Disclaimer: see part one.

Part Six

Oliver had some questions for the man the Siren left in her apartment. Then the vigilantes dropped him off at a hospital. It turned out the street thug worked for Sonus and he was higher on the food chain than a basic thug. Armed with the intel he'd given them, the vigilantes found Laurel's lookalike easily enough.

"We want to talk," Green Arrow called to the siren before they were in range of her scream. Curtis had jury-rigged some earbuds to protect them from her cry, but the Arrow wasn't keen to test them out.

"I thought I'd made it clear I'm not interested," she snapped. Gone were the black wig and skinny jeans. Now her blonde head was glaring in his direction and she wore the fishnets he'd heard about. They went up about mid-calf on her, then ended on a pair of fitted black shorts.

If Oliver hadn't been in his Green Arrow mentality, he would've been distracted by the view. As it was, he kept his eyes on her face as he stalked closer. "We want to help you."

"Help me? Why would you do that? You don't know me."

"You were torturing that man for information on Sonus. He told us as much. You wouldn't do that if you wanted to be working for Sonus, which means he has something on you. Let us help you."

"At what price?" she let the vigilantes come within easy talking distance. Still, she scowled at them.

"A conversation, after we've taken care of Sonus. About who you are and where you come from," Green Arrow replied. She laughed bitterly.

"What's so funny?" Wild Dog wanted to know.

"You were right," she directed her answer to Green Arrow; "I was trying to get dirt on Sonus. What he has on me, is what you want to know. What I want to know."

"I don't understand," Mr. Terrific muttered.

"Eight months ago, I woke up in a rundown factory with barely any cash in my pocket, an ID with a name that I didn't recognize, and an address that led me to Sonus. I had no idea who I was or how I got there. I couldn't even remember what I looked like, much less my name. I still don't know who I really am or why I look like Laurel Lance."

"How does Sonus figure in?" Green Arrow asked as he digested the truth she'd revealed. And it was the truth. He could clearly see the frustration and confusion in how she held herself. There was also the desperation in her eyes.

"He's a meta. His power lets him mess with people's memories. He can take them or return them. He knew about my memory loss before I found him. He was probably the one who took them," she clenched her fists angrily, but then forced herself to relax as she finished explaining; "He made me a deal. I work for him and he pays me with memories of my past. But I'm tired of being his lap dog. I want to know who I was before, if there are people out there who are missing me – who I should be missing. Sonus is the only way. If I can take some of his supply, enough to really hurt him, I can leverage it for the rest of my memories."

"You could do that, or you could let us help you. Between the four of us, we could surprise him and make him give you your memories," Green Arrow offered.

"Forcing Sonus won't be easy. Others have tried and he broke them first. He doesn't respond well to threats. He's easier to negotiate with if you have something he wants."

"He hasn't met me yet. And I think he'll prefer to give up your memories instead of sitting in an ARGUS cell the rest of his life," Green Arrow answered confidently. He knew the strings he'd have to pull to get things done, but he'd do it for her.

She considered his offer carefully. Eventually she reached the conclusion that his tactics might work better than hers had been – that thug hadn't been the first she'd interrogated to no avail. "Alright, what's your plan, green bean?"