Earth 1, The Caribbean
It was close to midnight. Lucy had been lying down since early evening but sleep wouldn't come. She was too wound up at the prospect of what was about to happen. In the end she got up and made herself a coffee - the last time she would ever do so in this kitchenette, she thought.
She sat in the living room and looked at the small collection of belongings that she was taking with her. At least there would be no more of those awful t-shirts that were part of her adopted persona, she thought. There were actually very few things that she wanted to take with her. A copy of the report that she'd produced was in the bag, of course. She felt as if it was burning a hole in the canvas - or maybe in her mind. If she was caught with that, the results would not be pleasant.
At one o'clock, she swung the bag over her head and right arm and quietly let herself out of the house. It was a clear night, with the moon half full. She followed the familiar path through the trees, coming to a halt in the shadows when she heard voices ahead of her.
''Do you want to go for a drink?''
She recognised the voice as belonging to one of the guards, evidently at the end of his shift.
''No, I'm shipping out early tomorrow. Savage wants me in Boston.''
Why, she wondered. Another, final, snippet of information to pass on.
She waited until their voices faded into the distance, before continuing on her way through the trees. She was heading north, keeping to cover, until she was well away from the houses. The next half mile was on the beach, before she took the path into the dunes.
The moon was half way to the horizon when she reached the rendezvous point. She glanced around and saw no one, yet. She eased into the shadows created by a narrow path into the dunes. It was at that point that she must have fallen into a shallow sleep - roused by what felt like a sudden gust of wind.
Her eyes snapped open. Some one was standing in the open, looking about. A slim male figure that might have been dressed in red - it was hard to tell by moonlight.
She waited.
''Evelyn?''
She smiled and climbed to her feet. It was so good to hear her real name spoken after all this time.
''Over here, Barry.'' she walked out of cover to meet him.
X
By dawn, the boat was in International waters, heading north towards the USA. She still hadn't managed to sleep - she'd handed the project report over to Oliver, who'd plied her with questions, until Barry tried to intervene on her behalf. Technically, she probably shouldn't have let him have sight of it - her information had all gone to A.R.G.U.S. up to that point - but she didn't care. She was going home to the Arrow team, where she belonged. She was Evelyn Sharpe, AKA Artemis, once again.