I know, is that he's not the man you think he is… not anymore." Kara said.

"Hmph. Well… regardless, I must thank you for your actions in protecting this city. I think if there's something we can agree on, is that we have the interest of the people at heart." Watson said.

"You're welcome." Kara said, she turned around and took off into the sky. She had only begun flying when she heard a crackle in her comms.

"Kara! Oh, thank god!" Felicity said.

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Kara asked.

"I-It's Oliver! They found him… b-but… he's…" Felicity said but she began to trickle off.

"What is it?" Kara asked again.

"He's dying…" Felicity finally uttered, her voice was low and full of dread. Kara's eyes widen and her heart sank. It was words she didn't want to hear. The sudden urgence emerge from within and without a moment past she responded.

"Send me the location, I'm going!" Kara shouted and began flying. Felicity relayed over Oliver's location. "Hang on, I'm coming Ollie..".


It had been a while since William had entered the factory. He had wandered off on his own, trying to find any signs that would point him towards his father. He had heard a rumble coming from above and had gone towards that direction. When he arrived, he saw a woman walking into a room. He peered into the room and saw that John and Alex was there as well. Everything had gone by so fast, the woman let off a scream and moments later a man had exited the room. Scurrying off far away. He saw everything play out and the woman getting knocked out. He decided it was best to leave, knowing that they were okay and if they saw him they would no doubt try to get him to leave. So he proceed onwards, on his search.

He had gone deeper, he didn't know where he was, but it was a part of the building he hadn't come across. He had begun to take a few steps when he heard a slight sound. He followed the sound and with each step he took it became louder. It finally became recognizable and realised that it was the sound of someone getting beaten up. He saw a doorway from the direction the sound was coming and began to walk towards it. He treaded carefully, careful not to make any sounds. He reached it and stopped. His heart was beating incredibly fast, he was so nervous. He didn't know what was lying beyond the door, but he was curious to know. Slowly he began his moving head, peering into the room. What he saw, he had not brace himself to see. His body shook, and everything just stopped. It was the sight of Oliver getting punched continuously by another man. William instantly moved both of his hands to cover his mouth. He knew that he didn't want to make any noise. His eyes wide, basking in the horrific sight before him. He so desperately wanted to rush in there and help his dad out but he was so scared. He didn't know what to do, and just continued to watch his father get beaten. Each fist continuously ramming into Oliver's face and body. He began to think to himself, trying to calm himself down. He told himself that it'll be okay, a hero will show up and save the day. Just like they always do. They'll just pop up, just right in front of where he was and save him. They'll show up… they'll show up. But all William could see was Oliver getting beaten. His hands still around his mouth, he continued to watch, each of the punches getting landed on him. Until finally, he saw Oliver's head tilt, on it's side. The look that he had on his face was something that Oliver wouldn't ever say but his eyes were screaming. It was screaming… for help. When William met those eyes, his heart had skipped a beat and before he knew it, he was moving.

"N-No… William… don't…" Oliver mumbled, stuttering from all the pain. He had noticed William had reached the door but had kept quiet so Dragon wouldn't notice. But when William had burst into the room, his fear had come true.

William had moved. His legs had moved on its own and he was running straight into the room. He didn't know why or what had induced it but he was there and he felt a rush of adrenaline. He had no idea for what he was going to do. What was his plan? He noticed the man turned around and had finally noticed his presence. He was taken aback for a bit but it went away when he realised that it was just a kid. William kept a barrage of thought going on inside his head. What was he going to do? What would dad do in this situation? Then he remembered, the knife he picked up from the hideout. He reached for the knife in his pocket, and pulled it out. He kept his thoughts quick and on the spot. In this situation, he's going to underestimate me, so he will use that and strike. Dragon had begun to move but William had pulled the knife and had lunged it towards Dragon. Dragon managed to react and tried to dodge. He had managed to get away, with it scraping his side. William proceed to come closer, with the gap being closed with his lunge. He lifted his leg and kicked Dragon in the crotch. Then used both of his arms to push him on the ground. Dragon landed on his bottom, reaching for his crotch and squirmed for a bit in pain. William scrambled on top of him and took the keys. He ran immediately to Oliver and began to insert the key into the cuffs. His hands shaking and nerves trembling his body.

"Will… w-why… did.." Oliver muttered, his strength had gotten low. He saw William scrambling and trying to get the key into his cuffs.

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I…" William said, his voice full of urgency and tears streaming from his face. Until finally the key clicked into place and finally released Oliver from his cuffs. Oliver looked down and saw the look on William's face. He looked back at him and what Oliver heard shook him. "... I couldn't just stand there and watch you die, dad…". It was something he hadn't expected to hear and it struck something inside of him. But he didn't have time to process it before he saw Dragon standing before him. He tried to utter something and moved his body but the pain was too much to bear. Dragon grabbed William and had thrown him to the ground. He looked really irritated.

"I usually don't hit kids… but you struck first, it's your own fault." Dragon said, the throw he had used earlier had already knocked William out and he was lying defenceless on the floor. He raised his fist and had begun to lower it to hit him. But then a shot was fired, the sound of a gun had gone off. Oliver looked towards the door and saw that it was John who was holding a gun. He had fired a shot but it had missed, due to his tremor. But that's all that was needed, Dragon was caught off guard. Oliver knew that this was his only chance, he mustered everything he could and willed himself up. He launched himself towards Dragon and used his head to slam him onto the ground. Oliver dropped to the floor, the pain both from the impact and landing on the ground had amplified the damage. He let out a loud groan.

Alex and John poured into the room, John had gone to William and Alex to Oliver. She crouched next to him and began to try to help him. "Oliver! It's okay! Don't move too much." Alex said, trying to reassure Oliver. Dragon had started to get up, his hand on his stomach. Alex turned towards John. "Go, John! Get William out of here! I've got Oliver!" She shouted. John looked at them and then looked at William who was unconscious. He made up his mind and decided to believe in Alex. He gave a nod and took William out of the room. Alex turned her gaze back to Dragon who was standing before them. He let out a few breaths.

"Heh… well, this is definitely interesting. You know, there's only so much times you can get back up Oliver… Perhaps I ought to finally put you down." Dragon said. Alex rose to her feet and took a stance.

"I don't know who you are, but you're going to have to go through me!" Alex shouted.

"A nobody… and a half dead man. You really think you could beat me with those odds?" Dragon asked.

"You're welcome to try!" Alex shouted and she charged towards Dragon, initiating the fight between the two.

Oliver was still on the ground, his vision had started to get blurry and he was struggling to stay conscious. He lifted his head and tried to look at the situation. He saw that Alex and Dragon had begun fighting. He tried to get up, and slowly had begun to will himself up. Pushing through all the pain, he grunted with all his might.

Alex had missed a punch and Dragon grabbed her arm and used it to swing her body against the wall. Alex used her right leg to hit his arm and he let go, stumbling backwards. Then she saw something that surprised her, Oliver had gotten up. His footing was unstable and he was barely able to stand, blood was pouring from his face and body. He tried to attack Dragon while his back was turn, but he was too slow and Dragon caught him. He squeezed his grip on Oliver's neck and slammed him against the wall.

"You know, I'll give you one thing, Oliver… You don't give up that easily." Dragon said. There wasn't much resistance from Oliver and he had begun to tighten his grip. Alex jumped on his back and pulled him away from Oliver. She rode his back and tried to wrap her body around him, using it to restrain him. Dragon slammed her into the wall and loosened her grip on him. He then grabbed her and threw her onto the floor. Alex came into contact with the floor at full force. She tried to get up but Dragon ran in and kicked her in the face, knocking her out. He turned his attention back towards Oliver who was slouched against the wall. He looked back at him as that was all he could do. He walked over to Oliver and had begun to drag him to the centre of the room. And he went to go pick something and returned. Oliver laid there, unable to do a thing and all he could do was watch everything unfold.

"Funny… the tool that your son brought for your rescue… is the same one that'll kill you." Dragon said, he was holding the knife William was holding. Dragon didn't waste any time and crept down and plunged it into him. Oliver felt the heat, extreme heat, the meeting of the knife hitting deep into his flesh. He began to feel numb and he was barely hanging on to his consciousness. The last thing he could see was Dragon getting up from his body and had walked off.


Kara was zooming in on the location where Felicity had sent her. She reached it and immediately x-rayed it. She saw two people lying on the floor. She didn't think but proceed to plummet through the building, bursting through each floor, leaving a hole as a trail until she had finally reached the room. What she saw, was to her horror. Oliver laid there on the ground, blood flowing from his body. Her entire body shook, she froze for a few seconds. She powered through it and shook it off and rushed to his side. She had realised Alex was there near Oliver. It wasn't her intention but she completely ignored her. She reached him, and was on her knees. She lifted Oliver's head, resting it on her knees.

"O-Oliver! H-Hey! It's okay... can you hear me?... I'm here! Oliver, I'm here!" Kara shouted, her voice full of sorrow and fear. Tears had begun to flow from her eyes. It wasn't much but she heard the slightest of sounds coming from his mouth. "Please, don't…not like this… it just barely... and I...I haven't told you... yet… so please…" Kara said, her tears dropping onto his face. She almost didn't catch it, but she saw a flicker in his eyelid. She finally heard Alex's voice come through, who had apparently been trying to get her attention.

"Kara… good, you're listening… I managed to stop the bleeding… but he needs medical attention, right now!" Alex shouted. Kara noticed that Alex had pieces of clothing missing from her body. She had probably used them to help Oliver. She grabbed Kara by the shoulder. "You have to go, Kara! Now!" Kara turned and finally acknowledge Alex. She saw that she too had been bruised up.

"Oh, Alex! Oh my god, are you okay?!" Kara asked. She realised how she didn't notice her until now and felt guilty.

"Yeah, I'm fine... just focus on him. John's outside, I'll go meet up with him, you need to go... now!" Alex shouted. Kara didn't want to leave her sister behind but there was no doubt Oliver was dying. She looked at Oliver and began to think to herself. She can't take him to the hospital, there would be too much drama coming from that. Then it came to her, Star Labs. Barry and the others should be able to help. She moved quickly and gently. She placed both of her arms under his body and carefully began to pick him up. His head tilted backwards and his limbs laid downwards like a motionless body. She looked back at her sister one last time before she made her exit. Alex saw her sister go through and had finally left the room. She dropped to the floor and finally let all the pain she was holding out. "Sorry… Kara… but if I didn't do that… you wouldn't have…". She didn't finish her sentence before she lost consciousness.

Kara had flown as fast as she could and eventually arrived in Central City. She landed into Star Labs and her sudden entrance threw everyone off. Their eyes shocked at what they were seeing and processing what was happening. Kara turned to look at Barry. He was stunned just as everyone else was. He finally made out that Kara was holding Oliver in her arms and that this couldn't mean anything well. He saw the look on Kara's face as she stood there, her face looked like it was begging for help. She walked forward.

"Barry… please help…" Kara said, pleading with all her heart.


It had been an hour since what happened inside the factory where Oliver was held. A man was standing at the doorway, peering into the room. He was dressed in a cloak, the hood covering his head. He stood there as if he was lost in his thoughts. Another person showed up next to him. The man turned his head to face them.

"How'd it go?" the man asked.

"Pretty swell. I got her to Star Labs without anyone noticing. They'll just think that it was probably The Flash or something." the other said, this one was a woman. She saw the man nod his head, acknowledging what she said. He turned back to look into the room. "Oh, this is where it all began... Didn't it, Will?".

"Yes, it was here. The first time, it was here… with Dad." Will said. He put his head down, a smile drawn on his face. "Looking back on it now, there was no doubt what I did, was reckless and suicidal. But… because I did so, it opened the way, for something deep within, to come forth… and shape who I am now." He turned to look at her and she returned with a smile. "Anyways, we need to return. We can't stay here for too long… Lin. We did what we came here to do, to ensure that 'that' person survived, and they did. Now, we leave it up to them..." He turned around and began to walk away. Lin stood there, peering into the room. She too, basked in the thought of the events that happened here, even though she wasn't present for it. She drew a smile at the thought of them and muttered under her breath. "Good luck… you two. See you soon..."

"Hey, Lin! What's wrong?" Will called out. She shook her head to compose herself. She cleared her throat.

"Coming!" Lin answered. She turned around, making her way back and caught up with him.


(A Day Later…)

A day had passed since Cayden's attack on Star City. Thea and Quentin were holed up at Star City Hall, filling in as Mayor during Oliver's absence. There was a loud rumble coming in through the bottom levels, causing Thea and Quentin to be on high alert. Suddenly the doors flung open and Dragon stood before it. He was accompanied by a number of grunts by his side, each armed with a rifle. They began to storm in.

"W-What the hell is going on here?! Who the hell are you?!" Thea shouted, demanding to know the situation. Quentin tried to attack one of them but they attack him with the butt of the rifle, leaving with him an injury. Thea tried to aid him but the grunts pulled rifles to her face and forced her to stop.

"You know, you've done quite well, in Oliver's absence. But it's high time, you made your leave." Dragon said.

"What?! What are you talking about?" Thea asked, she had no idea what was going on.

"You don't need to know anything, just simply step aside." Dragon said, he gave a signal and the two had begun to be escorted out by the grunts. They tried to resist but the rifles that jammed in their direction prohibited any form of resistance. Dragon walked over to the window and he peered over, looking over Star City. He was standing in the Mayor's office that Oliver once stood in. "Well, this is a nice view. A perfect place for the family." With that ,he let out a chuckle.