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Chapter 11

~Supernatural~

-New York City-

Early evening. It appears that Gabriel Lowan has bowel movement issues. He has been on the toilet for nearly an hour and a half. But then again he did consume two whole wheat bagels before going for a run on the treadmill and downed a tall glass of milk twenty minutes later. I suggest that he discontinue eating anything with fiber before extraneous exercise. But then again, I am no doctor. The former angel stood on the rooftop, looking down and into Gabe's penthouse. He lowered the pencil and notepad and sighed. Before they had left, Tess and JT had told him to keep an eye on Gabe because he couldn't be trusted, so Cas was doing just that. He was wondering what everyone was doing…. He had volunteered to stay and watch Gabe, but he really wanted to be 'out in the field' helping everyone else. Without his Angel powers, he felt useless. He cursed Metatron for taking his grace. Castiel didn't mind being human; it's just that it was very inconvenient for all intents and purposes. He wished he could just fly over to Gabe's penthouse and, as Dean would say, "scare the hell out of that son of a bitch". However, Cas never really understood that particular expression, "son of a bitch".

How would he know what Gabe's mother had been like?

How would anyone know if another person's mother was a bitch (he never understood the use of that word either for how could a human be a female dog used for breeding purposes?) or not, unless he knew her?

Castiel then had a fabulous idea. He would find some way (probably by walking and a bit of climbing) to sneak over to Gabe's place and scare him into being someone his new friends wouldn't see as a threat. This kind of thing used to work all the time when he was an angel. He put the notepad and pencil into the pocket of this red jacket and felt his right sleeve. Was his angel sword there? Yup. The only thing he still had from his time as an angel. He decided he should keep it close; who knew what this Gabe guy was capable of? He looked up and watched the sun set before turning around and making his way towards the stairs. Once on the street, he looked for a way into the penthouse without having to go through the front door. Cas walked around to the back of the building and saw a fire-escape. He smiled. Gabe's penthouse was on the top floor, so that was….eight flights.

He could do this.

He walked backwards to give himself some momentum and bolted for the ladder. When he was close enough, he jumped as high as he could, only to meet the first rung with his forehead. He fell to the ground, rubbed his head and inwardly asked himself what went wrong. He didn't understand. Dean and Sam made this devilish trick look so easy. Did he not jump high enough? Was he too close? Too far? Too short? No matter how many times he tried to analyze the problem, he couldn't understand his flaw. Shaking off his confusion, he decided to give it another go. The second time shouldn't be as hard as the first. He rose to his feet, backed up even further than the first time and charged towards the ladder. When he was about two feet away, he jumped up once more and managed to grab onto the third rung from the bottom.

Yes!

Success!

As he used what little arm strength he had, his feet dangle and wriggle in the air when pulling himself up to the next rung. He had to give Dean and Sam more credit for seemingly simple tasks like these! Once he managed to find his footing on the ladder, he climbed over the rail of the first fire-escape and somersaulted over the beam before landing on the platform with a loud thump. Hopefully his mission wouldn't be compromised. Once he placed his foot on the first step, he began to swiftly jog up the stairs, but by the time he reached the seventh and then eighth flight, he was panting and sluggishly walking all the while wondering how a majority of humans did something like this on a daily basis. He finally came to Gabe's window on the landing. Fortunately, the ADA, a term he heard Tess and JT refer to Gabe once, wasn't in that room, so Cas would be safe. But there was one problem. Cas wasn't sure how to open the window from the outside. He'd seen Sam and Dean do it half a dozen times, but he couldn't quite figure it out for himself.

After about five minutes of staring at it, Cas grabbed the bottom of the window and tried to pull up on it. The window didn't budge. Cas sighed; suddenly he saw a figure in the dark doorway of the room he was trying to break into. It was Gabe. This was his moment. He moved closer to the window and crouched down with a stern expression on his face. Thunder could be heard in the distance. Perfect, Cas thought. The figure walked into the room towards a desk which sat in front of the window. Just as the figure moved to turn on the desk lamp, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating Castiel's figure as it did all those years ago when he first introduced himself to Dean. Cas glimpsed Gabe's terrified and shocked face as he fell backwards and dropped his recently poured cup of coffee. Cas had to admit it to himself; he was slightly amused at the ADA's reaction. Gabe then scrambled to his feet and hurriedly turned on the light, staring at Cas with furrowed eyebrows. And just Castiel's luck, it began to downpour. Cas tapped on the window.

"Can I come in?" he asked eagerly. Gabe shook his head and reached for the phone. Cas waved his hands. "No! Please! It was just a joke!" How do Sam and Dean get away with this situation every time, Cas pondered. Gabe released a sigh and made his way to the window. He unlocked it and slid it open. "Thank you," Cas said as he climbed through the window.

"I have a door you know." Gabe seemed to have regained his composure as he crossed his arms against his chest. Whenever Dean does that, he's either impatient or pissed. Sometimes both. Then again, Cas had never seen Dean covered in pee whenever he did that stance either.

Cas was silent for a moment. "Yes, but...I just thought this might be more fun and…" Cas paused. It would have been like the time he had his wings… "Never mind...Do you by any chance have a towel and an ice pack? I bumped my head and I am wet."

Gabe raised his eyebrows. "Okay." He acted like he was talking to a ghost-or, in Cas's case, a former angel. "Towels are in the bathroom," he pointed to a small hallway on the other side of his kitchen, "and there's flex gel in the freezer on the top shelf."

Cas gave Gabe a confused look. "What's flex gel? I don't understand how gel can flex. It is a liquid-like substance."

"It's a pack of blue gel encased in a-," Gabe paused, perhaps noticing Cas's continual look of confusion, "-you know what, never mind. You grab yourself a towel; I'll get you something for the bruise on your forehead."

"Thank you… again...I'm not used to all of this human stuff. I've never really had to deal with this…"

"I'm sure you haven't." Gabe's tone didn't sound sympathetic; it was more along the lines of sarcasm-kind of like Dean's tone whenever Cas says something apparently ridiculous. Cas watched Gabe turn away towards the kitchen. He decided to do the same as well, but head for the bathroom instead.

Once in the bathroom, he grabbed a towel that was sitting on a shelf under the sink and began drying himself off. Suddenly his pocket started to ring some song the human's sang at Christmas… "Angels We Have Heard On High", in which Dean had set his ringtone just before he left. He must have thought it would be funny. He reached into his pocket and opened the flip phone. "Hello?" he asked.

"Cas." It was Dean. "You busy?" He sounded upset.

"Dean? Is everything okay? What happened?"

There was a pause. "Are you with anyone?"

"Gabe is here." As if on cue, Gabe entered the room with bruise healing items in hand.

"Just place this on your bruise for twenty minutes, and I promise you'll be feeling better in no time." Gabe handed Cas a pack of cold, jelly substance. "Flex gel at its best." Gabe smirked.

Cas held up a finger, signaling him to hold on.

"Put the phone on speaker."

"How do I do that?"

He heard Dean sigh.. "Give the phone to Gabe and have him do it."

Alarmed by Dean's snapping, Cas handed the device to Gabe. "We're supposed to put the phone on a speaker."

Gabe chuckled. He took the phone from Cas, pressed a few buttons and said, "You may speak now."

"Something just happened here in New Orleans." There was a pause. "Catherine is dead." Dean said slowly.

Gabe's eyes widened. "Clearly, you're mistaken."

"Are you calling me a liar? I witnessed it, dumb ass!"

"Well, obviously you're wrong! Vincent wouldn't dare let that happen! Not unless he got himself killed in the process!" Gabe replied in an ill-mannered tone.

"Some asshat with a gun shot her before Vincent could stop him! He's not invincible and neither was she! You want to talk to him? He's standing right here...Or better, I'll give the phone to Klaus."

Cas looked at Gabe. "Dean may tell the occasional lie that is life-concerning, but he wouldn't lie about seeing someone he knows die...Dean. No need. How is Vincent? Is there anything you need us to do?"

"Did Sam leave any books there?"

Cas thought. "Yes, at JT's place."

"Wait a minute!" Gabe threw his hands into the air. "You just tell me Catherine Chandler is dead, and you're worried about books?!" Gabe suddenly left the bathroom, and Cas automatically followed. He was on his computer, typing something.

"What are you doing?" Cas asked, not understanding why Gabe shouted at him and Dean for discussing books when he's on a computer. In Cas's mind, it's the same sort of thing. "How will a computer help us right now?"

"I'm booking a flight to New Orleans this instant!"

"Don't you freaking dare!"

"Why the hell not!? You told me a friend of mine is dead. Who's going to pay for her body to be transported back to New York City?" Gabe seemed frazzled and angry, not upset. A friend died, Cas noted, why isn't Gabe crying? He thought humans mourn the loss of friends and family. Gabe's reaction alone gave Cas reason to keep a closer eye on the ADA.

"That's the thing. There won't be any transporting of her body. She's gotta stay right where it is."

That's when it clicked for Cas. "They're going to try to bring her back."

"Excuse me?" Gabe raised his eyebrow. "Just how are you guys going to cart her back to New York? Neither you nor Vincent have the funds for that sort of thing. Is your new buddy, Klaus, going to pay your way back?"

"To life you idiot."

"Whatever you do, don't let Vincent sell his soul. I won't be able to rescue him from hell." Cas warned.

"I know. That was the first thing he wanted to do because Crowley's here. We're going to maybe go to the bunker and see if there are any books that have anything on this sort of thing."

"Dean… If I had my grace-"

"Cas, don't go finding an Angel to steal their grace...if that's at all possible...Anyway don't do anything like that. We'll find something we can do. Don't beat yourself up because you can't use your angel mojo."

Before Cas could respond to his friend, Gabe leaned over the phone-which he had placed on his desk when he rushed over to his computer only moments before-and exclaimed, "Woah! Time out! Hold the phone!"

"What is it?" Dean asked as Cas suddenly picked up the phone and held it in front of him.

Gabe gave Cas a disoriented look. "What the hell are you doing? I was talking here." Gabe frowned and tried to snatch the phone, but Cas backed away, still holding the device in his hands.

"I thought you instructed me to hold the phone…" Is that not what he had meant? Cas could hear Dean chuckle across the line.

"I didn't mean it literally." Gabe rubbed his temples. "It's a saying, you know? When people say 'hold the phone,' they-you know what, just bring the phone back over here and place it on my desk." The ADA raked a hand through his hair, obviously frustrated and possibly distraught?

Cas looked at him. "Sorry…" he set the phone back down on the desk. Humans and their strange expressions… "What were you saying?"

Gabe's lips curled to a frown. "You guys were talking about angels and wings and death being brought back to life…. I know there's a freaky world out there and all, but what do you expect to do? Jump into "The Wizard of Oz" and ask the wizard to give Catherine a new heart and a brain?" Gabe was scratching his head. What a weird man, Cas observed. First, he seems to be handling Catherine's death in an unorthodox way and now he's questioning Dean's judgment? Cas didn't seem to understand this guy. Then again, he didn't understand most humans.

"I'm not sure that there is a Wizard in Oz...Are we talking about Oz, Minnesota? I went through it last year when I was trying to hide the Angel Tablet from Naomi; I didn't come across a wizard."

Gabe smacked his head. "Why do I even bother? Just tell me what you're planning to do, all right?" The ADA was apparently losing his patience. "Just how the heck are you planning on bringing Catherine back to life?"

"We don't know yet," Dean answered. "That's why I called you guys. To let you know the plan and for you to grab the books Sam left there and meet us at the bunker to help us with research."

"Have you told Sam about Catherine's demise?" Cas asked as he carefully continued to watch Gabe. The ADA was acting strange. Dean was right not to trust him.

"No. Not yet."

"Would you like me to tell him?" Cas offered. Dean had enough on his plate to worry about; the least Cas could do was call Sam.

"No, its fine. I'll call him when we get on the road."

"Question," Gabe suddenly spoke up, "What are you going to do to make sure Catherine's body doesn't rot? Find a flock of dwarfs to encase her body in a glass chamber?"

"I don't see how little people will help the situation." Cas tilted his head and raised his eyebrows.

"Not little people, Cas." Dean said. He sounded kind of agitated. "The mythical fairy creatures. You know, the ones with unnecessarily long beards, and their women look like men."

"That's not the point," Gabe sighed. "Can we please get back to the main problem here?!"

"Klaus has agreed to preserve Cat's body in one of his family's caskets. Knowing him, probably his own as insurance that I don't put him there myself." Dean replied in one big huff. "Hey look; I gotta get going. If we don't leave now, Vincent's probably going to leave without me and end up killing Baby."

"All right, I will see you at the bunker." Cas said before ending the call.

Gabe gave Cas a look of disbelief. "Why did you hang up?! I still had questions!"

Cas shrugged. "Well, Dean had to go. He cares deeply for his vehicle, like a man loves his wife, and fears that anyone else who drives it would crash it into a ditch. We should probably take Dean's own advice and head to the bunker."

Gabe sighed and went to pack his bag, leaving Cas standing in the main room of the apartment still soaking wet.

~Arrow~

Oliver was used to dealing with cops. But a cop who clearly had no jurisdiction over a fake case; she was traveling with a biochemistry professor and also a guy who had apparently died several times as well as had a criminal record that had practically been erased. This was definitely something different. He had had Felicity look up every detail about these people after they had showed up at Verdant. But what was their goal here? What brought them all together? He sighed and pulled his hood further over his face as he gripped tightly to his bow. He turned his upper body to see if the others were still behind him. And they were; only they were a mile back yet. Dear God, they were slow. Diggle was almost always at his side, even Roy. But these guys? Nope. He had expected this from the professor, but not from all of them.

"You want to hurry it up?" he hollered, his voice masked by the voice changer.

"You know, some of us don't do parkour for a living!" JT, the annoying professor, shouted from the distance.

Oliver sighed. They wanted info, and he thought this would help them, but they were on a time limit. He had gotten Officer Lance to take the police detail off the building for about an hour so that he could help these people investigate. He was tired of random bodies with fangs and other mutations showing up on the streets of his city. Riots had occurred for the past month; not only had these mutated freaks appeared as dead bodies but also the instigators. This had gone on for too long. He had other things he needed to worry about, like Sebastian Blood and his mother's run for mayor...And trying to keep Roy at bay.

He faced forward and looked at the giant pair of warehouse doors. Oliver knew Lance wouldn't leave them unlocked so he needed a new way in. Finally, Sam and the cop, Tess, picked up their pace and caught up with him; JT, however, was still lagging behind.

"Hey," Sam spoke up after catching his breath. "There's the van." He pointed at the white van parked off to the side in the alley.

Oliver had expected it to be there. He walked over to it and put his gloved hands underneath the handle on the back door. He tugged on it, and surprisingly, it opened. Either they left in a hurry or this was all a trap. Lance had said this building was abandoned; he wasn't kidding. The question was, who was here, and what were they hiding? In the back of the vehicle, dirt was spread out across the floor, and a few drops of dried blood adorned the floor as well. The inside of the van smelled like rotting flesh. He turned his head to Sam and Tess. "Get the professor over here." He ordered. "I need him to analyze the dirt, and I think that's dried blood. I think they either transported a body or killed someone in here."

"Oh, that's the van, all right. Muirfield is written all over it. There's no question that they carted that hybrid over here." Tess said as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Sam nodded in agreement as he looked inside the back of the van. He looked like he was searching for evidence or for anything else the suspects had left behind. Who was this guy? He wasn't a cop, that's for sure, and he knew a lot about monsters from what Oliver could tell at the hotel. "The real question is, where's the body?"

"My guess is that they brought it into the warehouse-"

"Please, a monkey could have figured that out, Captain Obvious." Tess cut in and heaved a huge sigh. Before Oliver could respond, he heard loud huffing sounds coming from behind him so he turned around and saw JT bending over with his hands splayed against his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

"Don't mind me," JT waved them off as he collapsed to the ground. He stared at the sky as his lungs tried to catch up with the rest of his body. "Actually, call 911. I think I'm having a heart attack."

"Oh, stop being such a whiner baby." Tess rolled her eyes. "Now get up before I get in that truck and drive over you myself."

Oliver smirked. "Anyway. I was going to say that perhaps they used a back door. They wouldn't want to have carted a body in through the front door where their neighbors, as sketchy as they may be, would see them. So a back door, another more accessible entrance." He noticed Sam looking at the side of the building as he spoke.

"Like this one?" Sam said as he approached what appeared to be a storm door.

Again, who the hell, was this guy? "Exactly like that one," Oliver said slowly. He moved over to the door and bent over it. There was a chain and lock around the handles. He looked up at Sam and then over at JT and Tess as he grabbed an arrow from his quiver. He knocked it and aimed his bow down at the doors. "You might want to stand back." He warned everyone before loosing the explosive arrow from his bow. He backed up as Sam did just seconds before the boom and the doors shattered into the storm cellar.

"Neat trick. Can you teach me how to do that?" JT asked, obviously recovered from his previous state.

Oliver smirked. "Unless you want to hit at water in bowls for eight hours straight, I think not." He turned and jumped into the storm cellar.

"Damn," he heard Sam say to his companions. "He's good...After you?" Oliver assumed Sam was talking to Tess, and seconds later, he heard Tess scoff before a loud thud mixed in with Sam's whimper echoed from behind him.

Oliver couldn't help but smirk. He turned around to look at Sam. "You there are stairs there right?" he chuckled as he pointed to the stairs under the cascade of rubble. Sam rolled his eyes. "I take it she's one of those girls who doesn't need a knight in shining armor?" He held out his hand to Sam.

Sam reached out and took Oliver's palm and as he stood up. "Yeah." he said. "I was just trying to be nice…."

"And your ass was handed to you...been there done that." The pair laughed.

Sam looked up through the hole. "You can tell JT that he doesn't have to worry about jumping. There are stairs," he called out to Tess.

"I have eyes, you know. You think I pushed you down there because it was the easiest way to travel?" Oliver could just picture the young woman rolling her eyes alongside her comment. Once JT and Tess were down the steps, Oliver turned around and made his way through a doorway and up some stairs.

"He kind of reminds me of Vincent; he's quite the quiet fellow, don't you think?" JT muttered to Tess as they followed the rest of the group.

Oliver didn't know what that meant, but he smiled anyway. He took out an arrow and nocked it, holding his bow in front of him as he carefully walked. The vast warehouse was virtually empty save for shredded papers, broken glass and empty cardboard boxes littering the floor. Wires and broken utility lights dangled from the high ceiling. The only sound was that of footsteps from the group of four as they searched for previous signs of life.

"I don't think anybody's home." Sam said as he sifted through the various papers.

"If Vincent were here, he could use his beast sense to help us out." JT sighed. "You know, I never realized how handy he was until spending time away from him."

Oliver narrowed his eyebrows, lowered his bow and turned to JT. "Who-" Out of nowhere, a low, guttural growl echoed from behind him.

As JT grabs and loads his tranquilizer gun, Oliver noticed his hands shaking with fear. "What was that!?"

"I thought you said no one was home?" Tess said as she glared at Sam.

Sam shrugged with an offended expression on his face. "That's what it looks like, and up until now there was silence. I'm not Vincent; I don't have super hearing."

"No. But you do do this for a living. So, shouldn't you be able to tell whether or not we are just about to walk into a horror movie?" Tess sighed. "Honestly, do I-"

"Shhh!" Oliver held up his index finger and sighed. He was tired of the bickering. Weren't these people supposed to be on the same team? He crouched down and closed his eyes. He took a silent, deep breath and exhaled slowly. This was just like when he was back on the island and tracking an animal for dinner; only this time, more than one life was at stake.

He cleared his mind and opened his ears. Now where was that little bugger? He heard a shuffling from behind him. He smirked. Gotchya. He stood up, turned around and loosed the arrow before nocking the next one. The arrow hit the target, a humanoid creature running towards the group. It had the claws and fangs of the other creatures that had begun to plague Starling City; only this one had flesh peeling from its face and body and it looked as if its head had been sewn on, Frankenstein style.

"It's still coming! Shoot the damn thing!" JT backed up slowly as he held his tranquilizer gun close to him.

"Holy shit, Dean was right." Sam said stunned, before lifting his gun and shooting the creature in the head.

Oliver shot the next arrow, this time hitting it in the head and then another to the chest. But the thing would not go down. By this time, Tess had joined Sam in shooting it, but that seemed to do no good as well. Oliver looked over at JT who was cowering behind Sam and Tess, fumbling with his tranquilizer gun.

He had to think of something and quick. The others would be low on ammo by now, and clearly JT wasn't going to be much good at this point. He doubted a tranq would work on such a creature. He took a deep breath before giving a nod. He had it. Oliver smiled as he reached for his secret weapon. He nocked the arrow in his bow, took careful aim, and then loosed. "GET DOWN!" he hollered at the others as he barrel rolled behind an empty crate. Seconds later: BOOM. And then silence.

"What the hell was THAT?!" JT shouted before shuffling through his pockets to look for something. "Now where are my goddamn TUMS?" He muttered under his breath.

"I have an idea; next time you decide to blow up shit, give us more of a warning, will ya?!" Tess threw her hands up into the air as if she was about to smack him or something. It wouldn't be the first time he's pissed off a woman.

Sam shook his head. "Give him a break Tess. He was just acting on instinct. The hybrid zombie clearly wasn't going to stop, and none of us had anything to chop off the head, so the Arrow did the next best thing. Now we know that it'll stay dead this time."

"How the hell do you even know that was the hybrid? It could have been another sort of crazy creature!" Tess fired back.

"It had all the appearances of the hybrid! The fangs, the claws-even his freakin' head looked like it was sewn back on! It was our hybrid. Open your eyes!" Sam retorted. While the anti-couple continued to bicker, Oliver tuned them out and noticed a shadow behind them. It was JT, and he was holding something in his hands. Looks like he found some sort of document.

"What'd you find, JT?"

Sam and Tess stopped arguing and looked back at JT, waiting for a response.

As JT opened a burnt file folder, he pressed his lips together and studied whatever was in his hands. "Hmmm… I think one of their files dropped…. Can't get too much of a read on it though. More than half of the pages are singed, but perhaps there's something in here we can use to our advantage. They are definitely write-ups on experiments; not sure what, but perhaps these could tell us what that freak was."

Oliver nodded contemplating what their next move might be. "Is there a tracking number in the corner?"

Sam narrowed his eyebrows. By his facial expression alone, he seemed to know what Oliver was getting at. "Like a number that they use to keep track of in a database?" he asked.

"Yes," Oliver responded. "JT?"

JT studied the file, turning it in various directions and then, "Aha! Well, unfortunately it's only a partial but probably better than anything, if you ask me."

Oliver smiled. "I've got a friend who's excellent with computers, so a partial shouldn't be a problem." He reached up to his ear, where the communication earpiece sat comfortably in his ear. On the other end, Felicity Smoak had been sitting silently at the Foundry listening in on what was going on and waiting for Oliver to call upon her for help. "Felicity. Did you get an of that?"

"Yup! I assume you want me to hack into the mainframe and pull up the file from the database using the partial number?" she responded.

"Yes, if you're not busy, that would be fantastic."

"Oh, you know me," she said sarcastically, "I'm only just waiting for you to call me." She paused. "N-not that way...I mean, for me to help you. You know, just something to do…. I mean, not like that! Uhhh…" she paused again. "What's your number? I mean - the number? What's the number?!"

Oliver couldn't help but smirk. He turned to JT. "What's the number?"

"Wait, me? Err, whomever you're talking to?" JT snapped his head in Oliver's direction and seemed a little confused.

Oliver rolled his eyes. "Yes, you."

"Oh. Uhh…ME605," JT read out loud as his hands visibly shook.

Oliver turned and started to walk to the side. "Did you get that?" he asked Felicity.

"Yeah. ME...605…." the tech genius muttered as Oliver assumed she was typing the number into the computer or writing it down.

"Perhaps I can call someone to run the partial number through the federal database in case your techno-nerd can't pull through; my guy owes me big time so it wouldn't be a problem." Tess offered as she walked over towards everyone.

"Uhhh," JT stuttered, "I w-wouldn't do that if I were you, Tess."

"Why not?"

"Well, the last time Cat tried to look anything up on her computer Muirfield related, her hard-drive went poof." JT's fingers fluttered in front of him, demonstrating his point. "Besides, you never know how many Feds have worked on the Muirfield project - for all we know, your 'guy' could be one of them."

Oliver sighed. "That won't be necessary. My friend is very skilled. She has yet to fail me."

"Way to add the pressure, boss," Felicity said into his ear. "I'll have it in about twenty minutes. I think you might want to start heading back to the Foundry. Also, your mom called your Queen Consolidated office earlier. She wants to talk to you about some things."

"Okay," Oliver responded. "Let's leave that other business until after our company has left."

"Company? You're bringing them with you?"

"I don't think I have a choice. I saw some things tonight, and I think they'll benefit our team while they're here."

Felicity was silent for a moment. "All right. It's risky, but I guess we'll just have to accept that...I'm into the website. I'll find the file, just get here fast. I don't know how long I have till they notice I'm here."

With that Felicity signed off and Oliver turned back to the faces of his new colleagues. "My friend is in. She doesn't know how long she has, so we have to get to my hideout. One thing though; once there, I'm going to have to trust you with a secret only a very small group of people know and you must promise not to tell anyone." He paused. "Do I have your word?"

Sam looked like he was trying to contain excitement as he nodded. "Yes. Of course."

"I can keep a secret." Tess nodded and then looked at JT. "What about you, JT? You think you can zip your lips on this one?"

"Dude," JT looked at Tess, "Who was the one who housed a freakin' beast for more than ten years without saying anything to anyone?" JT then flicked his eyes towards Oliver. "Count me in."

Oliver smiled. "Excellent. Up for some more running?"

JT's smile instantly fell. "Do we have to?"

~25 minutes later~

Tess, JT and Sam followed Oliver down the stone steps and into the Foundry. At the bottom of the stairs, Oliver flipped his hood back and smiled at his companions. "Oliver Queen, a.k.a. The Arrow. Welcome to the Foundry."

"I prefer to call it the Arrow Cave," Felicity said as she made her way over to meet the rest of the group.

"Since when?" a muscular, dark-skinned man said as he came from somewhere at the back of the room. Oliver smiled when he saw his friend John Diggle.

"The blonde, Tech expert, is Felicity Smoak, and the big guy is John Diggle." Oliver introduced. "Team Arrow meet Tess Vargas, JT Forbes and Sam Winchester."

Felicity gasped. "The Sam Winchester? Like from the Supernatural books?" When she saw the horrified expression on Sam's face and the blank looks from everyone else, she looked down at her feet. "I...looked some stuff up online about them once, because...I was curious."

Sam half-smiled and shook his head. "It's okay, I'm used to it."

As Team Arrow stepped aside, JT started to meander down the stairs as the rest followed him. Oliver watched him make his way over to the computer equipment. "V's not going to believe me when I t-," JT paused, "Damn…. I'm sworn to secrecy."

As JT reached to touch the mouse, Felicity kindly made her way over to the system and said, "Please don't touch that."

JT opened his mouth to say something but Oliver cut him off. "What did you find, Felicity?"

Tess and Sam followed Diggle and Oliver to the computer desk where Felicity now sat.

"It belongs to an organization called Muirfield." she started.

"We know that already," Sam interjected.

Felicity looked turned and looked at him. "Ooookay." She spun back to her computers and began typing on the keyboard. Several documents and files popped up onto the screens. "They've got a project called Project Frankenstein. They are taking supernatural creatures, which I had no clue until now existed, and are making man-made hybrids. It looks like they've got all the supernatural details from this group called Whitmore...and they are located in Mystic Falls, Virginia." She spun back around and looked at the group.

Oliver bit his lip and nodded. He looked at his companions. "Looks like that is your next destination."

Sam nodded in agreement. "Aren't you coming with us?"

Oliver shook his head. "Me and my team will run operations here and see if we can get any more information about this company and project."

"Well, if we're done here, get us an address so we can hit the road and find this Mystic Falls place. I'm so done hunting frankenhumans. I wanna get back to my old job as soon as possible. You know… normal stuff." Tess said, crossing her arms in front of her as she looked back at everyone else.

"We'll get you an address, for Whitmore's headquarters," Diggle assured. "If you need us, don't hesitate to call." The bodyguard handed Sam his business card. "I'll put you through to Felicity or Oliver."

Sam took the card and pocketed it. "Thanks, we'll be sure to keep you guys updated." He began to turn around to leave.

Oliver smiled. "And likewise."

As Sam headed out of the Foundry, Tess and JT followed a few steps behind him. Oliver smirked as he overheard the cop mutter to the professor, "I so better get a raise for this."

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