Russia

Night

"Thanks," Oliver told Laurel as they moved towards the shipping depot.

"I should be thanking you. If Blondie gave me another of her dirty looks, I wasn't sure if I could stop myself from using my cry on her," Laurel said, only half joking.

The pair put on two black ski masks and moved out. A guard was on duty and Laurel kicked him, sending him don before he could even pull his gun on them. The pair of them then followed a man up some stairs and entered the building. The man and two armed guards were waiting for them. The guards opened fire but it didn't take long for Oliver and Laurel to disarm them and knock them out.

"You should've hired more guards," Laurel said as Oliver approached the terrified man.

Oliver grabbed him and tossed him out the window. The man landed painfully on his back as Oliver jumped down, grabbing the man's hand roughly.

"Anatoly Knyazev says you have two days to shut down your business. And here is two broken fingers to remind you," Oliver said before twisting two of the man's fingers.

The man cried out in pain as a sickening crack was heard. Oliver got to his feet and he and Laurel walked off.

Late, they were in a van, sitting their quietly.

"So, what was that?" Laurel inquired.

"Allegedly, a shipping depot but secretly, it smuggles in drugs and sell them illegally. Anatoly wanted it to stop," Oliver said and Laurel nodded.

"And why did we not tell the others we were doing this?" Laurel asked.

"Because they wouldn't be comfortable with this. You seem to be comfortable with everything. No offense," Oliver said and Laurel shrugged.

"You're not wrong. But something tells me there's more to it than that. This about Prometheus?" Laurel asked ad Oliver sighed.

"Prometheus is trying to convince me that I turn everyone's life I come into contact with to ash. And tonight, I watched John torture a man. And Rory, he said that Felicity crossed a line to get that Intel on Walker," Oliver said, filled with conflict.

"You also killed his father, so Prometheus is hardly an unbiased perspective," Laurel pointed out and Oliver was silent. "And from what Thea tells me, this isn't exactly the first time Diggle has crossed a line. And I think I'm living proof Felicity is not this innocent angel who's never done anything wrong."

"Okay, I get your point," Oliver said tiredly.

"I don't think you do," Laurel said and she looked over at her. "The way Thea tells it, those two like to do things just as morally ambiguous as you but it's okay for them to do it. For you, all they do is judge you for it. They may call themselves your friends, but they certainly don't act like it. They've convinced you that there is something wrong with being yourself. You can be better than what you were and still be you."

Oliver looked away, a thoughtful look on his face as he considered her words.

Central City, Earth-2, years ago

Night

"You told me that you would help me!" Laurel shouted at Logan.

"Things have changed kid. Before it was just Collins, but now it's the entire criminal underworld. It's too dangerous for you," Logan told her calmly.

"But not for you?" Laurel snapped.

"I'm the best at what I do kid, what I do just isn't very nice," Logan said calmly as he walked to the door. "But I promise that Collins will pay for what he did."

"Screw you!" Laurel shouted as Logan closed the door behind him.

Safe house

Now

"Where were you? You take Laurel somewhere?" Felicity said suggestively as Oliver walked in.

'Not like that. But if I had, it's none of your business," Oliver said sternly as Felicity opened her mouth. "We are not together, we are not friends. We are barely teammates at this point. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," Felicity said icily.

"Good. Where is Walker's man?" Oliver asked.

"Rory's keeping an eye on him," Felicity said as Diggle walked in.

"She means protecting him from me," Diggle said grimly.

"Can you blame him?" Oliver asked and Diggle was silent. "I thought not. Either way, we'll have the location within the hour."

"How?" Diggle asked as they stared at him surprised.

"Bratva," Oliver said simply.

"I thought Anatoly couldn't help us?" Felicity said confused.

"Unless you did some of the Bratva's dirty work," Diggle guessed and Oliver didn't answer. "Oliver, I thought you were trying to move forward."

"So you can torture people instead of me?" Oliver asked pointedly and Diggle looked away. "I am who I am. There's no changing that. But you two, you aren't me."

"You're the one who taught us that sometimes you have to get in the muck to get things done," Felicity pointed out.

"Something you two have judged me for, repeatedly," Oliver pointed out and they knew he was right. "You can't have it both ways; you can't go around doing things and then condemn me for doing the same things. I'm done apologizing for who I am guys."

"Um, guys?" the trio looked over as Rory walked into the room. "There are a lot of Russians outside."

Oliver turned and walked out, the others following him. Outside, Anatoly and the Bratva were waiting for them.

"I have Walker's location and men to fight," Anatoly gestured to the Bratva. "But we must leave now."

Oliver nodded before stepping forward.

"Let's move out," Oliver said and they cheered.

Russia

Later

Walker was making a deal when a sonic wave hit one of his men. The rest opened fire as Diggle, in his mask, jumped out, returning fire as Laurel jumped down, beginning to engage of his men.

"Green Arrow, Rag Man, tango headed your way," Felicity said over the comms.

Oliver tuned the van onto the area where the other van was trying to flee. The men inside opened fire but Rag Man used his rags to stretched out his arms and yank their guns away. Rag Man then yanked on the van, forcing it to stop. Oliver got out and Rag Man was next to him as Walker's men got out.

"Drop your weapons!" Anatoly shouted as the Bratva aimed their weapons at the soldiers.

In the hanger, Diggle slugged Walker, sending him down to the ground.

"Stay down you son of a bitch!" Diggle snarled.

"Who the hell ae you?" Walker asked confused.

Diggle took off his mask and Walker laughed in disbelief.

"You didn't expect to see me here, did you General? And no one's gonna believe that I was, but everyone is gonna know you tried to sell a nuclear bomb to terrorists," Diggle sneered.

"You're assuming I actually meant to sell the bomb to Markovians John," Walker said and Diggle's blood ran cold.

Oliver walked over to the van and his blood ran cold as he saw it was empty.

"The nuke isn't here," Oliver said over the comms.

"Walker was headed for the hanger, chances are that's where the nuke will be," Felicity said.

"Why the ruse?" Diggle demanded.

"Why sell a nuclear weapon once when I can steal it back and sell it to another rebel sucker?" Walker laughed.

Oliver pulled his van next to the hanger and he and Rory raced out. Felicity was in the hanger, looking at her tablet.

"You two need to get out of here," Felicity told them urgently.

"What's going on?" Oliver demanded.

"The bomb is in countdown mode, Walker must have triggered a failsafe when we entered the hanger," Felicity explained.

"Do it," Walker said as Diggle held the gun, aiming it at him. "You know you want to. Come on John, you have to. I have friends in high places John, and you have a wife and kid."

"Do it."

Diggle looked over his shoulder to see Laurel standing there.

"Go on, do it. You know you want to, just like he said. And you'll feel pretty good about yourself afterwards. At least until it sinks in what you've done. After that, you'll justify it to yourself, tell yourself you were protecting your family or the world or whatever. Until one day, that excuse won't cut it anymore and you realize that you killed him because you wanted him to pay for what he did to you. Revenge is like a poison; you kill yourself as much as you kill your enemy. So go on, do it," Laurel said.

"Can you disarm it?" Oliver asked as Felicity typed on her tablet.

"There's a trapdoor code, any attempt to disarm it will exponentially increase the timer. We need to get this into a plan, get it to a less populated area," Felicity said urgently.

"What like Havenrock?!" Rory asked angrily.

"This isn't the time to argue," Oliver said, trying to find a way.

"No, this is exactly the time," Rory said as a lightbulb went off in his head. "The rags, they survived Havenrock, they can survive this."

"You don't know that Rory!" Oliver said.

"I don't need to, I have faith. I can't get out of these; get out of here in case this doesn't work!" Rory shouted urgently.

Reluctantly, Oliver grabbed Felicity by the arm and all but dragged her out of there.

"Do it," Walker egged Diggle on.

"No," Diggle said, lowering his gun. "I'm gonna make sure you stand trial. See that justice is done."

Oliver tried to use his body as a shield in case Rory failed as a light flashed inside the hanger. But nothing happened. Oliver let Felicity go and rushed inside, Felicity behind him. They found the room completely intact. And Rory, surrounded by ashes, seemingly unconscious.

"Rory!" Oliver shouted.

"Oh my god!" Felicity said as they rushed over.

"He always gets the credit," Rory joked weakly as he sat up. "This comes with a promotion, right?"

Oliver simply smiled, glad Rory was alright. It was over.

Central City, Earth-2, years ago

Night

The criminal underworld leaders were meeting in a warehouse when, suddenly, a primal roar was heard. They looked up as Logan jumped down, his claws out and ready to go. The guards opened fire on him but Logan simply seemed to shrug it off. He whirled around, a blur of steel, bullets and blood. His claws cut through the guns of the guards as his slashed them, killing them. He whirled around, stabbing a leader in the chest and yanking it out before rushing another.

"What kind of monster are you!?" One of them cried out in terror as he held the gun on him.

"I'm the Wolverine," Logan said before stabbing the man in chest.

While all this was going on, Collins had tried to make his escape. However, as he rounded the corner, he turned and saw Laurel standing there. Her hands trembled as she held a gun, aiming it at him.

"Please, don't hurt me," Collins said holding up his hands fearfully.

"Do you know who I am?" Laurel asked her voice shaking. "My name is Laurel Lance. Quentin Lance was my father. Do you remember him?"

"Please, don't kill me," Collins said as he backed up fearfully. "What I did to Quentin was wrong, he was a good man. He wouldn't want you to do this."

"You're right, he wouldn't…but he's not here," Laurel said coldly.

She pulled the trigger and a gun shot rang out. The bullet hit him in the head as he fell back, dead. Laurel lowered the gun, looking at him impassively. It was over.

Honestly, one of the most annoying things about Arrow under Marc Guggenheims run is that Oliver is surrounded by people who regularly break his trust, stab him in the back, and judge him for doing things they themselves have done. Which is why Oliver lets violations of trust go so easily, because he expects it because Oliver has no self-respect because Felicity and Diggle and pretty much everyone have broken him down so much that it is honestly sad.