I went to Thea's hearing with Moira and Oliver. The judge said she will go on to trial, if Thea Queen can't get away with it, no one can. Oliver left to go to the police station to give some information to the police about the drug, Vertigo.
Over the next few days I didn't see much of him. I don't blame him, he's worried about his sister. I'm worried, too. I'm supposed to be a witness at Thea's trial, since I was in the car with her.
"My father was able to get Judge Brackett to back off his hard line stance." Laurel told Thea when we got seated in the lounge.
"Your father hates me." Thea commented.
"No." Laurel, Oliver and I said at once.
"Quentin hates him." I said, nodding at Oliver.
"Look, nobody asked you to get involved." Thea told Laurel.
"I did." Oliver replied and Thea stared at him.
"The judge has agreed to a sentence of 500 hours of community service and two years of probation. Provisional on the appointment of someone to act in loco parentis." Laurel said.
"In loco what?" Thea asked.
"It means that the court will appoint an individual to assume responsibility for you." Laurel explained. "Me."
"I say thanks, but no thanks." Thea said.
"Thea!" Oliver got her attention, "You don't actually have a choice."
"Oh, actually, I do." Thea smiled, "See, I'm actually 18 now and I can make my own decisions. So I decide not to be your ex-girlfriend's office monkey."
"Well, if you change you mind, then." Laurel stood up and Oliver went to walk her out of the room before turning back to Thea,
"Thea... you're in trouble, and rightly so. Doing drugs and driving? It is beyond stupid. Especially when there was a passenger with you! That is a good deal that Laurel got you. Why aren't you jumping at it?" Oliver asked.
"I already have a mother."
"So..." Oliver paused, "You're going to go to jail and it will ruin the rest of your life."
"No," Thea chuckled and stood up, "I want to ruin mom's life. She's a liar and a cheat. I mean, deal with it, Ol. You can pretend all you want to that she's a saint, but I hate her. And she betrayed dad."
"So you're just- you're going to jail just to spite her?!" Oliver questioned. "Thea, mom didn't cheat on dad. He cheated on her."
I looked up at Oliver. Really?
"Is that the best you can come up with?" Thea asked.
"Dad wasn't the man he said he was. On 'The Queen's Gambit' right before he died, he admitted to me that he failed us. You. Me. And mom. That he wasn't the man he said he was and that he just wished... he wished he had more time to right his wrongs." Oliver said sadly.
"I don't believe you." Thea replied.
"Yes, you do."
"Leave me alone." Thea ordered before going upstairs to her room.
Oliver turned towards me, but before he could speak his eyes went to something behind me.
"How dare you." I turned around and saw Moira.
"She was old enough to know the truth." Oliver defended and Diggle came in.
When she left Diggle came towards us, "Oliver, the Russians called. The meet is set. It's tonight."
"Whoa, what Russian meeting is tonight?" I asked.
"Come on." Oliver told me.
We got into the car and Diggle drove us towards the nightclub and Oliver explained it all to me.
"I want to come, too." I told him.
"Uh, no. That's out of the question." Oliver replied.
"Why not?" I asked.
"What do you mean 'why not'? It's too dangerous, Adela." Oliver answered.
"I can fight!" I exclaimed.
"Just because you took down a douche bag with a couple of hits and managed not to get killed by some assassin chick doesn't mean you can fight! I'm dropping you off at the nightclub and you're going to wait for us." Oliver said.
I crossed my arms and stared at the window. Once we got to the nightclub, I got out and slammed the door behind me before Oliver could say anything and stomped into the building and over to my stash of my dark clothes. I quickly changed and went into the basement to the computer.
Oliver doesn't know, but I turned on the GPS on his phone about a month ago. I quickly got his address and went to go find him.
"You know why they call him the count?" A bald Russian guy from behind Oliver asked, "When he was developing this drug, he experimented on the homeless. Prostitutes, runaways. The police would find their bodies, puncture marks on their necks, like a vampire."
A car drove by and I hid in case they saw me and put my hood over my head, "You should not be in such a hurry to meet this man."
The car stopped and a young man in dark clothing holding a file got out of the passenger seat and bodyguards followed him. Oliver held up his hands in surrender as one of the men searched him for weapons and moved onto Diggle.
"Thank you for this." The Count held up the file, "But I'm not overly concerned about the SCPD. Now, I understand you gentlemen wish to participate in the feel good business."
"Yes." Oliver said.
"And why is that?" The Count asked.
"Well, I am opening a nightclub, and I'd like my customers to have a little... something extra." Oliver answered.
"Well, as it happens, I'm looking to expand my brand." The Count replied and a man brought out a briefcase, "A good wine's value is measured by its vintage. The number of years it took to ferment. Vertigo is measured in lives."
He opened the case, and I couldn't see what was inside until The Count pulled out a bag of the Vertigo, "56 people died to perfect this high. Believe me when I say that they did not die for nothing."
He handed the case to Oliver and I saw blue and red flashing lights and tires squealing.
"SCPD! Put your weapons down!" Quentin yelled, aiming his gun.
Guns were shot and they fled. The Count ran and Oliver followed behind him. He punched The Count's bodyguard and followed him down the steps and I followed also. I saw The Count inject something into Oliver's chest,
"No witnesses."
I pushed past Oliver and kicked The Count down the rest of stairs. I felt a hand on my arm and I turned to face Oliver,
"Who are you?" He asked, looking a bit dazed.
"You're guardian angel, apparently." I replied, breaking out the British accent.
He reached for my hood and I backed away. I looked down at where the Count was and he was gone. I saw Diggle appear and I ran. I knew I needed to get back to the nightclub to help Oliver when he and Diggle got back.
I quickly got rid of the clothes and only a few minutes later Diggle came in dragging Oliver.
"Get his shirt off." I ordered and cleared a table for him to lay down on.
I went into Oliver's box and opened it and looked around for his bag of magic grass. Once I did find it and all of his little utensils, I began to do what I saw Oliver do months ago when Diggle was shot. Once it was ready, I rushed over to Oliver,
"Diggle, hold him down." I ordered.
Once Diggle got Oliver's arms restrained, I put the bowl to his mouth and had him drink it. Once I got enough into his mouth, he pulled away and screamed before passing out.
I sat there the entire night. Oliver would kick and yell and punch. I had Diggle put handcuffs around one of his wrists and connect it to the table. I sat next to Oliver, waiting for him to wake up.
"Morning." I smiled when he opened his eyes.
He pulled on his wrists and looked at the handcuffs.
"How you feeling?" Diggle asked.
"I feel like I'm getting the worst hangover of my life." Oliver grunted as he sat up and I sat down next to him.
"That coming from a guy who spent most of his twenties in a hangover, that's really saying something." I joked.
"You think you can uncuff me?" Oliver asked, "Not going to kill any of you. Promise."
Diggle came over with the key and uncuffed Oliver. Oliver rubbed at his wrist before standing up and I put one hand on his waist and the other on his left bicep to keep him steady.
"You're standing. That's pretty impressive." Diggle commented before throwing him a hoodie and Oliver leaned onto the table to put it on, "The Count only got you with half a dose, but you still sweated a small swimming pool coming down."
Oliver sighed, "The Count. Any chance our friends in SCPD took him down?"
"None at all, but we did manage to get this." Diggle held up the two needles that were struck into Oliver's chest, "Think we should analyze it."
"Listen, Ollie," I began when he began walking towards the computer, "Maybe you should give it a few hours. A near drug overdose isn't something you just walk away from."
"Neither is Thea." Oliver replied as he went to the stairs and left.
Diggle followed and I sighed, looking around. I needed to get ready for work. After my twelve hour shift at the hospital, there was an alert on my phone. It was Oliver's GPS on his phone. What is he doing in the Glades?
"Oh, God, Ollie." I mumbled before rushing to my closet.
I put on a pair of black skinny jeans and a dark green hoodie and I chuckled, Oliver and I matched. I grabbed a few knives from my kitchen and began to drive towards the detention center.
After watching him take down three guys and stumbling up the stairs, I dropped in behind him and he turned to kick me. I dodged and backed away, "Easy there, tiger."
"You. What are you doing here?" He asked.
"Well, I've decided to help out since... you're recovering from a hangover?" I answered.
"Who are you anyway-"
"Look, we don't have time for this. Are we going to stop The Count or not?" I replied before continuing up the steps.
A man came through a doorway and I grabbed his arm and flipped him over a few moments before I was kicked in the back, sending my to the wall. The other man came towards me but Oliver punched him in the face, knocking him unconscious.
"Thanks." I whispered and he nodded.
As we continued up the staircases, more men came and we both took them down.
"He's here!"
"He who?"
"The Hood! And someone else!"
We came into the room and people ran and others shot. I used a knife to take down one of the men shooting at us and Oliver took down the other with a knife of his own.
"You should have stuck to your depraved elite." The Count said to Oliver, pointing a gun at him, "I am merely providing people with what they want. I am providing a public service!"
"So am I." Oliver replied before throwing a knife at The Count, knocking the gun out of his hand.
I stood to the side and watched as they fought and I saw Oliver stick a syringe into The Count's arm.
"Enjoy the fruits of your labor." Oliver told him before pushing the Vertigo into The Count's body.
"Freeze! Put down the needle!" Quentin yelled as him and two more police came in.
I quietly moved over to the window and escaped before they noticed me.