Part One of a Three Part Chapter Set On October 22nd, 2019.


Chapter Nineteen:

Isabel stepped out of the shower with a big smile on her face. Last night felt like something out of a very erotic dream. As Talia and Oliver stepped out, dressed fully, Isabel knew it was no dream, it was real.

"I have to say, my first thought was to kill you," Isabel said. "But, that's in the past now."

"Given the past between you and my father, I wouldn't be surprised," Oliver said. "But, that's in the past. I need your help in what you know about Starling City and what you know about Kovar."

Here Isabel looked a little bit reluctant. She was pretty sure Oliver could be able to talk her into skydiving out of a plane, without any means of protection. Oliver put his hands on Isabel's waist and pulled her close to him. He gave her a light kiss before pulling away.

Personal fun was over and it was down to business. Talia readjusted the sheath in her. It had some kind of weapon in it which Isabel was quite frankly glad she was not on the wrong end of.

"If Kovar is working alongside of HIVE, then...we have to deal with him," Talia said. "One of my father's most critical errors was leaving Damien Darhk out in the open for too long."

Perhaps Talia should not be too difficult on her late father. Darhk was the epitome of a cockroach, able to scuttle out of the trouble in a blink of an eye. To the point where it seemed as if he just kept staying one step ahead of everyone, and thus leading to massive amount of frustration.

"Yes, I understand," Isabel said.

The three stepped into the lobby. Suddenly, Talia stopped and withdrew her sword. Isabel and Oliver remained still and Oliver put his hand on his bow, the second Talia reacted. Ready to fire and shoot at a moment's notice.

"Someone was lurking around here," Talia said.

Talia broke into the next room and noticed a half eaten breakfast left behind. A nearly empty glass of Vodka showed the man or woman in the room had been Russian. And a trickle of blood down on the ground, with more leading into the bathroom, indicated there were some struggles.

"Russian gangster, with a taste for Vodka, but someone got to him," Oliver said. "And he tried to escape through the bathroom."

The marks on the wall and the broken bathroom window told more stories about how this gangster was not lucky. Someone dropped a phone on the ground and Oliver picked it up and fiddled with it, trying to think who it been onto. Someone purposely inputted the wrong password in their phone several times to get it locked.

A boot and glove laid on the roof outside of the bathroom and more splatters of blood.

"Go around to the other end," Oliver said. "Stick with Isabel, I'm going to follow the trail on the outside.


The figure in black moved crisply in the shadows. Isabel Rochev had been the key in finding Kovar, and where he had been holed up. She did locate one of Kovar's men, who had been lying in wait in Rochev's room. A struggle ensued, when the woman in black discovered this individual.

He tried to kill himself by throwing himself out of a window. When that little tactic failed, the always classic cyanide capsule in his teeth finished the job. The idiot purposely got his cell phone locked.

Okay, maybe not an idiot as well. The woman in black rifled through the pockets and found nothing incriminating. He did work for Kovar and waited in Isabel's hotel room. But, for some reason, Isabel was not there. Where was she?

The woman in black had to find Rochev, and find out about the weapon Kovar was working with the Markovians, and also HIVE with. And also his other weapon, the fabled Red Daughter was sighted in the area. She knew this was a one person job, because more than one person would draw attention.

Katya Kovar, the Red Daughter, was perhaps one of the greatest threats to liberty. And one who had almost been like a ghost, not able to be grabbed hold of. The woman in black understood the threat was real and she was extremely dangerous for a number of reasons.

The living weapon was secondary, at least at the moment for the biological women. And if she had been caught, it would be her neck on the line, because no one would be able to bail her out, without risking exposure.

With one corpse at her feet, the woman in black lost her best lead. One last attempt to rifle through the man's pockets turned up nothing. The best chance the woman in black had to finding out something, was to return to the man's hotel room and see if his cell phone was there.

Moving quickly, before the hotel security discovered the attack, and the last thing she wanted was to encounter the Markovian police she moved. They did not take too kindly to any outsiders, without some hefty bribes being offered.

Stopped, and heard someone rustle behind her. In a blink of an eye, the woman in black flipped herself to the side to dodge an arrow sent at her. A second arrow, shot towards her from the other direction just missed her by an inch.


The woman in black regained her bearings to come face to face with a mysterious man dressed in black armor with a hood over his face. She hitched her breath back.

"League of Assassins," she murmured. "Why?"

Of course, she did not expect to get any answers out of the League. He fired a third arrow and she dodged it. She whipped out a gun and fired at the man. The man dodged the bullet and disappeared into the shadows.

With the keen senses that she developed over her time as a bounty hunter, the woman in black turned around and avoided the Assassin's attack from behind. The two of them circled each other, hand to hand combat happening. She went for a sweeping move and he caught her hand.

The woman flipped over to the ground and landed firmly on her feet. The man fired another arrow at her. This time, it grazed her thigh. Fighting through the pain, the woman withdrew a little grenade and hurled it onto the ground. The smoke shielded her latest attack.

Which he blocked easily and sent her flying backwards.

"What do you want with Kovar?"

The woman in black could ask him the same question. She blocked his dagger and he returned to dislocate her fingers, causing the woman to drop the gun. With only one hand, she was still very deadly and tried to hit him in the side of neck to cripple him.

The measured attacks to all of the right pressure points had been blocked. He turned her hand around and snapped her wrist back, sending her head over heels onto the ground with a very loud thud. The thud echoed and the woman's breath had been knocked out of her.

She slid a small explosive charge through his leg and the chaos from the explosion rang on. The woman in black pulled herself out, snapping her fingers back into place with a grimace. She moved out and fired three glancing shots at the man with the gun.

Not caring whether or not she hit him, the woman in black hurled a final grenade and filled the area with smoke.


The moment the smoke cleared, Oliver needed to clear his head. While none of the bullets came close to piering him, the attacks did slow him down. This mysterious woman in black was the person who attacked Kovar's man and obviously, any information he had died with him.

Talia slipped out of the building and craned her neck.

"A couple of my aides have Isabel secured," Talia said. "We're going to have to discuss everything she knows later but…."

The evidence of the attack on the ground caused Talia to stop cold.

"The person who attacked Kovar's man is a bounty hunter of some sort," Oliver said. "And she's good...very good...I want her in the League."

"Mmm, you can't have every woman who crosses your path," Talia said. "No matter how capable you are."

"We'll see."

After that bit of light hearted banter, Talia grew very serious. Kovar would have made some very powerful enemies, and if someone sent a bounty hunter to collect him, well Talia did wonder if someone in the Markovian government decided to double cross Kovar, to perhaps leverage him. Politics in this part of the world.

"Could be someone from Markovia, sent to silence Kovar after he found out a secret he shouldn't," Talia suggested.

"Maybe," Oliver said. "Although, I doubt it. Something about the way she moved, and the way she reacted to me, she seemed familiar."

"You mean you know her?" Talia asked.

"I don't know," Oliver said. "I better move and follow her. Keep up here, and let me know if Kovar or any of his men are."

"What if...she comes?" Talia asked. "Kovar might send her after Isabel...you know who I'm talking about, right?"

"I do indeed," Oliver said. "And Talia, you will find a way to stop her, if Katya comes by."

"I've heard whispers about her being in the area," Talia said. "When Kovar sets her on his enemies, there's nothing left other than ash, or so the stories go."

"Well, you're prepared," Oliver said. "It will be…."

Oliver turned his attention to one side. He could have sworn he heard something, but it was merely the wind. Just the wind or so it seemed. Oliver knew deception was everything and there were plenty of people who would be deceived.

"Keep your eyes open," Oliver said. "I'll keep closer to our mysterious friend."

Talia and Oliver parted ways. Oliver could not shake two things. The fact he was being watched and also the fact that this mysterious attacker, there was something extremely familiar about her.


The woman in black patched herself up to the best of her abilities. She had been more than used to walking wounded for what it was worth. However, she could not get this skilled assassin out of her mind. A member of the League of Assassins, what was he doing here in Markovia?

Either Kovar was in league with the League, although from her intelligence, HIVE and the League were always at odds with each other, or they were after Kovar. Of course, most members of the League moved swiftly and killed suddenly.

"You didn't answer my question."

The woman in black jumped straight up to face the mysterious assassin. He drew the bow and she drew her gun at him. The two circled each other and was ready for a fight.

They fired. The bullet and the arrow both passed each other like streams in the wind. They moved at each other, the duel attack disarming both of them. Hand to hand combat started. The two punched and kicked at each other, with the assassin's armor being very difficult for the woman in black to get in an attack.

She struggled, feeling like he was going to put her to sleep.

The face-covering she wore slipped off and her face had been exposed.

The face of a very attractive brunette woman with shoulder length hair had been exposed. Now he saw her face, the woman had no choice. He had to die.

"Lexi?" he asked dropping his stoic demeanor.

Alexandra Danvers blinked. Only one person dared call her that name. She allowed only one person to call her that name.

"Oliver?" she asked. "Oliver Queen? You're...you're...you're dead!"

Oliver removed his hood and Lexi blinked at him.

"I thought you were dead," Lexi said. "You bastard….I thought you were dead and you're in the League of...just how….how is this…"

The brunette's words faltered completely. She had it together when hunting, but now she was spell bound.

"And you're a bounty hunter," Oliver said. "And here I thought you were going to be a doctor."

"Got kicked out of medical school," Lexi said. "Hanging around you caused me to pick up some really bad habits...even after I moved out of Starling City. I got caught with the Dean's daughter...but never mind that...I heard about the Gambit and….oh damn, Ollie, you're alive."

Lexi threw her arms around Oliver's neck and without thinking about it, kissed him. Oliver wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her in close.

"So were you sleeping with both of them?" Lexi asked.

"Really, that's what you ask me?" Oliver asked. "Not about the League? Not about how I survived? But about that?"

Lexi just smiled.

"The answer is yes by the way."

"Lucky fucking bastard, they're both hot," Lexi said.

Lexi pushed Oliver against the wall. It had been a very familiar position for both of them. While they had never been in a serious relationship, they had been friends with benefits, when Oliver had been in his rough patches with Laurel.

Who had mellowed and consented to be in a polygamous relationship with both Oliver and her sister, Sara.

"So, we nearly killed each other," Lexi said. "Want to fuck?"

The glint of lust in the eyes of the bisexual bounty hunter indicated she would not take no for an answer. Alexandra Danvers and Oliver Queen began to make up for the time they lost with each other.

The Shameless Smut Commences In the Past Chapter.

So, this may be obvious, but this Alex and Kara are alternate Earth-One versions as opposed to their Earth Thirty-Eight/Supergirl counterparts. I thought about merging the worlds, but decided not to. I don't quite recall my reasons why, but there you go. We'll be seeing Earth-38 Kara and Alex a while down the line. (Additional Note: for the FFN Version: Story was also and written before Crisis. So obviously, things have changed in recent times, with the Supergirl characters existing on the main Arrow/Flash world as they were since the beginning. But, you know, outlined and written before that point.)