After 10 minutes of discussing about new threats arisen in city, Slade brings the team to his secret base.
"So this is where you endeavour all the techs and gear specialised to dismantle brinkmanship, robberies, hit squad etc.?", Kara questioned, Slade nodded in response to her question.
The area they're in. Various guns and tools. A shed for repairs. Old rotten boxes, that packed all the top bullets no ordinary human, or extra-terrestrial, can get their hands on.
Oliver peeks on every top wall, where lies a lot of pictures of people crossed out, assuming Slade dealt with them.
"Not too cliche", he remarked.
"Believe me, I'm not the type to decorate rainbow around my station"
Oliver believed him, mostly because of comparing him to his world's Slade Wilson.
Kara obscures on a room, set of training. Heavy massed dumbells. A mat. Thousands of blades appended on walls.
'Is this how you train?', Kara thinks to herself.
Oliver and Kara finally moved on from touring in Slade's secret layer.
The trio discuss about the threats, they've faced earlier.
"So that thing that ignites different colour aspects of fire is Reynold, who is the leader. The elastic monster is nicknamed Expendable. Figure who embodies exposure of light is Metallo. And the thing that releases substances of jelly is Jellyman. Am I correct from what you've said?. Slade nodded its correction on Kara's follow-up. "Seriosuly, who emanates these names? They're so discolored".
"Not my problem", said Slade.
"Probably the news who designated their follow nicknames", Oliver pointed out. A reporter who'd make such awful nicknames would irritate Lois, if Kara were to ever tell her about this. "So what did they take from the warehouse?".
Slade motions the two to follow him, to the floating screens.
"According to these measurements, they've taken crystal Nth waves"
"What's Nth waves?", Kara asked, which strengthened Slade's belief that they're not from this Earth.
"Its a source Wayne Enterprises manufactured from Nth metal. Years ago a powerful metal crash landed near the caves on the other side of the world, so Wayne decided to hold onto these materials for future benefits for the world. When Bruce died, all the stocks were piled in a warehouse", Slade explained.
"And it's gonna be a threat...how?"
"It empowers such levels that go beyond the natures of 20 men. Imagine this source going in the wrong hands, he/she could enslave mankind in its own image", he exclaimed.
"Then we need to rear up a plan", said Oliver.
The group discuss over what possible interpretations the threat would scuffle next, and prepping themselves for the next fight.
Supergirl doesn't need weapons. But in terms of preventing herself from being exposed to red sun or any shades of Kryptonite, she may need a suit that prevents any affection. Luckily Slade provided her one.
As for Oliver and Slade, they both respectively gear up, in their own styles.
"Your signature is a bow and arrow? Can't you chalk forth something that's more barbed?", Slade questions.
"I have my reasons for holding on the same signature", Oliver outlined, taking his bow and mask with him. Walking close to Slade. "And if you have a problem, I'm sure I'd be happy to answer it in a kind way". His threat was so ironic that Kara could've scolded him for being such a jerk.
Kara was about to yell at Oliver but no action was phased from the latter. No touch from either of them.
Slade walks over to Kara. "Is he always like this?", he whispered, not getting his temporal ally's attention.
"He's known to get nerved"
Only thing Slade replied was a vertical raise, walking away, gearing himself up.