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"Mr. Queen, were you aware that your District Attorney was actually an impostor and did she seduce you trying to pose as your former love interest?" One of the reporters asked.
"How can we trust the police department, when one of your policemen was actually a metahuman?"
"Ladies and gentlemen, please, calm down and let me speak." Oliver requested as the reporters stopped talking. "We had no reason to believe that Miss Lance, or whoever she truly is, was actually an impostor. She had all memories of what we had been through since childhood, the same goes for what she told to Mr. Lance."
"Asides from sonic scream, does her metahuman power involve entering your mind or influencing your decisions, like mind control?" Another one requested.
"I… I cannot answer that question." Oliver said uncomfortably.
"How can we trust your city's administration, when it has been infiltrated twice? First by Adrian Chase, who was revealed to be the Throwing Star Killer, and now a metahuman, who claimed to be the deceased Laurel Lance, when there is evidence, that the body that had been buried two years ago, actually belonged to her and that your District Attorney is actually a metahuman?" The next reporter demanded.
"According to the evidence that we received, she was actually associated with the Throwing Star Killer, and also participated in the invasion of metahumans in Central City three years ago. Can you comment on that?"
"I… I cannot say anything in defense of Adrian Chase." Oliver said, trying to think of any arguments. "But I would like to believe that Miss Lance, or whoever she is, has sincere intentions, despite being a metahuman."
"And are you certain that your judgement isn't clouded by the fact that she looks like your former girlfriend?" Another reporter retorted.
The Arrow Lair
"Holy…" Curtis was speechless as he and Rene and Felicity were watching TV.
"Damn, Oliver just got squeezed. I may not be his fan number one but… he shouldn't be in that kind of a situation." Rene said.
"Certainly no one like Oliver." Curtis nodded.
"How did they even find out that Laurel and Dinah are metahumans?" Diggle demanded.
"Well, let's see what we can find." Felicity approached the computer as she typed in some commands before her face turned grim as she looked at the files she had hacked into. "Oh, frak."
"What?" Diggle asked.
"Look." Felicity turned on a video on the screen, where was the Flash and Black Siren on a crossroads in Central City.
"Laurel…" The Flash trailed off as he was facing Black Siren, who circled him around.
"Laurel Lance is dead, on this Earth anyway. Poor Black Canary. Bye-bye, birdie." Laurel mocked.
"Is that…" Diggle trailed off.
"When Zoom and his army of metas attacked Central City two years ago, yeah." Felicity nodded. "And it gets worse. Look." She typed in some commands as the next footage showed Laurel, in her Black Siren suit, facing Prometheus in a warehouse area.
"Your failure is unacceptable." Prometheus growled.
"You should've let me kill them, instead of some stupid role-playing idea." Laurel sneered. Not in mood for Laurel's disobedience, Prometheus grabbed her and threw her down on the ground before grabbing her by her throat as she choked out.
"It is not your place to question my agenda. Your freedom, your life is contingent on following my orders! Do you understand?!" Prometheus demanded as Laurel nodded fearfully.
Everyone paled. Felicity especially felt deep shame and guilt for mistrusting Laurel and letting her emotions get the better of her right after Billy's death, realizing how much was Laurel afraid of disobeying the masked psychopath. "Oh, my God…"
"Damn…" Rene whispered.
"I guess I can't blame her for listening to Chase now." Diggle said, ashamed of misjudging her.
"Where the hell did they even get this?" Curtis questioned.
"I… I don't know. I…" Felicity typed in some more commands before sighing. "Damn it. The sender used some kind of code that is too sophisticated."
"You're saying you can't trace it down?" Rene asked.
"Theoretically, we could… in five years and with an enough advanced processor that could decode it." Curtis said, disappointed.
"And it's the same code they used to get footage of Dinah using her sonic cry at Vigilante, when he tried to kill Oliver last year." Felicity said, examining another video file.
"Who the hell even has these kinds of means to track Dinah and Laurel down like that?" Rene questioned.
"I don't know." Felicity said. "This is… has to be… S.T.A.R. Labs kind of tech. Or next generation tech but neither Barry or his friends would ever—"
"There is someone else who may have that kind of a technology. And it's the same man, who's been spouting flames on metahumans for the past few weeks." Diggle said.
"You think Lex Luthor is behind this?" Curtis asked before laughing humorlessly. "OK, you do realize what you are suggesting."
"Curtis, this is the only logical explanation." Diggle insisted.
"OK, assuming you're right, Hoss, how are we gonna prove that?" Rene proposed.
An idea sparked in Felicity's brain before she pulled out a phone from her pocket. "It's a new LexCorp phone I bought last month. If the code is even just a tiny bit similar…" She plugged the phone into the computer before comparing the codes. "I guess your hunch was right, John."
"So, what are we waiting for?" Rene demanded.
"Whoa, slow down, what exactly are you going to do, Rene?" Diggle interrupted as Rene was about to take his Wild Dog gear. "You give the FBI or the NSA or another agency a proof that Luthor outed Laurel and Dinah as metas, who had infiltrated Star City's law enforcement, they might as well give him a Silver Star."
"John's right, we need to think this through and come up with a good plan to get Laurel and Dinah and who knows who else out of this without making too big of a mess, otherwise by the end of the week, Lex Luthor might as well becomes the president of the United States." Felicity said.
"What about your wife?" Rene turned to Diggle, who shook his head.
"A.R.G.U.S. is handling matters of national security and as far as they are concerned, Lex didn't violate it in any way. Right now, Lyla's hands are tied, officially but maybe she can do something through unofficial channels." Diggle said.
"If you don't count outing one metahuman superhero and a reformed metahuman criminal, who is technically an immigrant from another Earth as violating national security." Felicity added.
Rene paused for a moment before taking a breath and sighing deeply. "OK, fine. You made your point, but… really, what's the play here? We can't just sit on our asses here"
"First step, we need to call S.T.A.R. Labs, maybe Barry and the others can help." Felicity said.
"Wait, shouldn't we discuss this with Oliver first before we involve Barry? You do realize that they're not the fans of the Flash right now either." Curtis reminded.
"Oliver has other problems to worry about right now." Felicity turned to the screen, where Oliver was on the news, talking live with the reporters.
"When Luthor said he intended to 'cure' metahumans…" Curtis paused.
"Curtis, I honestly don't want to think about what does he mean by 'cure'." Felicity said lowly.
S.T.A.R. Labs, Central City
"Some of them are afraid of me." Barry sighed as he turned to the TV, where there was a group of protestors with boards, very verbally shouting out loud against the Flash.
"Not all of them." Patty reasoned before he turned to her, surprised. "I still have some friends in CCPD. Captain Singh and most of the force is still on your side."
"And you?" Barry questioned.
Patty chuckled. "Bartholomew Henry Allen, if this is a serious question, I think I might be offended."
Barry flushed a bit as he smiled lightly. "Can't blame me for asking."
"It's OK." Patty assured him before Harry rushed in.
"Allen. We have a problem." Harry said, looking agitated.
"What?" Barry asked.
"It's about Snow." Harry explained as Barry and Patty followed him to the Time Vault, where were Cisco and Ralph, looking worried as Harry touched the pedestal and Gideon's hologram turned on.
"What is it?" Patty asked.
"It's… the Time Vault. It's… I'll explain later." Barry said.
"Barry, Caitlin is in big trouble." Cisco said. "I had a vibe. And it wasn't good."
"Vibe?" Patty repeated. "You mean those visions that—"
"Yeah." Barry nodded.
"Remember Julian Albert?" Cisco asked and Barry nodded. "I saw some people torturing him and interrogating him. They made him tell them who we are."
Barry paled. "Who?"
"They didn't say who they were working for exactly but they said they were working for an organization that is concerned about a metahuman threat. One of them called herself 'Mercy Graves'." Ralph said.
Harry showed Mercy's profile on the hologram. "Lex Luthor's personal assistant, bodyguard, hitwoman, you name it."
"Oh, my God…" Barry whispered, realizing that neither he or anyone he cared about, was safe.
"And it gets worse. They have Caitlin and Laurel." Cisco said.
"What?" Barry exclaimed. Harry turned on footage from Caitlin's apartment, where she was being attacked by a group of men in black military outfit, who were prepared for her freezing powers before one of them fired a tranquilizer dart at her as she passed out and collapsed on the floor before taking off his mask and revealing his face and Barry paled. "Oh, my God, not him…"
"What?" Patty asked, not recognizing the man. "Barry, who is it?"
"I… I have to get to Star City, now. I gotta warn Oliver." Barry sped out from the Time Vault as Patty looked confused.
"Cisco, who is that man?" Patty demanded.
Cisco took a breath, about to break more bad news to Patty.
Elsewhere
Caitlin slowly came to as she saw nothing but darkness and felt cloth on her head but felt dizzy as she realized that she must have been drugged before she felt that the movement with her hands was limited and she had cuffs on her wrists. Caitlin manage to get the bag off her head to realize that she was in a plane and there were more people with her and just like Caitlin, they had black bags on their heads and power-dampening cuffs on their hands, wearing orange prisoner suits as she paled.
Metahumans… And a few seats away from her, there was a woman and Caitlin noticed the tattoos on her wrists as she looked at her cuffs as Caitlin narrowed her eyes and despite feeling dizzy, she recognized the tattoos. "Laurel?"
Then, she noticed a man with a rifle, wearing a military outfit and she paled as he neared Caitlin. "We don't need one of you freaks causing trouble."
The soldier whacked Caitlin in the head with the butt of his rifle, knocking her out.
The Arrow Lair, Star City
"Wait, are you serious?" Oliver demanded, after finishing the interview, not believing the news as Barry showed him the portrait he took of the man, who had abducted Caitlin.
"Deadly serious." Barry nodded.
Felicity looked confused. "That makes no sense, why would he—"
"It's not much of a leap, Felicity." Oliver said. "He went down a dark path, since seeing Slade kill a man, when he was a child and then, when Slade slaughtered the A.S.I.S. agents seven years ago. That inspired his son to turn into as much of a monster as Slade was, maybe even worse. The thing about darkness is that it's infectious and it can corrupt everyone around. The difference is that Slade was fueled by Mirakuru but his son…"
"…is fueled by anger and resentment." Felicity realized.
"He said he wanted to be exactly like his father. Like Deathstroke." Oliver explained.
"We need to find Caitlin and find Julian and save them both." Barry insisted.
"These are highly trained mercenaries and private military contractors, who also have countermeasures for any metahuman with powers. Even with Team Arrow's help, it's not enough." Diggle said.
"You're not going to call who I think you are, aren't you?" Felicity asked, already knowing the answer though and knowing that Oliver bringing in this particular backup could only make things worse as he picked up his phone.
"If things are really that bad, I may not have a choice, Felicity." Oliver said before he put the phone to his ear. "It's me. I need your help."
"He's lucky he spun it around like that the reporters needed to get their story straight." Felicity whispered.
"Felicity, I know you're all for optimism but this is much different than the situation with Billy." Diggle said as Felicity winced at the reminder of Prometheus tricking Oliver into killing her boyfriend. "Sorry. All I'm saying is that in the worst case scenario, we bought ourselves days, maybe weeks at best. We need to be quick."
Elsewhere
After hours of flight, Caitlin, Laurel and more metahumans were being dragged out of the plane in cuffs by the soldiers into a large building as Caitlin and Laurel, with the bags still on their head, heard jingling of chains as they were walking down the area before they were ordered to stop.
Caitlin could swear she heard yelling and quick footsteps, most likely someone trying to run or fight back before she heard hitting and groans of pain.
"You can't do this, I have rights!"
"Someone, who planned to tear down the whole city with a storm, has about as many rights as a wild dog!"
Caitlin immediately recognized the voice. It was Mark Mardon, the Weather Wizard. He groaned in pain and Caitlin heard groans and sounds of hitting as she paled at what was about to happen to her and she knew things were about to get worse and she was praying to God that Barry and her friends would find her quickly. She heard various names call out as there were more footsteps and pleas for lives or demands of what was going on or protests and various curses or other sounds that felt like struggling.
"Snow, Caitlin." They called her name and Caitlin felt a chill go down her spine. One of the soldiers grabbed her by her arm and dragged her down the area before he took the bag off her head and they injected something into Caitlin's neck as she hissed in pain.
"What is that?" Caitlin demanded.
"Something that shall ensure your compliance and obedience. You would be wise to not make this any harder than it has to be... or any colder than it has to be." The man explained and Caitlin paled as she followed the soldiers down the hall before they stopped and they showed a tray on a table, while another soldier approached her.
"Please, take off all articles of clothing and accessories. Earrings, watches, necklaces, jewelry, everything."
Caitlin blushed and immediately felt uncomfortable before she saw one of the soldiers, slowly inching his hand towards his gun on his belt. "We're asking you politely. Do you want to do this the hard way?"
Caitlin swallowed and took a breath before reluctantly taking off her clothes. She unbuttoned the jacket of her prisoner suit and took off the top before taking off shoes, socks and pants and she entered another round room, naked, as there was a beam of light shining on her and scanning her and she felt uncomfortable.
As soon as the light turned off, the door opened and Caitlin gulped as she saw the guards and the doctors, who neared her and drew some of her blood and saliva. Then, they showed her a white long gown and Caitlin sighed in relief. Finally, the humiliating part was over… or so it seemed. The door opened as she saw a white room with a table, where was a man with glasses and white coat sitting across her.
"What is this?" Caitlin demanded.
"Interrogation and interview process." One of the soldiers explained. "Should you pass the process… you are free to go."
"And if I fail?" Caitlin asked.
"Let's just say you better hope that we won't find out that you are who we think you are… Frost." The man said the final word with such contempt and Caitlin paled. "You and that crazy speedster freak made quite a mess two years ago. And so did that Siren, who will be right after you."
Caitlin gulped and entered as she sat across her interrogator, worried about herself, Laurel and mostly about Barry.
! Warning: From the following chapter onward, some parts but not all chapters shall contain adult content and suggestive themes that may not be appropriate for everyone but I am going to do my best to keep it leveled down and NOT refer too much to World War II. I highly apologize in advance if it shall offend you and I am giving you a chance to turn away from this story right now, if it displeases and offends you, since I would like to avoid any negative feedback and harsh critique later. It is your choice to keep reading or not and I am not forcing anyone to keep reading and I am asking you not to be too harsh at me, please, when reading. !
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