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This chapter is decently long for me, so that's a bonus. Plus, I think you'll all like this chapter. Pretty good action, y'know? Alright, I'll let you get along to the chapter.

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It was now two in the morning. Oliver had been doing surveillance along the rooftops, keeping an eye out for any troubles from Crock or the Triad. Felicity was back at the basement, keeping an eye on surveillance cameras for anything that could help him out with Diggle (after Oliver made him stay behind).

So far, the night was quiet. He had seen just minor crimes – a stolen purse here, graffiti there – none of which were his problems. The cops could deal with those idiots. He needed to focus on bigger things that could end up in more deaths. Especially after the Undertaking happened on his watch.

"Anything?" he asked Felicity through their comm unit. He could almost hear her purse her lips as she got ready to respond.

"Nothing. It's being unusually quiet tonight, isn't it?" she asked. Oliver had to agree. It was never this quiet, not in Starling City and especially not where the Glades met the docks. That area was a breeding ground for crime. "What if he knew you were coming? Packed up and left?"

"There's no way Crock could have known," Oliver countered. "Not unless he can see the future. I'm going to go into a few of these buildings, look around. See if I can find anything that could help me find him."

"What about the warehouse, two buildings to the east?" Diggle asked. "Strategically, it's a great building for defense, hiding… everything that Crock could need right now." Oliver turned, surveying the building.

"I'll check it out," he said, dropping the conversation.

It took no time at all for the Hood to reach the warehouse in question. He peered in a window, seeing nothing that would arouse his suspicions. Which was to be expected, unless Crock was a bigger idiot than he thought. Oliver found an unlocked door and snuck in, trying to stay as stealthy as possible – which was easy for a man who spent five years surviving on an island. Suddenly, he heard a scream.

The scream sounded like it came from a girl – it was too shrill to be a man, or even a small boy. Not thinking, Oliver raced towards where it was going. If there was someone in trouble, he had to help. Especially if the Triad had gotten ahold of the girl.

Oliver was sprinting through what appeared to be the room where the factory workers spent most of their time. There were bits and pieces of belongings left behind for years after the warehouse was abandoned. It was a wide space, with some walkways high up that supervisors would use to watch the workers. And, he realized, the perfect place for a trap.

He ran to a door, pushing on it with all his might. It wouldn't give. Just as he loaded an arrow to destroy the door, he heard a voice behind him.

"Well, if it isn't the infamous Hood. I feel honored to be considered a target of yours," a deep, old voice said. Oliver turned around, keeping the arrow notched and aiming at the man. He seemed old, maybe in his late forties-early fifties. He was wearing a mask that resembled a hockey mask, and wore enough padding to be considered armor but not so much as he couldn't move. "Although, you were gullible enough to fall for the trap. Tut tut."

"Lawrence Crock," Oliver said, glaring at him under the hood. "You have –"

"Failed this city," the man mocked. "So you say. But in reality, what have you been doing? Going around, shooting people with your idiotic arrows? Is that any better than what I do?"

"I don't kill innocents. Just men like you," Oliver protested, his voice gravelly and deep. He took a step towards Sportsmaster, but an arrow landed at his feet. He stopped and looked up for the source on the rigged walkway, aiming his bow at… a young teenage girl. Confusion set in, but he didn't let it show. Sportsmaster laughed.

"What? Scared to shoot a girl?" he asked. "Typical. You vigilante types let too many rules come into play. Us, however? We don't."

As if on cue, the girl let loose another arrow at Oliver. He was able to dodge, but the distraction was made. Sportsmaster charged in, hitting Oliver with a hook to his face. Oliver felt the blow connect, but he used the momentum to spin around and kick Crock back. Arrows flew at Oliver, but he couldn't worry about them. Instead, if he could just get to a spot she couldn't aim at, he could deal with Crock and then the girl. It was obvious that she had been the one who screamed, luring him here. Why would a girl even be working with him? Unless…

Oliver didn't have time to think. Sportsmaster's punches were too fast, too many for Oliver to worry about why the girl was working for Sportsmaster. Sportsmaster pinned Oliver flat on his stomach.

"Give up, Hood. You're no match," he said. Oliver grunted before throwing him off. Sportsmaster was quickly up, but Oliver had his hands on a pipe. He brought it down on his head, as hard as he could. Sportsmaster grunted, his vision hazy as he fell to the floor. "Get him!" he shouted, voice already going out. Oliver assumed he was talking to the girl. Knowing Crock was incapable of pursuit for at least a moment, Oliver launched an arrow at the door, blowing it up and creating an escape. The plan was going to hell, and he had to regroup.

Running through the building, he kept his path wild and untraceable while ignoring the shouts from Felicity and Diggle in his ears. "A little busy," he grunted back to them. They shut up, trying to help him find a way out.

"Door on your left. It leads to a stairwell that leads to the roof," Felicity chirped in his ear. Oliver nodded, before remembering she couldn't see him, just the floor plan. Wordlessly, Oliver ran up the stairwell and onto the roof.

"Alright, I'm out. I'll be back there at –" Oliver was interrupted by a kick to the stomach. Looking up, he saw the girl from before. Now that she was done from the rafters, he could get a good look at her. She had less padding than Sportsmaster to account for her agility. The girl's blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Her clothes were black with oranges throughout, along with a mask that covered her upper face with a pattern around her left eye.

"Who are you?" Oliver asked her. "Why are you working with Sportsmaster?" The girl stared at him through her mask for a moment before getting into a fight stance.

"It's me or you," she said simply. Oliver understood. She wanted a fight. Oliver didn't necessarily want to fight a teenage girl, but he knew it would be the quickest escape. He waited for her to charge, expecting the fight to be quick. And while she did charge at him, similar to Sportsmaster, she wasn't as much of an easy target as Oliver thought. Oliver was used to fighting force-on-force, but the girl played a game of catch with Oliver. He went to hit her, but she had slipped beneath his legs and already swept his legs out from under him.

He felt a sharp sting as a blade cut into his leg as she went between his legs, and he looked at her in confusion as he fell. Where the hell had that knife come from? Then again, why was he surprised?

Oliver was quickly back up and aimed his bow at her, already moving away to get enough distance. "Alright. The game's over," he told her. She smirked at him, before charging at him again. He let the arrow go, albeit somewhat reluctantly. Even he had his limits, although he had to let go of them now.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, the girl dodged the arrow effortlessly, throwing the knife that had earlier cut into his leg at him. He easily dodged the knife, but before Oliver could blink, she had knocked him off his feet. As if in slow motion, he could feel himself falling backwards, unprepared for the sudden blow. As he landed hard on his back, he felt the girl pin him down and the hood fall back.

The girl's fist was raised, ready to punch Oliver to unconsciousness, but then she stopped as his identity was revealed. "Oliver Queen?" she asked, disbelief filling her voice. He stared at her in shock, and for once Felicity and Diggle were silent. Before Oliver could say anything, Sportsmaster opened the door they had exited from. The girl was the only thing blocking his identity from his view.

"Good job, baby girl," Sportsmaster said. Oliver widened his eyes slightly, but the girl's never left his. He saw her gaze steel slightly as he spoke. "Finish the job. And then we'll send his body first to the triad, and then whatever family and friends he might have. Do it." Her hands clenched into fists, and Oliver wondered what was going to happen. He knew that he wouldn't die; the only reason Oliver was still pinned was first shock, and then curiosity.

The girl looked at him through her mask. She gave a microscopic nod to Oliver, and quickly pulled his hood back up and over his face. Oliver flipped her off of him, not bothering to be gentle, and jumped off the roof, landing on a car. He heard pure rage from up on the rooftop coming from Sportsmaster. But he couldn't worry about that now. The girl had to know what she was doing when she helped him.

That was the oddest part.

Sportsmaster's daughter betrayed him.

Dun dun DUUNNNNNN

I liked that chapter. It was fun to write it, and I hope it was fun to read it. And if you're confused about the ending, don't worry. Artemis' motives will be revealed eventually, so enjoy the wait.

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