January 26th - 2014

I pulled myself out from underneath the vehicle I'd been working on the last few weeks, a tarp keeping me from laying on the cold hard ground below me, a wrench in my hand and my face covered in grease and oil. It felt good to be working on a jeep again, that was one of my few pleasures back home. This one I found in the junkyard a few blocks from here, the engine was good, crankshaft turned, no rust in the spark plugs though they needed replacing, seems like the u bolts snapped and someone got rid of it. A forest green 1996 Jeep Cherokee, not too different from Sleipnir besides the color.

So what was wrong with it? Well the starter was toast, it had no battery in it, and of course the front axle required an overhaul. I had the time and now the strength. So after dragging this here with a chain wrapped around my shoulders like a makeshift harness, and worked on it when I wasn't training with Oliver and smacking around overzealous perverts. I'd just finished replacing the starter and charging the battery after getting the rest of it in order when I got a surprise visit from Cisco of all people.

"Nice wheels, you been doing the work yourself?"

"Yeah, had one back home and I couldn't just let her sit and rot in that junkyard, plus it's great for focusing the mind and helping me control my strength, snapped several wrenches until I learned to be gentle trying to get rusty bolts loose." I felt a bit bad that I'd managed to exert enough force to snap or bend the half a dozen wrenches in the pile over in the corner of my makeshift workspace, but I guess it came with being superhuman. I climbed into the driver's seat and used a little bit of bio-electricity on the ignition wires after tying the rest together to hear it roar to life, a couple gallons of gas I'd carried from the gas station five blocks away serving as enough. Cisco climbed into the passenger seat and I decided to get more fuel as shakedown cruise.

"So what brings you to starling, Cisco?" I asked, feeling a bit bad that I hadn't gotten back in touch with them outside of reports on my abilities.

"Wells asked me to do some tests in person, something about recent spikes in your bio-electricity and some weird noise in the satellite uplink signal."

"Ah, I can explain, I've been getting into more stressful situations, you wouldn't believe half of what I've been dealing with."

"Anything to do with that robot hand you sent us?, because that was both crazy cool, and really advanced."

"Actually yeah, you wouldn't believe where I got it from, well maybe you might, ever see the terminator?"

"No way, killer cyborgs?, really?!"

"You better believe it, two now actually, though this time I somehow managed to fry it with my bio-electricity, like an electric eel but without the water. Needed to make direct contact with my hands and burned my fingertips and palms, but otherwise I think it hurt him more than me." I noticed Cisco taking notes, apparently nobody expected that much electrical discharge, despite the EMP back in the hospital.

I spent the next few hours running through a whole new set of tests on equipment he'd put together and brought with him. Finally, I'd dropped him off at a nearby hotel he was staying in, no guest room in my factory hideout, though I wasn't sure how he'd even found it, I needed to ask him about that later. I got a ping from Oliver on my phone about needing backup so instead of heading back I decided to drive to the coordinates Felicity relayed to me, the GPS app working with the satellites after I'd managed to get it to re-synchronize with them.

Pulling up into the alley, I turned off the lights and made my way over to where Diggle was holding what looked like some kind of ninja, right league of assassins, of course. He was saying something in what sounded like Aramaic and an image flashed of someone dressed like this taking a vial of poison, so I quickly pressure point jabbed his shoulders when I saw his hands moving.

"What was that for?!" shouted Oliver as I quickly took the bottle of poison from his grasp.

"Assassins don't get caught alive often, he wasn't going to tell you anything, also he's two days early." I dropped it into Oliver's hands for safe keeping and gave the now groaning assassin my meanest glare.

"I know you work for the league, so tell me where Nyssa is, otherwise I might have to go find the dragon and drag you before him a failure." I smirked as his eyes become even more panicked.

"Or, you know, I could just dislocate every bone in your body..." I yanked a piece of fence out of the ground and started bending it making a u shape before dropping it at his feet.

"I wouldn't keep him waiting, I've seen what he can do, and it's nasty" Diggle ad-libbed catching on to the trick I was playing.

"The Docks, she's waiting for Ta-er al-Sahfer, that's all I know." I cracked my knuckles and stretched before glaring at him

"That everything?" I did another long stretch with my back cracking along the joints.

"She's not planning to let anyone live" he seemed more panicked.

"Losing my patience, assassin."

Suddenly, Oliver steps in front of me. "Look I can't keep my friend contained here, you think I'd be able to stop him?, now talk."

He said something in Aramaic again the faint smell of feces in the air. Sighing, Oliver knocked him out, and I tied his hands and feet up with a flat piece of steel from that fence I tore up. Never really was one for intimidation, but super strength certainly helps, plus I really hate murders, rapists, and abusers, so I have no sympathy for them, present company excluded given they were trying to do good as heroes now.

"So who did they take? Sarah's Mother?, Officer Lance?"

"Laurel, she was taken from her apartment, Sarah went to talk to her when she found the note about it telling her to meet Nyssa." I facepalmed quickly, realizing that the timeline really had begun to change drastically.

"Oliver, you want me to come with?, act as backup in case you need some muscle?"

"Fine, but you follow my orders, you're not ready to fight someone like Nyssa."