Benjamin Turner. The Bronze Tiger. A man with numerous connections. Known to have connections to The Chinese Triad. Another group to deal with at another time. A man of many talents. Rumored to be a master martial artist and is equally as deadly when a knife is in his hands. His true fighting style. A man that has escaped capture many times before. When he hadn't he wasn't held for long. Yet another speciality of his. A stealthy man that has escaped out of prison right from underneath the guards noses. The last stepping stone in their way before they could finish this fight. Could finish this mission. To be allowed to return back home not ever having to worry about anybody or anything coming after them ever again. But now they were in unknown terrain. In a city that neither of them have ever been too. In a city in which they knew he called home. Or so they thought. If they didn't find him here then they would have him come to them. Afterall it would be very fitting after the way he had attacked their family. Had gone out of his way to enter The Lance Residence and attack her father leaving large gash wounds across the older man's chest that luckily had been tended to in time by quickly responding medical personnel. An attack he would pay dearly for after this night. They always made it a rule to never involve families. To never involve children but this time the rules have been changed. He made the rules. He changed the rules and now he would have to pay the price. They just hoped his family wouldn't have to do the same. A family that they can picture now as they slowly drive up a quiet street with no headlights on.
Picture a baby boy at the age of four running around the table with a toy in his hand while his mother tries to get him to come back to the table to eat his dinner. A plate that is nearly full except for a few bites. Picture this ruthless man sitting in his seat laughing and smiling at what he is seeing before he raises his hands up in surrender when he is scolded by his wife. A picture they could see for themselves in the years to come once this is all over. An image that would become a reality once they were back home with their baby boy that is waiting for them to return. Just waiting to see their faces again. And it would happen soon. There are only two more left on their list. Two more people that need to be dealt with. This wild Tiger and the one holding the end of his leash. But first they needed to put down this beast before frying bigger fish.
Perhaps a sleeping tiger right now as Laurel pays a glance towards the clock on the silent stereo seeing it read eleven o'clock pm. It would only be fitting. Would only be right since he had done the same exact thing to them along with that bitch with the katana. A memory she remembers perfectly to this day. Remembering how they had just returned home from the hospital after checking up on her father. Remembering how they were putting Connor to sleep in his crib next to their bed when suddenly the sound of their house front door being kicked in echoed through the entire house. This sudden commotion that made her on instinct grab a hold of her baby while Oliver retrieved a handgun hidden underneath the nightstand next to their bed. After that moment everything had become a blur. The battle that took place between Oliver and their attackers with her doing everything she could to protect over Connor. A battle that would end up with a death once she saw Oliver being slashed with the very same claws that she knew her father had been attacked with causing her to let out a mighty canary cry sending this masked katana wielding assassin through wall after wall of their home before her lifeless body smashed through the sliding doors leading to their back deck landing down with a sickening crunch making this tiger retreat with his tail between his legs.
A tiger that after months of digging they have finally found here in the heart of Chicago. At least that was what the latest intel said anyways. Murder cases with the same mo that could be found in his case file. Victims that would be avenged on this night as quietly Oliver parks the vehicle and turns off the ignition before he reaches behind his seat digging into an open bag and hands Laurel a black ski mask. A mask that she puts over her face as she sees him doing the very same before she retrieves a handgun from the bag behind her and cocks back on the barrel. It wasn't usually her style to use guns. If she was telling the truth thanks to her husband now she was more of a bow and arrow type of gal but exceptions can be made from time to time and this was one of those times. A handgun that she quickly clasps a silencer to the end of before she exits out of the vehicle silently closing the door behind her with a click and heads up towards the house following behind Oliver a short distance away with her body ducked down into an almost kneeling position. A house that screamed out ordinary. Small interior. Small backyard but not too small. A small porch leading up to the front steps. A house much like their own. They may be rich but that doesn't mean they don't enjoy the simple things. Details they pay no mind to as they sneak around the house staying close to the shadows before they end up towards the back door of the house with luckily no lights on outside. A situation that makes Oliver put down his gun quietly to the ground and take out a lockpick before he quickly gets to work picking the lock while Laurel stays on guard listening and watching for any signs of life. A lock that comes undone within moments before he picks up his gun and quietly opens the door allowing Laurel to go in first with her handgun pointed in front of her.
A house that is so silent. Too silent as they close the door behind them and make their way through the kitchen. Make their way through the living room that is littered with children's toys all across the floor as they make their way towards a staircase right across. A staircase as they near suddenly makes them pause when they finally hear a sound. A sound of a snore. A snore that they follow finding a large pitbull sleeping nearby. A dog they can't help but stare at before suddenly the dog's eyes flutter open as though sensing them. A dog the moment it sees them starts to growl dangerously until before it has a chance to bark alerting the household the sound of a silenced bullet whizzing through the air connecting into the dog's head is silently heard. A bullet that comes from the smoking barrel of Laurel's gun making Oliver look away from the lifeless dog's eyes to look at her with shock and a bit of question in his eyes. Lowering down her firearm glancing at Oliver seeing his gaze upon her shrugging her shoulders Laurel gives him a pointed look.
" What? I'm a cat girl. You know that."
Nodding his head silently after a few moments of silence a small grin comes across Oliver's face making Laurel tilt her head in confusion with a bit of challenge in her eyes.
" You don't have to remind me. I still remember that sexy cat costume you wore one year for Halloween."
Seeing his widening grin rolling her eyes despite the smile that is coming across her face suddenly as she sees the grin across his face vanish making nothing but confusion enter into her mind without having a chance to react suddenly Laurel feels Oliver close the distance between them and spin her around before a silver claw comes down in a slashing motion cutting across through her husband's jacket making him drop down to one knee. Snapping up into a shooting position the moment she sees Turner leaping back to avoid an elbow from Oliver instantly Laurel pulls back on the trigger causing silenced round after round to soar through the air. Round after round to her shock are deflected away with a series of slashes coming from Turner before the moment she hears the clip go dry with a growl she chucks the firearm away and stalks her way towards him. A man that waits for her to close the distance before she quickly has to dodge to her left to avoid a claw slash only to have to do so again to her right. Slashes that thanks to her enhanced speed allows her to avoid every single slash being directed her way as she sees out of the corner of her eye Oliver turning towards them with his firearm drawn before he sends a round that connects straight through Turner's right leg making the man drop his guard and hunch over giving her the opportunity to smash her right boot viciously into the assassin's chest sending him back into the darkness. Paying Oliver a quick glance seeing a look in his eyes that tells her all she needs to know stalking through the darkness after Turner instantly Laurel is forced to side step to the side when the assassin leaps towards her with his claws pointed forward. A sidestep she makes him regret when she drives her boot straight into his vulnerable knee making a scream of pain escape his lips before without breaking her stride she grabs a hold of his head and smashes his head vicious into the side of the open doorway making the wall crack as pieces of the wall go flying. An assassin that slumps to the ground at her feet with only one hand on the wall keeping him upright. This outstretched arm that is suddenly grabbed in a vice grip hold before a sickening snap followed by a scream is heard when an elbow lands viciously down into his wrist shattering it instantly. A scream she wouldn't be surprised could be heard by the neighbors but she pays no mind to that as she reaches down and swipes the claws off from his injured hand before quickly doing the same to the other making him snap up to stare at her with nothing but anger in his eyes.
" You little bitch!"
Smiling sweetly down towards him in a sudden move rearing back Laurel smashes her knee right into Turner's face snapping his head back before the moment she sees him breathing heavily from the ground with his face turning crimson from his severely broken nose glancing back towards her husband seeing him rising slowly to his feet instantly Laurel is by his side helping him up with nothing but concern in her eyes. Concern that is seen before it is waived off.
" I'm fine. Besides, didn't you say that you dig scars?"
Rolling her eyes with a hint of amusement entering them from even how serious the situation is he can still find humor in it and make her smile shaking her head reaching down gently Laurel takes the handgun out of Oliver's hand and slowly leads him over towards Turner. An assassin that she doesn't hesitate in delivering a round right between his eyes when he looks back up in their direction before the sound of a door opening coming from the second floor of the house makes them turn to glance at each other before they make their way silently out of the room and back from where they once came. A backdoor the moment they exit out and start to round the house a loud ear piercing scream can be heard from the inside.