Laurel turned to glare at Ted, as he followed behind her, "Ted, he didn't just have someone jump in my suit, he had someone wear the suit who is just as skilled as I am, if not more. I lost, and now that I had delivered my only witness to prove my innocence to Brick on a golden platter! Chill is dead and leaves a son behind! A boy who was already teetering on a life of drug abuse!"

"I will have a social worker look into it, have him sent to Central City, get him clean, get him a job, and teach him how to box. I will ensure that he is safe and looked after."

Laurel clutched her wound with the towel that Ted had given to her after he had taken the embedded blade out of her shoulder, "What if that was Connie! If Brick has his way, my son will be taken from me! Ripped from Speedy's arms!"

"Dinah..."

"I couldn't believe that I was arrogant enough to believe that I could have cornered him. He's too cunning for that!" She yelled as she paced back and forth. "I'm such an idiot!"

"Dinah…"

Laurel continued, she needed to vent, and she had to get this off her chest. "Speedy, Roy or Iris could have been killed. And there would have been nothing I could have done. Nothing! I risked my baby's two guardians, the last of his family."

"Dinah!" He raised his voice, making Laurel still, "You are losing blood, shut up, stay still, and let me stitch you up, or I swear to god, I will knock you out, and use the flare from my car to cauterize the wound!"

"No! I listened to you, and I almost lost everything. I'm an idiot for believing that you were right, that Speedy and Roy could be I should lean on them. I didn't anticipate how cunning the bastard could be." Brick was always a couple of steps ahead of her.

Ted shook his head, taking a seat on the old camping chair, "No, Dinah. It's me who was wrong. I've been out of the game for too long, there used to be a code that not even the bad guys violated. I have to put on a brave face for all the kids or lost people who come to my gym…. Please, let me clean and tend your wounds. I will help you when you need it. And will tailor my advice accordingly."

Laurel shook her head, "No, you were trying to help." She sighed, brushing her fingers through her hair, "God knows I need it." He then moved over to her, positioning her so he could clean the wounds, and he dabbed the wound with alcohol, forcing her wound to burn, "Ouch!"

"Quit being a baby!" He then looked at her, with a look that eerily reminded her of her Dad. "What if you take the time to heal and be with Connor? Let others fight Brick, Diggle for instance."

Laurel inhaled and exhaled audibly, "He and I are not seeing eye to eye in regards to Brickwell." He and Felicity being absent from providing assistance tonight showed her that. Maybe it was the smart thing to do. Completely break ties with her. It's safer that way. "Besides, this is my fight. Brick is my problem." He attacked her and put her family at risk. She added silently, as Ted began to suture her wound on her shoulder. "He's always ten steps ahead of me, Ted. To tell you the truth, that I couldn't even admit to Thea, or Roy I don't know if I can beat him, or even the assassin dressed up as me. But I have to try for Connie's sake. He deserves a safe future, even if I'm not there to see it." Whether that be death or life behind bars.

Ted nodded silently, "Admirable, and don't count yourself out just yet, the final bell hasn't rung yet. You should probably look into a gentleman that lives near the river. He had made one of my suits years ago, not as fancy as yours, but he's likely your best bet." Ted suggested as he began to suture her large gash on her upper arm, before working on her forehead. "Just be warned that while he is incredibly gifted with his hands, he is not all there, if you know what I mean."

:-:-:-:-:

Thea sat next to Iris in the conference room of the FBI, watching the recording of what the events that occurred when she, Iris, and Roy were interviewing Joe Chill, before the woman that has now dragged Laurel's legacy down the drain.

Thea watched the recording as the copy-cat canary dropped the disassembled pistol, and both women could see the blood that stained the walls of the room and pooled at Thea's and Black Canary's feet. It was at that moment, Thea shivered, as she heard the woman that framed Laurel. "Hello, Thea, a pleasure to see you two again after my time away." The voice agitated her so much, why couldn't Laurel catch a break? Wasn't she entitled to grieve for her family, and all she had lost, to be with her son?

Instead, Laurel was god only knows where, bleeding, and likely without anyone to guide her, or look after her. She prayed that Ted would eventually find her, while she dealt with the FBI, and looked after Connor, with Roy.

Samanda Watson turned from the TV, that the recording was played from, looking between the journalist, and Thea, "Was there any other women in the room named Thea? Or perhaps even on the Verdant staff?"

Thea froze, keeping her mouth shut, she knew from Laurel how this game was played. She knew what a fishing expedition was. If only Iris could do the same, "Can you word that question without it making her seem guilty? Or at least not responsible?"

Agent Watson sighed, "There's no other Theas. The Black Canary was speaking directly to you." Upon noticing that Thea was tapping the table, she turned towards the TV, with a remote in hand, "Why don't we re-watch the footage, perhaps something may spark a memory?"

Thea glared at the agent, she didn't need to watch it again, she knew it wasn't Laurel, and yet had no way to prove it. "No!" She said emphatically. "She was speaking to me." She hated how her words tasted on her tongue. She prayed that Laurel would forgive her.

Agent Watson smiled, "Good..."

Thea looked at the FBI agent, and felt Iris' hand squeeze her's gently, "She was speaking to me, I won't deny that. What I will though, is ever meeting this person before."

Samanda Watson flicked through several pages, "According to these, Black Canary has been involved in your work with CNRI, and has been in contact with members of your family, including your mother." She then looked up, "I got a look at her, she certainly looked like the Black Canary from the news."

Iris snorted, "So because you saw someone dressed up as Black Canary, it must be her? Do you think every fat guy dressed in red with a beard, is Santa Claus? Or anyone that dresses in a giant bunny suit is the Easter Bunny? "

Watson stared at her without blinking, "I would if Father Christmas climbed down my chimney and delivered presents."

"Right, Agent. If he acted like Santa. This woman doesn't act anything like Black Canary."

"Based on the few times you saw her?"

"No!" Thea said. "No, based on her M.O. The Black Canary never killed anyone when she first came to our city, and she stopped The Gang Wars. She didn't even kill when the Hood was dropping bodies. It would have been so easy for her to kill Robin Hood, but she didn't."

"No, but she didn't stop The Green Arrow from murdering Malcolm Merlyn."

"It wasn't her," Thea said, trying to justify what happened that night.

"So, you keep saying, Miss Queen."

Thea rested her hands on the table, her eyes not leaving the Agent's. "Did you ever check up on Josiah Becket? Red Lion National Bank? Or Samcorp?" Upon no answer, Thea snarled, "No, because you are too busy trying to crucify the first person that gave a damn about Starling and The Glades." Thea then turned to Iris, "How does Central City treat The Flash?"

Iris blinked, "Uh… They treat him as he should be, a hero."

"I have a rather long list of duties, Miss Queen. We aren't talking about Central City or The Streak. We are speaking about Starling, and how your so-called heroes are glorified criminals, who think they can kill whoever they like."

Thea let out a shuddering breath, "That's bullshit."

"The Black Canary dropped your name; she used your own gun to murder someone. And somehow, you are the only person that she didn't lay a finger against. You may think this shit show is a wild goose hunt, but something doesn't add up, and we will keep doing this until it does."

Iris glared at the agent, remembering what her dad has said about asking the right questions in an investigation, "How about you ask the proper questions instead of asking the wrong ones that lead you to run in circles?"

"Fine. Where is Laurel Lance? Is that a proper question, Miss West, Miss Queen?"

"How is that a better question?"

"You were meant to bring her in, Miss Queen. And there are exactly zero Laurel Lances in my custody, last I checked."

"How many Joe Chill's do you have?" Thea asked, raising her voice over the agent, "You think that it is a coincidence that this chick kills the one guy that could lead to Brick going back to where he belongs? Huh?"

Iris gently tapped Thea on the shoulder, "Thea..." It was evident to Thea that Iris was becoming uncomfortable with dealing with the FBI.

"No!" she said, shirking off Iris's hand. "The evil Black Canary did Agent Watson a favor, and now there is no one alive to show the world how much the damn FBI had screwed up in allowing Brick to make a mockery of them.'

Watson flicked her pen back and forth, "Did you know that Black Canary was going to attack Verdant last night? Is that why you bought a firearm?"

Iris stood up, "Unless you plan to charge us, we are leaving."

As they walked out, they saw Joe West holding Connor, the detective handing over Thea's nephew to her, and embraced his daughter, pulling back to look at the two young women, who were roughly the same age, "Are you two alright, I came over here in a Flash as soon as I heard?"

"Define alright?" Thea asked as she felt Connor nuzzle into her neck.

Joe watched the girls, then heard the phones on the table ring, and he gently prodded the two to keep walking, not allowing them to dwell on who had died during the attack on Verdant. "I would offer you and your nephew to come to Central City, but we have our own problems there. If you want, though, my door is always open."

"Thank you, but my family needs me here."

"Seeing what happened here... It reminds me of when we had issues with organized crime and some other stuff that was largely kept out of the public eye. For a while, parts of Central City weren't always the nicest place as it is now." Wildcat and later Black Canary helped clean up the city, along with the police force and better leadership in the city. "Maybe I can convince…" His voice then lowered. "The Flash, considering that the rest of your team seems to be letting Laurel hang out to dry."

"If it gets too bad we will call in the cavalry. Central needs her guardian angel, and we don't know how long this could go on for."

"Regardless, you need help, call me and I will arrange something, even if it is just to talk." The detective then squared his eyes on Thea and her nephew once more. "Where is your team?"

"Busy, on the other side of town," Thea said with irritation. " Dealing with the League of Assassins, they heard whispers of men and women dressed in black being spotted as far away as Penny Town. They think that the League is scouting the city and its suburbs."

:-:-:-:-:

Laurel, dressed in her black attire, watched as the man who had made Ted's outfit was telling a police officer that he had made her a sandwich for lunch. Something that she would never be able to do, make Oliver a meal, hell, in all likelihood, she was never even going to be able to make her baby any meals. Even if they were terrible.

She hated that she couldn't be with him, and she also hated that she had dropped her son into Thea's lap. She had so much to live for, instead of being a mom to her nephew. She could practically hear her father, Oliver, and Moira giving her a dressing down for abandoning her son. Moira, for all her faults, never left her children even when things got too tight. It was another bitter reminder of how much of a failure she is as a mother.

Once the cop drove off, Laurel walked out into the open, relishing the warmth of the sun. "Fraternization with a parole officer?" She asked.

The man turned around, looking ready to charge at her, as if he were a bull, and she was a matador. "Who are you?"

"You, Arnold Wesker? She asked, before adding, "Wildcat sent me."

The man relaxed. "Wildcat has been gone for a long time." He then looked back to where the police cruiser disappeared down the road. "Please don't tell anyone, it's against the rules."

Laurel walked towards him, "I don't care about your…friend. You used to make suits for my mentor, and now you are making them for someone else."

"Brickwell made me do it." He said regretfully, "Did that lady hurt you? I'm so sorry, Wildcat would be mad."

Laurel exhaled, feeling the irritation of the stitches that rubbed against her leather jacket. "Who was she?"

"She never said her name… If you want, I can make you a new suit?"

"I already have a tailor." She said, thinking about Cisco, but he was too busy looking after Central City with Barry and Caitlin. They had their own issues at home. "How did you make the suit?"

"The dimensions were taken from pictures and videos. It's hard to know the fabrics, so I lined it with Kevlar."

"Wildcat would be very cross that you helped Brick." She admonished the man. " I think that you should take me to your workshop, and maybe I won't tell him."

:-:-:-:-:

Ra's walked with Al Sah-Him across the salted earth that was once his home, he looked around the ruins remembering the life that he had once lived, "It has been an age or two since I have returned to this place. Not since I pledged myself to The League."

Al Sah-Him, looked around, "What happened, My Liege?"

Ra's described how he had been recruited with another, and that the two of them had risen through the ranks of the League, and became the previous Ra's' horsemen. "My predecessor trained me to be one of the most formidable men the world has ever seen. I have made many mistakes, and the biggest was allowing small mercies, to cloud my judgement. A mistake that you shall not follow, my heir." Ra's kept walking and came to a halt. "Who were those closest to Oliver Queen when he was alive?"

"Dinah Laurel Lance, was his wife, Connor, his son and only child, his sister Thea." Al Sah-Him looked around the sandy land, "Roy Harper, John Diggle and Felicity Smoak, were his close friends." He answered, honestly, "They mean nothing to Al Sah-Him, what do you wish of me?"

Ra's tsked, "Another has a claim to the title of Heir of The Demon. And you shall bring her here. Show no quarter to those that once were close to the man that inhabited this body before you. And you shall head to Starling City soon."

:-:-:-:-:

Samanda handed a photograph of Joe Chill to the warden of Iron Heights, "This man killed a billionaire, and his wife in front of their little boy. Thomas, Martha and Bruce Wayne. Chill was then moved away from Gotham in favour of Iron Heights to keep him safe. How does a lifer get out of jail?"

The warden shrugged. "A clerical mistake?

"A clerical mistake?" Watson asked with irritation, "How does someone go from shaking Brickwell to walking out into society? "

The man shrugged, avoiding eye contact with Agent Watson, "I think I would like to speak to my lawyer now, Agent."

Samanda nodded, as she left the room, and walked into her boss' office, closing the door behind her, "I got off the horn with Iris West, she was a little more forthcoming without Miss Queen. She said that Chill was gonna tell the camera that the shanking of Brickwell was staged."

"Damn."

"Yeah, apparently him being released was allegedly Brickwell's way of paying off his debt."

"Tell me the warden disputes that?" Talos asked, sitting in his chair.

"No, he's protecting his own hide. I think he's realized what kind of mistake he made, if it's true. The Warden has lawyered up…maybe Chill was lying?" She asked knowing that it wasn't true. It was almost certain in her mind that Brick had been pulling their strings this entire time.

"I have to take this up with the big boys, Sam. ADIC. Daniel Brickwell likely has been manipulating us from the beginning."

Samanda screwed her face up. "If Daniel Brickwell has been playing us, The Irish…all the bastards we put away will be released. All those agents ... All for nothing. Let me at least verify these allegations before we bring all this work crumbling down on top of us?" There had to be another answer, a way to keep the world safe from both Brickwell and those that they had put away due to Brickwell.

"What's your plan?"

Watson flexed her hand, hoping she wasn't doing something monumentally stupid. "I need two days. If Brick has been playing us, we will bring down the entire weight of The Bureau down upon him."

:-:-:-:-:

Laurel followed Ted's former associate, Arnold Wesker, into his workshop, seeing a large arrow of ventriloquist dummies, model ships, and tools around his workplace. Laurel followed, until she saw her suit, coattails and all, on a mannequin.

She turned to look at the older man, "When did you leave Central City?"

"Not long before he took on an apprentice, I suppose that was you, dear."

Laurel nodded, walking past the steel gates, and walking towards her replica suit. She felt the fabric, it wasn't as soft as the one that Cisco had made her, when he replaced the one that Ollie had damaged. "Why is the suit here, Arnold?"

Laurel felt uneasy as she looked around the man's workshop. Something wasn't right, and yet right now Wesker was her only lead to get to Brickwell and keep Connor safe, now that Joe Chill was killed off to keep him quiet.

"It's a spare, Brick wanted a second one."

"Why?" Laurel asked, as she turned as she heard the steel gate shut and locked.

"You can ask him, yourself." Wesker answered, stepping away slowly from the steel gate.

Laurel shook her head, "What are you doing, Arnold? Think about Wildcat?" She said, as she discreetly pulled out an extendable baton from the suit's holster.

"I need to leave now. He said..."

Laurel could feel her chest thump in her chest. "No. No, don't do this."

The man gave her an apologetic look, "I'm sorry, I have no choice. He'll come for her, my Darla."

Laurel slammed the heel of her hand against the gate, "Why'd he ask you to trap me? Tell me where he is, and who wore the suit!" She then took a step back. "I will end this, you have my word."

"No, Brickwell will know, he always knows."

Truer words have never been spoken. He seemed to know how she would move around, and what her plans would be. Just like now. Just like in the prison and at Verdant. God, she just wanted Ollie with her right now. He would know what to do. It felt like every decision she made was the wrong one.

"If you loved her, Arnold. You would let her loose. The life that you and I live, doesn't work with Darla's, siblings or children. We hurt them through our actions, others hurt them to get to us." Everything that happened in the past year was proof of that. And that is why when she got her hands around Brick's neck, she would ring it until he stopped breathing.

When Arnold didn't move to open the gate, Laurel used her cry, sending the gates flying, narrowly avoiding Arnold, who charged at her, swept her off of her feet, and sent her flying over his workstation, and onto the ground. Laurel groaned and coughed, managing to make her way back to her feet, only for Arnold to grab her by the collar of her jacket, and slamming her hard into the desk.

He then picked up a buzz saw blade and a heavy wrench. Laurel, whilst still on her back, grabbed both of Wesker's wrists and wrapped one of her legs around his arm, and knocked away the buzz saw blade, before kicking her attacker in the face with the sole of her boot.

Arnold shook off his daze, his nose bloodied and lopsided. He then proceeded to drag her off of the workbench by her feet, Laurel groaned in pain as she hit the hard cement below her, she managed to dodge several swings of his wrench, before kicking his knee and rolling backwards, before she could get on her feet, and Wesker lifted her above his head and battering Laurel against the security doors.

Laurel fell to the ground, feeling her head throb. It was at this moment, she could hear multiple people entering the building, Laurel screamed, using her cry, and ran up to Wesker, pinning him against the wooden pallets. "Who's coming?"

"And I am not meant to be here, Lady." He said breaking free of Laurel's hold, he ducked, grabbing the saw blade, and swinging it, an inch from Laurel's throat. Laurel grabbed his arm, sending her knee to his wrist, the blade fell to the ground, and Laurel swept the blade out of reach, beneath the pallets.

She then restrained Wesker's arm behind him, kicked his knee out from beneath him, and leveraged the large man's weight with a choke hold. "Brickwell back-stabbed you, he doesn't care about our Darlas." She said thinking about Connor, Oliver, Roy and Thea. "Why would he send the FBI…"

Arnold gasped, beneath the pressure to his throat, "The agents are meant to find you with the suit."

Laurel dropped Wesker to the floor, realizing just how far she had been trapped in the webs that Brick had weaved. "Oh god, he's framing me for being Black Canary…" She felt sick, she had no alibi for the other night, when her evil twin tried to kill Speedy, Roy and Iris.

The stone-cold bastard was always ten steps ahead of her. Even when she tried to do something smart, and try to flank him. Brick was always ready for her. This entire time he had been toying with her.

Laurel moved towards the prone man, who was still gasping for air, "Arnold, come on, Brick is tricking you, he only cares about himself." The next thing she knew was that Arnold Wesker had started to beg her to give herself up, that Daniel Brickwell would hurt his girlfriend. As much as she sympathized, she had her own family to worry about. "Once Brick has me…It— You will be a loose end, you and Darla both will be killed."

"What?" He asked, looking around.

Laurel panted, still recovering from her fight, "You have to help me, help me save your Darla, just tell me who you made the suit for?"

"I don't know…" He wept, "But I know that she is an FBI agent, he said they won't believe me if I tell them, and he would know if I did and he will kill Darla."

Laurel blinked, "How do you know that? How do you know the woman was in the FBI?"

"He was talking to the man that brought her to me." The man explained, wiping his eyes and face of tears and snot with his sleeve.

Laurel could hear the footsteps and whispers of people behind the door, she dived behind a pallet as an FBI agent threw a flash-bang. She always hated being on the receiving end of those things, she hated how her ears would ring, and the blinding white light would take forever to leave.

She watched as Arnold Wesker pulled out the saw blade that she had kicked, and threw it at the FBI Agents, he then proceeded to beat several of them, she threw a chair at one of the agents, and ran at another, sending a throat punch, and taking his assault rifle, and using it to beat several others with the butt of the gun.

She then ducked back behind the pallets in the shadows, and as more agents entered the building, she watched silently as all the laser dots were on Arnold's chest.

"On your knees." One commanded.

"Please…I need to save her!"

"Get on your knees, and remain calm, no sudden movements!" As the agents arrested Arnold Wesker, Laurel snuck out and into the corridor, and hurried off, never looking back. The man that had once helped Ted had made his choice, he allied with Brick, and now he had to reap what he had sown.

:-:-:-:-:

Later that night, Samanda Watson entered the surveillance room that watched Daniel Brickwell in his penthouse suite. She moved towards the agent watching the computer monitor, "He still asleep?" The man slept most of the last few days, he must be part sloth or something.

"Yeah." The agent sighed, "English has been sleeping all night."

"Good. I need to speak to him." She said emphatically. As she started to march back towards the door.

"You need company?" The agent looked restless, but she needed to know for herself, this was on her.

"No. I appreciate the offer, but I got this."

:-:-:-:-:

Brick sat in his little secret room as he listened to Josiah Beckett describe what had happened earlier in the day, because the trap hadn't managed to ensnare the bird. Dinah Laurel Lance had certainly evolved from the fool-hardy girl that he had first met over the two-way radio during The Turf Wars. He hadn't expected her to leave the half-witt to fend for himself against the FBI.

"Arnold Wesker is in custody, should we alter his situation, or perhaps that of his girlfriend?"

"That will not be necessary." He has removed another potential ally from The Canary's resources. The man before him had made protective suits for him, had made suits for a known mentor of Black Canary; Wildcat." The connection between the two men may cause his adversary to become paranoid and perceive everyone as her enemy.

He is also currently keeping tabs on Central City and their hero, after all if the rumors are true, he is an associate of Black Canary, or at least The Green Arrow. Though currently only two of the four associates of the Green Arrow have been aiding the Black Canary. "Where is Smythe?"

"She is laying low, as you commanded, though her mental instability is giving me pause." Beckett answered, looking slightly worried about what that would mean for their upcoming plans.

"Very true." Brickwell said, "I have demanded a lot from her. You shall keep an eye on her, but let her be." Brick looked around the room. Smythe was a tool, after she stopped being of use, and became a liability she would be taken care of. After all, she was expendable, but she didn't need to know that. "I should get back to my charade before Agent Watson catches on."

:-:-:-:-:

Samanda stepped into Brick's suite, and as she walked in, she looked at the luxurious and ostentatious paintings and décor. The man was supposed to be a prisoner, and was not living in the four seasons. How could she not see how Brick had manipulated her?

Her jaw tightened as she bolted up the stairs, skipping every second step, in haste to get to the second floor, and she opened Brickwell's door, to see that large man reading Dracula. "We need to talk."

Brick licked his finger, and turned to the next page, "You're working rather late." He said, as he pulled his reading glasses off, and looking at her, "Shouldn't you be with George?"

Watson turned on her heel, her hand palming her side arm, "Say his name again!"

Brickwell looked at her in confusion, before his face became neutral. "How can I assist you, Agent Watson?"

Samanda scoffed as she wiped her face, "Help me?" Was this man serious? "You remind me of a story, a man named Bobby has the best house in town, but was always willing to help his neighbourhood. The single mom needs her car repaired so she can take her children to and from school, Bobby's there. A family can't pay their rent? Good Ol' Bobby has it covered, no worries. Only here's the kicker, the cops never arrested him for large amounts of Slam. It was all the people that Bobby had helped."

Brickwell tutted. "She of little faith, Special Agent Watson. I am not this, Bobby." He then waved his arms around and patted the velvet bedding, "I made no such illusions that this was my price for my help. And you have paid the price."

Samanda blinked away the tears, he didn't deserve to see her break down. "I need to know, Brickwell, did you release Joe Chill from prison in lieu of monetary payment for shanking you?"

"I am disappointed in you, Special Agent. Your desperation has you pointing at shadows. Good night." He said, dismissing his handler. It was at that moment it really hit her, she wasn't the one with the power, she was only his pawn, that he was in charge. It was clear to her now. She was arrogent and stupid. Thea Queen was right all along. Brickwell was playing them.

She couldn't believe it. The bastard had played her like a fiddle, and now her whole world would be crumbling around her, George wouldn't be able to receive his treatments. She slowly walked out, feeling the walls encroaching towards her.

:-:-:-:-:

Laurel washed her hands in the drab basin of the storage locker, she ignored the sting of the cool water rinsing out her battered and scraped hands. She cups her hands underneath the running water, and washed her face with the cool water, and let out a weary sigh.

Her tiny slither of peace was broken by his British accent, he was haunting her in her mind again. "The Heroine of Starling City feeds a simpleton to the Feds. Imagine the headlines."

She looked up at the grimy mirror, seeing the large man behind her, "Arnold Wesker made his decision. I can't force people to make the right decision."

"And yet…you did hesitate before you left. Why? Looking for some divine message to stop you? Waiting to hear the cries of; Your father, Sara or Oliver? And how low did you feel, Laurel, when no one tried to stop you?" He asked mockingly. "Or were you relieved that you didn't have to risk your life, and the reputation your son would have to endure if you saved a weak-minded criminal? All you had to do was turn yourself in. Is that not what a hero does? The right thing?" He scorned her as if she were a child.

Laurel turned away from the sink, only in her pants and a sports bra, her body showing off her various wounds, both old and new. She slowly made her way to the tattered mattress and slumped into it, only wincing as she landed.

And yet, Brick's voice continued to mock and taunt her, "You're not strong enough to beat the woman I sent for you. You're not smart enough to beat me. You couldn't do it alone, nor with your sister or your friends. Your father never knew when to lay down, and his heart gave out. Sara was too proud to give up her life with The League. And Oliver… He faced The Demon Head and lost. And like Ra's was for Oliver, I'm your end, Laurel. You will die the same way as your husband. Leaving your boy an orphan."

Laurel ignored the voice as she silently hobbled off of her bed and put on her blue tank top and leather jacket, she then reached out to grab her lower face mask, and lowered her hood over her head."

:-:-:-:-:

Laurel entered an alley with her identity concealed, seeing Officer Darla shoving a criminal into the back of her car, she waited until the thug was in the back of the police sedan. "Darla?" The woman went for her gun, laurel raised her hands, showing that she had no intention of hurting her, "I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm here about Arnold Wesker."

"What about him?"

"He's been arrested. It wasn't about your relationship, though that is the least of your worries. Daniel Brickwell. He doesn't leave loose ends; you need to skip town."

"Shit!"

"You need to leave, or Brick will kill you." Laurel reiterated again before she started to hobble down the opposite end of the alley, and started to climb up a fire escape.

"What about Arnold? Is he okay?"

Laurel stopped on the grated platform, and looked down at the officer, "You can't help him. He is reaping what he sowed, he got into bed with Brickwell."

"You're a stone-cold bitch, aren't you!?" Darla called out towards Laurel, who resumed climbing. "Arnold told me how he admired Wildcat, and The Canary of Starling City. He thought that you were a hero like your mentor!" She yelled, "I told him that you are cut from the same piece of soiled cloth as Brickwell."

"I have warned you, Darla. The decision is yours, live or die, but it's not on my conscious." She said as she made her way up the building and disappeared into her night. What was in her hands, however, would be Thea, and Connor's blood if Brick got to them.

:-:-:-:-:

Samanda walked into her kitchen and turned on the kettle, only to be pinned to the fridge by The Black Canary. "I didn't come here to fight, Agent Watson."

Samanda attempted to escape The Canary's grasp only for Laurel to duck under a punch, and hold the agent's arm in a painful hold behind her back. "Who are you?" Samanda asked, attempting to glare at her captor from over her shoulder.

"I'm the Black Canary." Laurel whispered. "The real one."

Samanda panted, before slowly relaxing, Laurel, in turn loosened her grip, and took a step back from the agent. "You don't look like…"

"I'm not married to the suit." She said, keeping her voice low. "The woman who attacked Verdant brought the suit back."

"You may not be her, but you sure as hell match the FBI's description of a woman that has been roughing us up."

"Not my first choice, I don't react well when put in a corner. You people put me there." She growled as she poked a finger at Samanda's face. It was because of the incompetence of the FBI, the people her grandfather had served with distinction. They had opened Pandora's box upon her, they let Brick out. "You lot should wake the hell up, instead of playing to the tune that he sets he is manipulating you, and I think you have come to that realization."

Laurel exhaled, "Your men almost died trying to take my evil twin down. So, let me ask you this, Agent Watson, who do you think is the danger here, me or her?"

Agent Watson sized Black Canary up, with an irritated look, "Let's say that I believe the woman that broke into my house. Let's say that I give you the benefit of the doubt, what do you have for me?"

"The woman who attacked Verdant, dressed as Black Canary, she's one of yours. She's FBI."

Samanda Watson twisted her jaw, she hoped that she was trusting the right person. Brick had been playing her and the entire organization as fools. Perhaps the true Canary would set things back on track?

The Black Canary was her only hope, perhaps this woman would be able to give her a second chance to do the right thing. She felt so sick, and guilty for allowing Brick to so easily manipulate her.

"Keep talking."