Under the Hood

One call: Part one

Harry sat waiting at a table glad to be keeping his weight off of his leg. The previous nights events had taken their toll on the two vigilantes, and although they were both above fit and healthy it didn't mean they could be punched and kicked like walking and talking punch bags and not feel a thing the next day. Especially when Harry had been used for knife practice and ended up with a metal blade in his leg.

He hadn't seen the knife coming as he'd been busy talking to Oliver, his friend in the green hood that night, and before he'd realised what had hit him, literally, he was on the floor with white hot pain shooting up and down his leg. The worst part about it was the guy who'd thrown it at him was a guy he previously incapacitated that night with an arrow to the chest. Apparently the man still had enough fight in him to overcome the injury to use Harry as target practice. And without a doubt he had. Luckily the blade had missed an artery, not that he nor Oliver had had the time to check it before Detective Lance had come and interrupted their welcome home party. And then he had shut it down for an investigation.

Even with the blade missing his artery a considerable amount of blood had still managed to get onto the floor of Adam Hunt's office. It was enough blood that it could be and would be classed as evidence in the vigilante case. It was also why tonight, when it started to get dark, Oliver and Harry would go to the police precinct and break into the evidence locker, destroying any evidence and trace of Harry's blood.

Hopefully the police hadn't started an analysis on it yet or Harry would be screwed, without a doubt. Judging by the lack of a swat team in the café arresting Harry he was willing to bet the police hadn't gotten around to it. Yet.

Which was why the sooner they destroyed the blood the better.

Harry broke from his thoughts when he heard a scrape of the chair opposite him, signalling him that Thea had returned with their drinks. He still didn't like coffee, but apparently the more you drank it the more you liked it so he would give it a try. Part of him still didn't know why he'd offered to do this, considering it was a weekend and he had offered to have a drink he didn't like. But hey, he'd offered, even if it was last night and he wouldn't let Thea down now, especially when he asked her because she was upset.

She handed him a cup of coffee and again he asked himself the question of 'why?' He took it without complaint though and took a sip like it was a drink he loved. "Thank you" he said, taking another sip before putting the cup down, wanting to shout out to the heavens as the hot drink burnt his mouth. Perhaps he'd leave that until it was a little cooler.

"You know" Thea said, not even trying to hide the smile on her face or the amusement in her voice. "Most people wait a couple of minutes for it to not be scolding hot before drinking it." She leant back, ignoring her drink like he should have done.

"Yeah well" Harry said trying to think of an excuse. "It wasn't as hot as it looked." What the hell Harry? Harry thought to himself.

"Really? Cause the steam still coming off of it and the pained look you gave me when you tried it told me otherwise." She still had a smile on her face, one that reached her eyes and Harry decided that he preferred her smiling than not. He hadn't actually seen her smile since he'd arrived in Starling City. The only time he had was when she saw Oliver again for the first time.

"Yeah well…" Not coming up with anything Harry shrugged his shoulders in defeat. "Okay so it was a little hot, big deal."

Thea laughed at this. "It looked more than a little hot" she pointed out.

Harry threw his hands up in the air. "So it was very hot, either way it burnt my mouth" he said, laughing himself.

"I thought so" Thea said smiling into her coffee which was now cool enough to drink.

"Oh don't do that" he said smiling as he now took a sip of the cool drink. He leaned back in his chair watching her as she slowly got more and more confused.

"Do what?" she asked, leaning back in her own chair, coping Harry's movement.

"The 'I told you' voice'" he told her. His arms were crossed and he had his eyebrow raised once again.

"I wasn't doing an 'I told you voice'." Thea was defiant as she said this.

"Yeah, that's not what I heard." The two stared each other down for a second, waiting for the other to talk first.

"I wasn't."

"Yeah you were" Harry stated. "We all know you were. You can't deny you weren't."

"You need to stop saying were" Thea said back and the two laughed again. As the laughter died down to a comfortable silence Harry's mind started to wander again, something that he found happened a lot. He watched Thea and smiled. It was good having a friend his age again. Not that he didn't enjoy having Oliver as a friend but there was still a massive age gap between them. An age gap that in some cases caused a separation between the two. Having someone he could talk to his age was a nice feeling that almost made his life feel normal, like he hadn't spent his entire childhood on a not so deserted island in the middle of nowhere.

"So" Thea started bring Harry out of his thoughts for a second time. "How does it feel to be back in civilisation?" She asked this cautiously, like she was afraid he'd go quiet.

Although the question was unexpected Harry didn't seem shocked. "Erm, it's good" Harry said. "Great actually, the beds are a lot nicer as well and not having to cook food over a camp fire is a nice change." He said this with a smile on his face, surprised that he was making jokes about the island and he felt comfortable doing so.

"Really, and here I was thinking you liked camping" Thea said, "You seem like the outdoors type."

"Well, I like adventure if that's what you're saying" Harry said thinking about the times at Hogwarts where he was doing things he never expected he'd see let alone take part in. Play Quidditch for Gryffindor and catching the snitch, making potions and casting spells. Even climbing down a trap door had been exciting, scary as well. "I didn't like the rain though. Or the thunder, that tended to keep me up at night."

Thea giggled. "I used to be afraid of thunder. Now it's kind of relaxing I guess. In a strange and backwards sort of way."

"Yeah me too" Harry said leaning back in his chair further.

"The scar on your forehead" Thea said. "Where did you get it? I mean… I just I noticed it when you arrived but I didn't want to say anything but now seems like a good time. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that."

"No… no it's fine" Harry said. "I just wasn't expecting you to ask."

"I shouldn't have asked. That's twice now that I've done this. Just forget I bought it up" she said looking down at her drink. This time there was an awkward silence, one that lingered in the air between the two. Not knowing what to do Harry just stayed sitting there in silence hating every minute of it. Why did he always manage to do this between the two of them? He didn't have a clue about what to say and by looking at Thea he knew she didn't either. The silence lingered for a little longer before Harry went to speak, not being able to stand it any longer. He was interrupted however by the news on the small TV in the corner of the café. Everyone seemed to be watching it.

A woman appeared on the screen and Harry realised it was the same woman who had announce his and Oliver's return a couple of days ago. "Jeffrey Martin was found dead in his home this morning at ten am along with his wife and one of his sons. The other one who is sixteen came home to find his family gone. The reason for Martin's death is still unclear; however there have been small signs of a break in at his house. The police were contacted at nine thirty this morning by Martin's next door neighbour who has asked to be unnamed but the witness says he heard three loud bangs, the result of a gun being fired numerous times at the Martin family, sadly killing them all on scene. Martin works as the right hand man of Keith Lamont, a man well known for his global charity fund raising events where he helps to raise money for people who have been caught in natural disasters and have nowhere to live. Only last year did he have such an event and managed to raise two hundred thousand dollars for those affected by the two thousand and eleven earthquake in South Africa where hundreds of people were killed and thousands made homeless."

Everyone watched the screen intrigued about what was being said. Another man appeared on screen now. He had white blond hair that was slicked back against his head and he wore a pristine grey business suit. The man reminded Harry of a muggle version of Malfoy. Although he was sure he recognised the man's name but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Mr Keith Lamont has some things to say" the woman continued.

"It's a terrible turn of events" the man, Keith Lamont said. "Jeff was a great man and he worked wonders for the charity. He was the main man behind it all and if it wasn't for him the things we have done for this planet would have never have happened. I'm just shocked at why someone would do this sort of thing. I mean, Jeff was a great man and his family would never do anything that could trigger something like this. I just feel sorry for Jackson, he's only young and to lose your family like this must be horrible, obviously I will be doing everything I can to help aid the police in their investigation and I ask, please, if anyone knows anything on what happened here, go to the police and tell them."

The man finished talking, each one of his words had been filled with emotion and Harry could have sworn there was a tear in the guy's eye. "It's a sad story but we know the Starling City police department will find the men who caused this and bring justice to them. On to other news, last night Adam Hunt was attacked by two men, one in a green hood and the other in a red hood. They warn everyone to stay clear of these men and if they should see them then they should contact the police immediately."

At this Harry turned away from the screen and looked at Thea who looked as shocked and as affected as he felt. The mood in the café seemed to have changed quickly and no one was talking. Harry thought back to what the woman had said. Keith Lamont, he could have sworn he had heard that name before but he couldn't think where. It was right on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't get it any further.

But he knew that name from somewhere.

A ringing from ahead of him bought him from his thoughts. "Hello?" Thea said as she answered her phone. "Oh yeah, I'm kind of busy at the moment, could we talk later." Thea looked at Harry and shook her head when Harry asked who it was. "Okay. Fine I'll come now, Harry" she said looking at him. "I need to go, my friend is in a bit of trouble and she wants me to go over to hers."

Harry nodded his head. "Yeah, that's fine. I should probably be leaving now too" he said standing up and draining out the rest of his coffee.

"I'm so sorry" she said giving Harry and apologetic smile before leaving the café.

"It's fine" Harry said paying the waitress who came over to him to collect their empty cups. He then left the café too, but turned to go towards the old Queen factory instead.

-o-0-o-

Harry arrived at the Queen factory to find Oliver was nowhere to be seen. He was a little surprised considering he and Oliver came to the factory every day since they had found it and set up their base in it. Harry however, did leave to explore the city and get some fresh air whilst Oliver seemed to stay indoors all day to either train or research something, more likely someone on the computer. If you could call it that. The piece of technology was ancient, and not the one day old plate of food ancient, no, the computer was more like reviving a dinosaur and introducing it to the twenty first century ancient. I mean, Harry didn't know technology well, having only used a little himself, but he knew the computer they had wasn't good.

He didn't know what to expect when they got it from some old junk shop on the corner of the road, but he wasn't expecting to be transported back in time to the days where electricity was first invented. And Harry was the one who had to buy the computer as well. And he wouldn't deny it being a little embarrassing. However, Harry still did it, knowing that if Oliver, son of the famous billionaire Robert Queen walked into the run down shop and asked for the cheapest computer they owned, questions would be asked and eyebrows would be raised. And that was the last thing they needed right now, at the beginning of everything they had planned for the city.

He switched on the computer, it taking more than a few minutes to load and fully start up. A few more minutes than Harry would have liked but he couldn't change that yet, after all, it's not like they needed some fancy computer either. Just one that had a wireless connection was good enough, and after some improvements they had a connection so it didn't matter.

He typed Keith Lamont into the search bar and clicked on the first link. He already knew the man was wealthy, not so much as Oliver or Adam Hunt, but wealthy enough. Keith Lamont was born into a wealthy family on his mum's side and used his money to pay for fundraising events like the one for the earthquake in Africa.

There was literally nothing bad on this man, no dirt that could be used against him apart from a driving ticket two years ago. Yet somehow, Harry knew there was something. He recognised the man's name, he knew he did. And he'd only been back for less than a week so it couldn't have been for a good reason that he'd recognise the name. He tapped the table in thought and did that for several minutes, completely lost in his thoughts of who Keith Lamont was and why the hell he recognised the name.

He only looked up when he heard the door to factory open and without realising it his hand moved closer to the knife sitting on the table next to him. He relaxed when Oliver came running down the stairs with a smile on his face.

"You look happy" Harry said, taking notice of the childlike grin on his friends face.

"Really?" Oliver asked walking over to him.

"If the goofy grin is anything to go by."

"Ah yeah. Just erm… Dig found me when I went out to get some food" Oliver stated. Once he reached Harry he carried on. "He wasn't pleased."

"You left the factory?" Harry said in mock shock.

"Funny. And yes. Dig wasn't pleased at all so I'd do my best to avoid him if I were you." Oliver looked at the computer screen and skim read the information.

"Thanks for the advice" Harry said back, turning to read the information too. And he wasn't surprised to find out that there was nothing of any interest to him on the man again.

"Keith Lamont?" Oliver asked "Isn't he the guy whose on the news?"

"Yeah he is" Harry said looking to Oliver who was pulling up his own chair to get a better look at the screen. "His business partner Jeffrey Martin was murdered this morning. Police are saying it's a robbery gone wrong."

"But you don't think so?" Oliver asked, hearing the disbelieving note in Harry's voice.

Harry leant back in his chair and sighed, his hand holding the bridge of his nose. He dropped his hand and looked to Oliver, "I don't know. It all seems believable, it's just part of me says it's not. I mean, who robs a house on a fourth floor apartment and takes the time to kill all of the family before leaving? And I recognise the name Keith Lamont, and I'm almost certain it's not for a good reason."

"Almost? What makes you say that?" The older man seemed genuinely interested when he asked, not just asking for the sake of it.

"Well I've been looking for a solid half an hour and I've found nothing on him. Unless you count a speeding ticket for going four miles over. Basically, this guy seems like the greatest guy in the world. I mean he's known for charity events."

"But something still feels off about him?"

"Yeah" Harry replied standing up to stretch his aching muscles.

"Good, cause I thought that too when I saw the news clip." Oliver watched Harry as the boy went over to the bow cases, opening Oliver's and pulling out the small leather bound notepad.

"Can I borrow this?" he asked Oliver, holding it up to show the man what he was talking about.

"Erm sure but be careful with it" Oliver said as Harry headed to the stairs. "Why do you want it?" he asked.

"To check to see if Keith Lamont is in here."

"You're serious about this aren't you?"

"Yeah I am. The name's annoying me and I want to find out why I recognise it" Harry said before he left their base of operations, walking back onto the streets of the Glades.

-o-0-o-

Harry sat on the front porch of the queen mansion, flicking through the pages in the small leather bound notepad. He was halfway through the dirty book and he had still found nothing. He wasn't surprised either though. He'd read through the book hundreds of times and thought he would remember the name being in the book if it was there. With each page he turned he was starting to lose hope at finding the name. Maybe he was just worrying over nothing, and Keith Lamont was as the internet said. A man who had money and spent it on others. He had found a name of a person with the same initials, a Kieran Lewis, and when Harry first read it his hopes had been lifted, only for him to reread it and be let down.

Another ten minutes passed, with Harry sitting on the steps leading up to the Queen Mansion, and he'd still found nothing and he knew he wouldn't, considering there was only two pages left. He would be annoyed if he had read the entire note book for nothing. On hearing footsteps behind him Harry slipped the notebook into his pocket and picked up the book he had resting against his leg. He opened it to a random page just as the person spoke.

"There you are Harry" and Harry relaxed slightly when he recognised the voice as Moira. "I've been looking for you. I called Oliver but he said you'd left him an hour ago."

Harry smiled sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders. Since he'd moved in with the Queen family he had definitely started feeling more at home. He even felt more relaxed around them but still nowhere near enough that he could feel one hundred percent comfortable on his own with them. "Sorry, erm, I was here" he said.

"I noticed" Oliver's mum said smiling sweetly at him. "What were you doing?"

"I was reading" Harry replied. He was definitely glad he'd bought another book along with him. Otherwise it would be a little awkward explaining to Mrs Queen that he was reading a very old and tattered notebook for no reason. And then he'd also have to make up an excuse about what was written in it which would then start to get confusing. "It's a book Oliver told me about actually."

"Oliver recommended a book to you?" Mrs Queen asked, shocked.

"He didn't recommend it, just told me about how it's one of the only books he can remember reading so I thought I'd have a look." Harry felt quite happy with his excuse, plus he wasn't lying, Oliver had told him about the book and he had wanted to read it since then, which just made it easier for him to say. He was good at lying to people but that didn't mean it was easy. He showed Mrs Queen the book and the woman took it from him. The corners of her mouth curled slightly as she read the front cover.

"The odyssey? I remember when he had to read this, and he complained about it the entire time." As she said this Moira was laughing quietly to herself. "He hated it but what he hated more was that by the end of it he thought it was an okay book."

"That sounds like Oliver" Harry said taking the book back off of Moira. "So erm, what did you want to talk to me about?" Harry asked in order to steer the conversation away from unstable ground.

"Ah yes. You said you were seventeen didn't you?" she asked, and Harry nodded his head, uncertain of where this was going.

"Erm yeah I am."

Mrs Queen nodded her head. "Well I was contacted today by the education department of Starling City" she said. "They want you to go back to school." Harry looked at her shocked, he seriously hadn't been expecting that. At all. And why did he have to steer the conversation in this direction? The last thing he needed on his plate right now was education.

"To school" he said, still in slight shock. "I… I don't know what to say" he said in complete honesty. How could he go to school? He hadn't been in normal education for six years, hadn't been to a school of any sort for five of them.

"I know that's the last thing you would expect me to say" Mrs Queen said, "but legally you still have to go, for at least one year."

"At least?" Harry asked, not liking where this was going.

"Before you go they'd want to see you development, where you're at as you missed out on five years. Depending on your educational level depends on what grade you're put in."

"So I could end up going for years?" he asked. "Great."

"I know you don't want to hear this. You've just got back and the last thing on your mind is school, but if you want we can possibly hire out a tutor for you, to get you back up to high enough educational standard, then you can join your actual year. And we would en-role you at Thea's school, that way you're not completely on your own." Harry could tell Mrs Queen wanted to help him as much as possible, but that didn't mean he liked the idea anymore than before.

"I don't know" he said, unsure of what was going on.

"I know, but you need to get used to the idea Harry. We don't have a choice in the matter but this way we can ensure you an easy ride."

Harry bit his lip and nodded his head. "Erm okay" he said and Mrs Queen nodded before turning and leaving. Harry stood still in shock. This was seriously the last thing he'd been expecting. And why did he seem more afraid of this prospect than going up against known and wanted criminals? He looked down at the book in his hand and sat down on the stairs, this time actually reading the novel, not the notebook. He needed to catch up. A lot. Yeah he'd learnt a bit on the island, but he doubted that was everything he needed to know. And he sure as hell wasn't going to go back for longer than was necessary.

-o-0-o-

Harry walked through the Glades in the direction of the old Queen factory. It was going to be getting dark soon so he needed to meet up with Oliver there before they made a pit stop at the police station. He still didn't know he way around the city yet however, thanks to his years on the island he learnt to remember routes and ways around a place quickly, so it had only taken him a couple of trips to the factory to remember his way there. He was glad he did too now, as the place was a maze of alley ways and streets which meant the less time he spent there the less chance there was of him revealing his secret.

He stopped in his tracks when he heard someone behind him call his name. "Mr Potter" someone called and Harry recognised the voice, although he couldn't put a face to it. Although it hit him like a slap in the face when he turned around and saw who it was. It also made a pit of annoyance and caution open up in his stomach.

"Detective Lance" Harry said in an even tone. "What are you doing here?"

"Just left the station. I could ask you the same question" the man said back.

Harry looked down at his shoes, trying to put on the act of feeling embarrassed. "I erm…" he stopped and looked at Detective Lance. "I got lost."

Lance didn't look fooled at all. "You got lost?" he asked.

"Yeah" Harry said trying to sound as genuine as possible. "I told Oliver I was gonna go for a walk, and well, that was a bad idea as I have no clue where I am."

"You're in the worst part of the glades" the Detective stated.

"I am" Harry said shocked.

"Yeah you are."

"Well" Harry said thinking of a way to get off the conversation. He looked at the detective and did his best impersonation of Oliver, showing the man a confident grin. "Is there a reason why you called me, or was it just for a friendly chat?" Detective Lance laughed clearly not amused by Harry's lies.

"I guess other peoples personalities do rub off on others" Lance said, taking in Harry's acts of being a cocky teenager. Like Oliver used to be.

"I don't understand" Harry said keeping up the pretence.

"I was looking for Queen I thought you might know where he is as the two of you don't seem to ever be more than a few metres apart. Apparently you don't."

Harry forced back the involuntary rise of his eyebrow. "I think he said he was gonna go back to the mansion. Do you need me to hand on a message?"

"No, I'll talk to him tomorrow" Lance said. "I take it you know your way back when you get to the main city?" Lance said.

"Yeah. Why?" Harry asked.

"Because if you're lost I'll show you the way there. I need to talk to you about something anyway" Lance said walking away from Harry, his tone of voice giving Harry no room to argue.

Biting back a sigh Harry followed the man. "Thank you Detective" he said.

"Yeah well, like I said, I need to talk to you." The two men walked back in the direction Harry had previously come, neither one making the first move to actually talk. When they had been walking for several minutes without word to each other Harry decided to be the one to start.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" he asked trying to sound interested and not a little worried. After all, he was talking to a Detective that seemed to hate Oliver and the vigilantes.

"It's about last night" Lance said glancing at Harry from the corner of his eyes. "My partner said you were favouring your left leg at your party last night. It's strange don't you think?"

"What's strange?" Harry asked. He knew the direction this was heading in. So maybe he and Oliver needed to sort out this evidence problem quicker than they first thought.

"What's strange is how you and Oliver survive five years on an uncharted island and return at the same time two masked vigilantes show up in town. Then you have a party across the road from Adam Hunt's building who was attacked the same night by the vigilantes again."

"Your point?" Harry asked, trying to sound naive.

"My point is one of the vigilantes was wounded in the fight at Adam Hunt's place. On his leg and there you are limping."

"I don't know what you're talking about" Harry said.

"So you're saying your legs fine and my partner's lying."

"No what I'm saying if you let me finish, is that I'm not this vigilante that you seem adamant I am."

"So you did hurt your leg?" Detective Lance asked.

"No" Harry replied, "my foot actually, last night some girl at the party trod on my foot and spilt her drink all over me, it hurt and I was limping. But now it's better."

"Really and you have proof of this?" Lance asked.

"What of my foot? Yeah look down and it's there" Harry said losing his patience.

"Not your foot" Lance said clearly struggling to hold back his own anger. "Your clothes with the drink on?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Maybe, it depends if it's been washed."

"So you'll be able to show me if I wanted to see it?"

"Yeah I would" Harry said knowing that he'd chucked the suit in the back of his cupboard.

"Good, when I come to see Oliver tomorrow show me it" Lance said. "This is it. I'm sure you can make it back home without getting lost." Harry faced Lance fighting back his anger.

"Thank you" he said walking in the direction of the mansion as a pretence of going home. As soon as he was out of site he went a different way back to the glades. He retraced his steps by jumping from rooftop to rooftop instead so as to avoid Detective Lance who was going back to his home.

-o-0-o-

"He wants to talk to me?" Oliver asked from under the cowl of his green suit. Even without being able to see Oliver's facial features, Harry knew the other man was curious and a tad bit concerned. After all, Harry felt the same way.

"Yeah, I think it's for information about the vigilantes, considering that was his topic of choice for me" Harry said as he dropped down onto a ledge opposite the top window of the police department. Ahead of him was their chosen entrance to the evidence locker. A window on the second floor of the building. Obviously they could have gone through the door but that would have been a lot harder as they'd have to sneak past several policemen on their way in and out. This way he and Oliver could get into the building easily without being spotted. What also made it easier was the fact that Detective Lance had already gone home and he was their main concern as the man seemed so intent on capturing them.

"For you?" Oliver asked next to Harry.

"Yeah. He was just asking about my leg but I don't think he has any actual evidence to prove anything. Although he does want to see my suit with the drink on as proof of what I said." Oliver looked over at Harry confused.

"What do you mean the suit with the drink on?" Oliver asked. It was now his third question on the matter and he wasn't really getting any further with finding out what was going on.

"Oh yeah" Harry said remembering everything clearer now. "I didn't tell you that part. It's nothing really. Just a girl at the party spilt her drink on me."

"Really" Oliver said. "What was she like?" His voice now took on a joking tone.

"Too young for you" Harry stated knowing Oliver wasn't asking for that reason. "But she seemed alright. But then I guess any girl at that party would seem alright when you just walked past a group of them all screaming the house down."

"Oh were they the group at the bar?" Harry nodded in answer to Oliver's question. Oliver nodded his head in thought, a smiling creeping onto his face, "Tommy was considering throwing them out."

"I wish he had" Harry stated. The light in the evidence room turned out which gave Harry the all clear to jump over to the window ledge. His hands clasped around the window ledge and his body slammed painfully into the wall. For several breathtaking seconds Harry hung onto the window ledge with his body dangling metres above the ground, waiting to see if he'd caught anyone's attention. When no one walked into the room he pulled himself up onto the ledge and sat on the small space he had on offer. Without taking both hands off of the window ledge he felt around in his left boot for a small knife he knew he had hidden there. When his fingers brushed it he pulled it from his boot and slid the blade under the window frame to catch the latch on the other side of the window to open it. A small click coming from the other side told him he'd successfully unlocked it.

"Talking of girls" Oliver said as Harry pushed the window up. "Have you spoken to Hermione yet? I just think the sooner you do it the better."

Harry looked at Oliver. "You know you successfully went half a day without asking me that" he stated before climbing in through window. He landed lightly on the floor, his boots making hardly any sound on the wooden ground. The lights were still off, and they would have to stay that way but Harry wasn't too bothered. He and Oliver had come prepared; both of them had a flashlight that they'd use when they started their search.

It was a light tap on the floor which told Harry Oliver had entered behind him. He switched on his own flashlight and moved forwards, being careful not to shine it in the direction of the door in case it sent a shadow out the other side. "That's better than before" Oliver said from behind him. The man in green's voice was now considerably quieter, it being barely above a whisper.

Harry glared at him from under his hood however Oliver couldn't see it. "Either way I don't like it" Harry said. "I'll call her in my own time. Now who's doing what?"

"As I'm the one skilled with technology I'll look for scans of the blood, you look for the physical evidence." Harry nodded his head to let the man know he'd heard him before walking to the opposite side of the room looking for something that would hold his blood. "And if I let you talk to her in your own time you'd never do it."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah well maybe that's a sign I shouldn't call her."

"No that's called you wimping out" Oliver stated as he sat down in the computer chair and started to open up case files. "What about Ron, have you called him?"

"No" Harry said in exasperation. "He doesn't even own a phone."

"Ah yeah the whole magic and electricity thing" Oliver said, still unclear on the whole idea of magic and electricity. He wasn't very clear on magic in general, other than the fact that Harry had it and he had friends who had it. And the fact he'd met them at a school of magic. Harry had also explained to him the Voldemort problem that England had. He didn't know if they still had it but by going on the fact that England was still up and running with nothing strange happening he was pretty sure Voldemort wasn't a problem now.

The two left each other to their own devices after that, with Oliver searching through the police database for signs that Harry's blood had been tested whilst Harry looked for the actual blood.

Harry had been through several filing cabinets to try and find something on the hoods but didn't find much. He'd looked through several files and found nothing. Well he'd found some interesting crimes, some of which were laughable. One such guy had tried to steal a woman's purse but was stopped by an old lady in a car. Apparently the pensioner had run over the guy's foot and broken it in several places, giving the police enough time to catch the man. He'd even found Oliver's criminal record too. "Dude you stole a taxi?" Harry almost laughed.

"What?" Oliver asked turning to look at Harry, his face quickly changing from confusion to worry. "You shouldn't read that" Oliver said trying to swipe away the file.

"Alright alright" Harry said putting the file away. "But come on. Peeing on a police officer? And I wonder why they hate you?"

"Shut up and get back to looking for the blood" Oliver said but Harry could hear the smile in his voice.

"Alright" Harry said getting to the files for 'T'. Because for some reason if there was a 'the' before vigilantes it meant they went in the 'T' section. "I'm just saying." Harry looked through their very small folder, it was only a page long and only included information on the people that they had killed and the money they'd stolen from Adam Hunt last night. He skim read through it looking for information on the evidence. Smiling, Harry looked at the writing at the bottom of the page. 'Evidence locker room two, blood number: one-two-eight-five.' He tapped the folder lightly walking over to the evidence room and trying the door. Unsurprisingly, the door was locked so he bent down and picked the lock. Another satisfying click telling him he'd been successful.

The evidence locker was dark, kinda how he'd expected it, and was full of shelves with different bags of evidence from different crimes scenes. The light from his torch lit everything up individually and Harry was slightly shocked when the light reflected back his own reflection on a mirror. Harry was half expecting Oliver to make some sort of half witted comment from the other room so he was glad the other man hadn't heard his slight intake of breath.

On the other side of the room, hidden by shelves of junk from old crime scenes Harry saw a metal door that had the number two written above it. He walked over and unlocked that door too. Unlike the other room this one was a lot cooler, like someone had taken the temperature from the arctic and placed it into this room. It was like a big walk in freezer without the ice. But then he guessed it had to be if this was where blood was stored.

Eventually he found a rack with his blood on and he picked it up before leaving the room again and closing the doors behind him. Oliver was outside the room leaning against the door frame.

"You found it?" he asked fiddling with the string of his bow. Instead of answering him Harry just showed him the blood to which Oliver smiled at him.

"Have they run DNA tests?" Harry asked back.

Oliver's face dropped slightly and the inside of Harry felt like jelly. "No they haven't" Oliver replied after several seconds laughing slightly at Harry.

"Good." He knew his voice sounded slightly shaky but he carried on acting like he hadn't felt anything at Oliver's joke.

"It is" Oliver said. "Although not getting stabbed in the first place would make everything a lot easier." Oliver was the one who climbed out of the window first leaving Harry alone in the room alone for several seconds before he copied Oliver's actions and jumped to the roof top ahead of the window.

"Well that wouldn't have happened if you hadn't nearly been shot" Harry shot back in defence.

"True" Oliver stated. "But that isn't something that happens often. You don't have an excuse for every other time." Harry rolled his eyes at Oliver, taking the lead as they headed back to the old factory.

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