London
Morning
"For this kind of cash, these cars better be made of gold," Diggle said, reading the brochure as he and Cisco arrived at the auction of the cars Cisco had found.
"They might as well be," Cisco said annoyed. "Can't believe Barry and I are using our hard earned money on cars."
"You guys stole that money," Diggle deadpanned and Cisco waved him off.
"Semantics," Cisco said as a man in a fancy suit walked up to them.
"I'm afraid you two are in the wrong place," the man said and the pair looked at him.
"Excuse me?" Diggle asked.
"This auction is for those who can actually afford to buy these cars. Judging from your attire, I highly doubt that you can afford even half a car here. Please leave before you disrupt the auction," the man said snobbishly before walking off, leaving Cisco and Diggle staring after him angrily.
"We need to teach this guy a lesson," Cisco decided.
"Cisco, we're not stealing these cars," Diggle said immediately.
"Who said anything about stealing? I've got something better in mind," Cisco said as a devilish smirk crossed his face.
Elsewhere in London, Barry, Laurel, Caitlin, and Helena walked onto a bridge. This gave them a perfect vantage point to see a man below, firing a grapple gun. The hook went clean through a cement wall.
"Well, I think it's fair to say this is our guy," Caitlin noted.
"So how do you guys wanna play this?" Barry inquired as he looked over at the others.
"Let Laurel and I handle him, you have our back Red in case this goes south," Helena ordered.
"In the meantime, you two stay here and talk," Laurel added cheekily.
Helena smirked as and Laurel walked off, leaving Barry and Caitlin alone. The two of them looked at each other awkwardly for a moment.
"So, I guess we need to have an honest talk," Barry finally said.
Argus Base
Same time
"Okay, so Sara shot you with a 5.45 by 18 FMJ spritzer bullet," Felicity said as Oliver and Roy stood behind her at the computers. "It's specific to the PSM handgun and handguns are illegal in the UK."
"So not a whole people would have access to it," Roy noted and Felicity nodded.
"Which made it pretty easy to track down where it came from. There's a pawn shop called Riddler's Lair in the shadier part of London," Felicity said as she looked over her shoulder.
"Good work Felicity. Roy, up for a trip into town?" Oliver asked and Roy smirked.
"Always."
London
Same time
"Why did you kiss me?" Caitlin asked and Barry sighed.
"I'd like to blame it on an emotional and intense week but I think it was building up for a long time. Sometimes…possibilities are right in front of that we can't see because we choose not to. I think this was always there between us but because of Iris and Ronnie, we weren't able to admit it to ourselves," Barry said and Caitlin sighed.
"Maybe," Caitlin admitted. "So…what do we do now?"
"Maybe, when all this is over…we should grab a drink or dinner and see where things go from there," Barry suggested and Caitlin nodded after a moment.
"Sounds like a plan," Caitlin said.
They turned their attention back to the man with the grappling gun as Laurel and Helena walked up to him.
"Can I help you ladies?" the man asked as they reached him.
"We have a few questions for you," Laurel said, getting down to business.
"About what?" The man asked wearily.
"About cars," Laurel said simply. "Specifically, two you designed recently."
"Ramp cars. Low slung, skeletal frames," Helena listed.
"I'm very interested in who you sold those cars to," Laurel said.
"And why should I tell you?" the man asked bored.
"Because I'm asking nicely. You don't want to make us get rough," Laurel said simply.
"Relax love. I'll tell you everything you want to know…for a price," the man leered, eying Helena appreciatively.
The next thing he knew, Helena had flipped him over, pinning him to the ground and bent his arm back. He cried out in pain as she twisted his arm.
"Like I said, you don't want to make us get rough," Laurel said casually. "So, do you feel like talking or does my friend have to break your arm?"
Elsewhere, in a garage, Diggle watched as a car was rolled in.
"This is how you're teaching him a lesson, buying all his cars?" Diggle asked incredulously.
"I'm a millionaire, Barry and I have been living on takeout since Russia. We have a little money in the bank," Cisco shrugged. "But no. Just watch."
"Mr. Ramon, may I just express our gratitude and say how much we appreciate your business," the auction director, who had been extremely snobbish to them earlier, was now in full on suck up mode. "If there's ever anything you need, you just need to ask."
"Anything?" Cisco asked and the director nodded. "Well, now that you mention it, my friend likes your shirt."
"This shirt?" the director questioned, taken back as Diggle fought a smirk, seeing what Cisco was doing.
"Yeah, you see, he needs some attire that's a little more appropriate for this kind of thing," Cisco said ironically.
"I don't think my shirt will fit your friend," the director pointed out, as Diggle was far bulkier than him.
"It'll fit," Diggle assured him.
"Now come on, time is money," Cisco rushed him.
Uncomfortably, the director removes his suit jacket, which Diggle takes for him, before then removing his shirt.
"Pants to," Diggle said as he's handed the shirt.
"And I really like that watch," Cisco added.
Reluctantly, the man takes off his watch and removes his pants. Handing the items to Cisco and Diggle, the director is then handed back his suit jacket and, with whatever dignity he has left, turned and walked out in his underwear.
"I like the way you think Cisco," Diggle said amused.
Elsewhere, Laurel and Helena follow the man inside his shop.
"I have the information here," he said.
Unseen to them, he pulled out a phone and dialed the last number he'd called.
Unspecified location
Same time
Chase's phone rang and he picked it up, answering.
"So why do you want to know about Chase?" the man on the other line asked.
"He took something from us. We want it back," Laurel said and Chase smirked.
Riddler's Lair
Same time
Oliver and Roy entered the pawn shop, Riddler's lair. It reminded Roy of some places he'd seen in The Glades. The pair noticed two men, seemingly customers, who weren't looking at anything. Roy looked at Oliver and he subtly nodded to let his partner know he was it to.
"Can I help you?" The seller, a man with a receding hairline and greying beard, asked as Oliver approached him.
"Yeah, I'm looking for a Russian gun. They say you're the man to see about that," Oliver said and immediately, the air in the shop changed.
"They do, do they?" the seller asked, a dangerous edge to his voice.
The men in the shop walked over to Oliver and Roy stood back and watched, knowing this would be entertaining.
"Everything alright mate?" one of them arm, putting a hand on Oliver's shoulder.
Immediately, Oliver grabbed him and slammed his head against the glass wall hard enough to know him out. As he dropped the man, the other one rushed Oliver. Oliver quickly threw this one to the floor and punched him, knocking him out. Oliver reached through the flap in the glass wall, grabbing the seller and pulling, making him bash his head against the wall. The door to the shop opened and a customer started to come in only to find a gun jammed in his face.
"Bad idea. Just move along man," Roy warned him and the customer wisely walked back out.
"I'm looking for who this belongs to," Oliver said as he pulled out the bullet Sara had shot him with.
"I don't know," the seller asked and Oliver yanked again, banging his head off the wall.
"Try looking at the bullet," Oliver growled.
"A week ago, a woman came in here, guns, ammo, bought everything I had," the seller said, suddenly very willing to talk.
"What did she look like?" Oliver demanded.
"Blond hair, blue eyes, had a mean streak. Word on the street is she's a street racer," the seller told him.
"Where can we find her?" Roy asked.
"How should I know? Do I look like a street racer to you?" the seller gasped.
Oliver yanked, harder this time, and the seller was knocked out when he hit his head this time. Oliver let go and turned around to face Roy.
"Street racer?" Roy questioned.
"When we were in high school, Tommy and I would take our dad's cars to the racing scene. Sara would tag along sometimes. I guess some things don't change," Oliver said, wondering if the old Sara really was still in there somewhere.
London
Same time
"We've got a problem," Barry said over the Comms as he saw a van pull up outside the shop.
Helena and Laurel looked through the window as Sara, Lawton, and Snart got out of the van.
"Sorry ladies," Chase's man said smugly and they realized he had set them up.
Lawton pulled out an automatic rifle, taking Sara and Snart back. Laurel grabbed Chase's man as Lawton opened fire. Chase's man was hit as Barry sped in. He yanked the rifle out of Lawton's hand, throwing it away. Sara and Snart came out of their shock as Lawton pulled out two pistols.
"Nice seeing you Flash," Lawton said before opening fire.
Barry sped out of the as Laurel raced out of the shop.
"Sara!" Laurel cried out as she saw her sister.
Sara looked over at her, her mind having another memory flash, of giving this woman a leather jacket. However, Sara ignored it as she fired at Laurel. Laurel dodged the gun fire, pulling out her gun and returning fire.
Inside, Helena is kneeling next to the Chase's man, who had been shot.
"Where's Chase? Tell me and I'll make him pay for this," Helena assured him.
Groaning, he gestured to his pocket. Helena reached it and pulled out a phone. She ended the call as the man gasped, saying a word so lowly Helena almost didn't hear it.
"Drakon," he gasped before the light left his eyes.
Helena stared for a moment, shocked at the implications before her brain caught up with her. She pocketed the phone and pulled out a pistol, rushing out to join the fight. She fired and her shot got one of Lawton's pistols, forcing him to drop it. Sara took off running and Laurel took off after her. As Helena and Lawton exchanged fire, Barry sped after Snart, finding him a few feet away. He stood calmly, like he was waiting for Barry.
"I think it's time we had a talk Flash," Snart said.
Sara raced through a secret entrance to an subway station, Laurel right behind her. In a secluded corner, Sara stopped, finally turning around to face Laurel.
"Sara, it's me, it's Laurel," Laurel tried to reach Sara.
"I don't know who you are and I don't care," Sara snapped before taking a swing at Laurel.
"Why are you working with Chase?" Barry asked and Snart shrugged.
"I'm a criminal, it's what I do," Snart said.
"But you have a code. And whatever Chase is planning, something tells me it doesn't go along with your code. What's going on Snart?" Barry asked and Snart was silent.
"Sometimes, Chase doesn't give you a choice," Snart said vaguely but it was enough.
"What does Chase have on you?" Barry asked.
"It doesn't matter. I'm only having this conversation with you as a courtesy. If you keep going down this road, Chase is going to look into you; he already has a file on you and the others. He'll find out who you love and he'll use them against you. Walk away Barry," Snart warned.
"I can't do that Snart. Not with what Chase is planning," Barry said firmly and Snart sighed.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," Snart said before he turned and walked off as Barry watched until he disappeared from view.
Helena ducked to the side to avoid Lawton's bullets. She knew enough about him to know he laced his bullets with poison, which meant she had to be extra careful to avoid getting shot. Suddenly, Lawton's head exploded as he was hit with a bullet. As his body fell to the ground, a startled Helena looked up and saw the shooter a few feet away.
Sara and Laurel were exchanging blows and it was clear to both that Sara was the superior fighter. Even without memories, she had retained her fighting skills. Sara slugged her and kneed her in the abdomen, but Laurel held onto Sara's arms to prevent herself from falling back.
"If I have to kick your ass to get you back, that's what I'll do!" Laurel said before, to Sara's shock, she head-butted Sara.
This allowed Laurel to tackle her sister to the ground but Sara quickly recovered. They rolled on the ground before Sara put Laurel's head in a neck lock. But Laurel, unwilling to give in, leaned down and bit Sara's hand. Sara, in shock, loosened her grip and Laurel elbowed her in the stomach. Sara let go and the two jumped up. They tackled each other and the pair ended up rolling down a flight of stairs. They hit the ground and both were dazed.
"Ew," Barry said disgusted as he walked up to Helena and saw Lawton's headless body. "Really Helena?"
"Wasn't me," Helena gestured over to the side and Barry saw Caitlin with a gun. "Your girlfriend's a badass Barry."
As Laurel groaned, lifting her head up, Sara jumped up and rushed to a subway train. Laurel could only watch as the train doors closed and the train sped off, taking her sister with it.