Darhk was sitting in the mess hall with Andrew Diggle. Even after everything that he, himself had endured. HIVE being destroyed by Oliver and his band of merry men. His wife had been killed by the urchin Loney Machin.

His daughter, Nora, was safe. He had heard from her that she was happily attending her new boarding school in Coast City.

But with HIVE and many of The Ghosts going underground and moving to greener pastures, Andy Diggle remained. He supposed that the younger man thought that he was the last semblance of his family or normalcy. He had betrayed his brother and turned his back on his child and wife. HIVE was his family.

Darhk looked up from his deck of cards. "The other inmates are being quite odd. They are keeping an abnormally large distance this morning. Do you agree, Mr. Diggle?"

"Yes, Sir. Slabside is going to explode today."

Darhk let out a dramatic sigh and cracked his knuckles. "I think that it is time to do what I asked you to do when this event was to transpire."

Andrew Diggle rose to his feet, "Aye, Sir." He marched off towards the cell of Jeremy Tell.

Darhk smiled, if things were going to get heated, he needed all the advantages he could get. Having a metahuman fight on your side would be a game-changer. It also helped that they had a sort of a rapport with the man in question.

He knew that Oliver would eventually see the error of his ways, and fight alongside them. He would come to realize that he was going to be targeted whether he liked it or not. And that it was better to side with the devil you knew, rather than the one you don't.

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Oliver jumped out of his cell once he heard gunshots and people yelling and screaming. He ran towards the office that the Warden would often visit. Windrow was not a bad person, and nor did he deserve to be killed and paraded around the prison, and his body desecrated.

Oliver threw the shiv that gifted to him Into one of Turner's thugs. before snatching the shotgun out of the man's grip and using the barrel of the gun as a baton, and knocking out the remaining two thugs that were after Windrow.

"Queen? I was just alerted to...What the hell is going on down here?"

Oliver dropped the weapon and picked up one of the thug's nightsticks. He smiled as he felt the familiar weight in his hands. Over the years he and Laurel have trained and sparred with this very sort of weapon. Her favorite weapon. It felt as if she were fighting alongside him somehow.

"You have a riot on your hands, Warden Windrow. I suspect that these men were sent to kill you to prevent word reaching the outside before it was too late."

"Turner and his lot are causing havoc to get to myself and Damien Darhk. Take a few men that you trust implicitly and lock yourselves in the security station and call for backup. Don't be a hero, sir."

The warden nodded frantically, sweat dripping from his forehead. "And yourself? There's no need to play the martyr."

Oliver looked over his shoulder as he started to walk towards the chaos. "I have everything to live for. I always had." It only took Slade to remind him of who he was, and what was really happening.

He then ran towards the cells to Darhk, killing people that were attacking him in droves. The man certainly hadn't lost his touch from being a League member. He moved just as gracefully as Nyssa, Ra's or even Malcolm.

Oliver jumped from the balcony and onto one of the men sent to kill him and Darhk. "I knew you couldn't resist fighting with me, Oliver. You finally realized that there is survival in numbers?"

Oliver dodged an iron bar that looked like it could have been bad from one of the bed frames, before relieving it from the man and using it. Everything became a blur, he didn't know how many men's skulls had been fractured, or limbs broken.

This was about survival.

I'm coming, Laurel.

Oliver swept his leg under another man, only for him to be trampled by the horde of criminals.

I'm coming home, Mia, William, and Speedy.

"We can't beat them all, Darhk. Not even with our training." Oliver panted as he threw the baton at someone with a gun, knocking him out.

"I'm not stupid Oliver. I have a plan, you don't live as long as I do without plans."

Just then, Oliver heard a loud thud and turned to see Benjamin Turner lying lifelessly on the cement floor. He had two playing cards lodged in his chest just above his heart.

"Bronze Tiger? What did you do, Darhk?" Oliver growled as he ducked and sent a hard punch to his attacker's side.

Oliver turned his head to see Darhk have a sinister smirk: "It's going to plan. I have commandeered Turner's plan to escape."

The helicopter.

Tell dived down to shoot several men with the spray of a shotgun in his hand. The metahuman after running out of ammunition had leveled the fight against them and only a few men.

"Darhk, what are you doing?"

"You, Tell, and I will be heading out. And then you can find out who killed your Canary."

"No." Darhk had proven himself in the past to renege on his oaths, so it wouldn't be long until he decided to attack Star City, or attack his family. He would have to be certifiable to let the man escape the confines of the jail.

Oliver threw one of the many weapons at Tell, knocking him to the floor, and before the meta could retaliate, Oliver ducked behind Darhk. His adversary received several razor-sharp cards into his legs, forcing the former Director of HIVE to the floor, bleeding out.

Oliver rolled to the ground and sent a hard kick to Tell's face, hearing a sickening crunch.

"You let him attack me, Oliver!" Darhk cried out as he applied pressure to his leg.

"Yeah, I did. You belong behind bars. I don't." Oliver walked towards Slade's cell hoping he was still alive. He could still hear the man back when they fought in Star City, mocking him for not learning his lessons. This was proof that Oliver did learn.

"Slade?"

"Kid, You look like hell."

Oliver nodded, touching his busted lip, "Just stopped the riot with Darhk and a metahuman. Why weren't you there?"

Slade's eyebrow rose. "I was busy getting a couple of valuable items for our escape." His brother then pulled out Mia's copy of Hamlet and his photograph of his family. "As a father, I know how important your kids are."

Oliver held back a tear, "Thank you…" He cleared his throat. "You ready to get out of this cesspit?"

"Absolutely," Slade said as he rose from his bed and walked with Oliver towards the roof access. "I thought you would never ask, kid."