A destroyed armored convoy. Four dead bodies. A ruined plan. These are just some of the many thoughts running through the mind of Quentin Lance as he stares down at the latest crime scene photos spread out all over his desk with a his hand tightly clutching his forehead.
A plan that looked flawless. A plan that nobody would ever suspect. A plan that had been reduced to ashes within moments. The plan of transporting a high priority prisoner over to the local authorities where he would await his day in court.
A simple plan. A plan that never few even knew about. Only a selected hand picked officers selected for the task with the sole purpose of not letting the information leak to the wrong sources. Not letting the information leak out to his men. Leak out towards the men still under Brick's command.
Something he knew had to be handled with stealth. Knew had to be handled with care. And so he did. He had watched personally as the man had been loaded up in the back before he watched the armored convoy drive away in the shadows of the night.
But he never expected this. Never expected to see the images across his desk. Images that only brought more questions than answers.
An armored convoy that looked as though it had been rammed rapidly by some sort of large vehicle. But it hadn't. The evidence wasn't there. There was no traces of any other paint coming from another across the sides of the convoy.
There wasn't even any signs of any sort of weapon damage that he had ever seen before across the sides. But there was. There was significant damage done to the convoy. Damage that looked as though the convoy was being crushed inward.
But how? How was it possible? How was it possible that this sort of damage could be done without there being a single trace of evidence left behind?
Something he couldn't answer. But he had an idea. An idea that still seemed far fetched. An idea that still seemed crazy to him. The idea that she had done the deed.
The very same woman that has started to make a name for herself as a cop killer. A woman that was quickly becoming a legend to the city. The woman known as The Black Canary. A woman that had been reported to have taken down a police chopper with only the sound of her screams.
Something that seemed so far fetched. But was it? Was it so far fetched? Was it out of the realm of possibility? After all if two mysterious archers had just appeared in the city the last few years taking down criminals left and right without the use of a gun maybe it wasn't so far fetched to think this.
Regardless he couldn't dwell on this for too long especially with what is in front of his eyes. Pictures of four dead bodies. Three of them being cops. Cops he had handpicked himself to transport the prisoner on this given night.
Young men fresh out of the academy. Men that had shown great promise. Men that didn't deserve this fate. Didn't deserve to die on this given night. But there was some things that weren't adding up.
Things he could see across each of the crime scene photos. Things that make him start to truly question what had happened on this given night. All starting with the back of the convoy.
A convoy that had been locked up with two officers watching over their prisoner until it was time to hand him over. A back that looked as though a bloody battle had taken place within the walls. Blood splattered walls.
An officer's throat that had been slashed. Something that immediately made him think about the prisoner. Think about how he could have snuck a sharpened object into the back of the convoy. A possibility that he had quickly shaken off as he remembered he had been checked multiple times before being loaded in.
So that only left one other theory. One of his men was working on the inside. One of his men was in the back of the convoy just waiting for the time to strike. Just waiting to help ensure of his bosses escape.
A theory that had instantly made him feel sick to his stomach. But a possibility that seemed only too rule. Especially when he took in some factors. The factors of the prisoner in question.
Took in the factors of the resources at the man's disposal. Took in the factor of the man's influence around the city. Factors that were way too real. Factors that he knew to be too true. Factors he has continued to look for within each of the officers that enter into the precinct.
Looked for in their attitudes. Looked for in the way they carried themselves. Looked at seeing if there was something that they were hiding. Details that would instantly tell him everything he needed to know if spotted.
They were a rat. A rat that needed to be captured. A rat that needed to be kept in the dark or feed false information to help keep his bosses off guard. Boy did he love Starling City for that.
But as for the others? The details of their deaths were much cleared. Especially one. One officer that helped tell him everything that he needed to know. This was caused by them. This was caused by the vigilantes known as The Green Arrow and The Black Canary.
A deep wound across the officer's right arm that looked as though something sharp that he guessed to be an arrow had penetrated through the skin and to the other side. Severe deep gashes all across the officer's face as though they had their head repeatedly smashed against something solid.
Traits he had seen multiple times in each of the archer's victims. Traits of brutality being displayed. Traits of a murder that didn't care what type of pain he would commit to his victims if it meant getting the job done.
The very same traits he had seen inside of the Merlyn Global Group building on the night of The Undertaking. Seen the brutality across the bodies of each man that had been working inside of the building that night.
Brutality that had ceased to exist for the past year to only reappear once again leaving carnage in its wake. Carnage that has continued to be displayed. Carnage that had caused another big name to fall beneath its weight.
And that name was Daniel Brick. A man that was so feared by everyone in the city. Almost everyone. Everyone except a few unique individuals. Individuals that choose to wear a mask. Chose to break the law. Chose to me in their minds a symbol of justice.
A symbol that needed to be destroyed. A symbol that in his mind didn't stand for justice. Didn't stand for doing what was right. No it stood as madness. It stood as a mockery of everything that the police precinct has stood for.
Something that couldn't be allowed to continue for much longer. Couldn't be allowed to inspire other citizens to suddenly take on their own vigilante personas inside of the city. A recent trend that has been happening in other cities all across the globe.
A trend that would always end up with this. End up with the police force looking like fools. Looking as though they were helpless. Looking like they were truly cowards.
Much like this scene. A scene that showed one of the city's greatest foes in recent memory lying lifelessly in the middle of the street while a selected few officers assigned to protect over him lie not too far away.
A man that in one meeting with these returning vigilantes looked as though he had been put through a meat grinder. Bones broken. A recognizable face shattered. A fear extinguished to never be brought upon another again.
" You okay boss?"
Snapping out of his thoughts looking up from a nearby crime scene photo looking towards the front of his desk as he sees Helena staring directly at him with a look of concern across her face forcing a smile across his face nodding his head slightly slowly Quentin turns his attention back down towards his desk.
" Yeah just peachy. Nothing like a good old murder scene to start off the day."
Forcing a smile across her face taking her eyes away from Quentin looking all around his desk as she sees out of the corner of her eye a couple of deposited coffee cups inside of a nearby trash bin at his desk slowly Helena looks back up towards Quentin to see him eyeballing a picture in his hand.
" You do know that if you continue with these all nighters that you will be pushing sixty before you know it right?"
" Maybe that is the way it has to be then. The faster, I figure out how to catch these vigalantees the faster, I get to have a good night's sleep."
" Isn't it obvious boss. Their criminals. You said so yourself."
" Well it's good to see that somebody has been listening."
Glancing up as he sees Helena staring at him with a small smile across her face slowly Quentin returns his eyes back down towards the photo in his hand.
" That's my job is boss. Care for some friendly advice?"
" I'm all ears."
" Go home. Go see Sara. I'm sure she is worried sick about you. Just like we all are. Hell even go out and spend a night on the town. You deserve it."
" I would if i knew where she is. As for the night on the town. Well i'll take a pass."
" She still hasn't returned home yet?"
Letting out a sigh shaking his head slowly Quentin lowers the photo down to make eye contact with Helena to see her looking at him with confusion.
" No, I still have weekly talks with her about everything. As for where she is well i really couldn't say. She never exactly told me where she was going or when she would be back. The only thing she left me was a phone number and a promise to talk weekly."
" Well then, I think you are long overdue for a chat with her. Go home. I've got this covered."
" No, I really shouldn't…."
" Go. I insist. I'll look over everything you have and will call you to let you know if i find something."
Staring directly into Helena's eyes as he sees a look of determination forming across her face letting out a sigh nodding his head slowly Quentin rises up from his seat making sure to grab his jacket from off of the back of his chair.
" You're sure?"
" Go!"
Instantly as he sees Helena pointing her index finger across the room raising up his hands in mock surrender rounding his desk slowly Quentin makes his way through the room and out of sight unaware that just as he rounds the corner Helena takes a seat at his desk and slowly starts to roam through the crime scene photos.
Keeping her head up and her eyes forward glancing around her surroundings sporting her usual smile across her face that has been recently seen for the past few months through the building as though she was trying to persuade even more voters to her way of thinking walking behind her personal escorts of trained personnel that have shadowed her for the past couple of months without breaking her stride as she watches the familiar sight of a large meeting room already filled with some familiar faces keeping her smile plastered across her face giving a quick nod of thanks to her hired help slowly reaching out Moira Queen opens up the glass door in front of her causing all eyes to immediately focus in on her direction before slowly with a slight nod she makes her way over towards her vacant chair.
Some friendlier faces that she could often count on being in her corner while some others took a different approach. Provided to her opinions that she would truly appreciate. Opinions that were more than welcomed. After all that was what made this company so successful. Her company so successful.
" Thank you all for coming. I'm sorry that i'm late but now if everyone is ready we can get started."
Taking her usual seat glancing around seeing everyone looking over towards her with slight smiles across their faces forcing her trademark smile across her face slowly Moira one by one glances towards each of the occupants seated at the large meeting table.
" Good now for our first piece of business this afternoon. Mr Stevens? The floor is yours."
Straightening up in his seat with a slight nod of thanks reaching out Stevens grabs a hold of a nearby stack of papers in front of him.
" Thank you Mrs Queen. As you all know from our last meeting we have been expecting our stocks to slowly start to tread upward once again after the city had time to grieve for their lost loved ones.
However i am pleased to announce that we have misjudged the situation. If our team's calculations are correct we can expect our stocks to drastically rise up by fifthteen percent in the coming months."
Nodding her head with thanks as she sees Mr Stevens sitting back down in his seat flashing him a smile slowly Moira looks around at each of the other occupants in the room.
" Very good. That is indeed good news. Now as for our next order of business. I know some of you have expressed your concerns over myself entering into a political race and what it could cause to happen to this company long term.
I am warmed by your concerns but i would like to let it be known now that nothing will change. Just because i have thrown my hat into the ring so to speak doesn't mean that i will step aside or even ignore my responsibilities here if i do end up winning.
Now i'm not promising anything or guaranteeing anything. I never have believed in doing such things in the past. However what some here need to look at is if i do indeed win this political race then many more opportunities will be opened up to us.
Opportunities we could only dream about before. All of us have wanted to help change the city for the better for years. Now the chance is being presented to us."
Hearing footsteps coming from behind her glancing over her shoulder as she sees a nearby assistant placing a glass of water down in front of her on the table giving the man a small smile reaching out gently Moira takes the glass in her hand and slowly takes a sip from the glass.
Suddenly as she hears the sound of the glass door opening to hear nothing but the sound of silent murmurs coming from the outside of the room that only seem to be getting a little louder by the second slowly turning her head to the side instantly Moira's eyes go as wide as saucers for a split second much like some of the other occupants in the room when she spots Oliver standing by the open doorway of the meeting room holding open the glass door allowing an accompanying Laurel access inside.
Glancing over towards Oliver with a slight smile across her face as she sees him returning the smile turning her head back forward as she looks around the room to see all eyes focused in on their direction feeling her smile evaporating instantly a cold expression briefly comes across Laurel's face when she makes slight eye contact with Moira from the far end of the meeting table.
An expression that doesn't go unnoticed by Oliver as slowly he turns his attention over towards where his wife had been looking to have his face completely become blank lacking any emotions when he sees who put his wife in such a mood.
Snapping out of her slightly shocked state seeing some of the members of the board looking over in her direction with variety of different emotions riddled across their faces forcing a tight smile across her face glancing back and forth between them as she sees Oliver and Laurel looking around at each of the members of the board with emotionless expressions across their faces hearing the sound of small murmurs coming from a few hushed conversations between board members slowly Moira lets out a breathe causing the couple to look over towards her.
" Oliver? Laurel? It's so good to see you. We weren't expecting to see you here today. If you can wait our meeting should be done shortly."
Seeing the forced smile across his mother's face feeling a surge of anger starting to form in the pit of his stomach turning his attention away with his emotions clearly being shown through his eyes slowly looking around towards each member of the board present as he watches one by one each member of the board look away from him as though avoiding his gaze hearing the sound of a chair screeching against the ground instantly Oliver snaps his attention towards the far end of the meeting table to see a older member of the board staring at him.
" May we help you with something Mr Queen? As you can see we are quite busy."
Forcing a smile across his face that instantly sends a cold chill up the spine of each member of the board keeping his eyes focused on the board member slowly Oliver nods his head.
" Yes you can. You can answer a few questions for me. They should be simple for a man of your qualifications and shouldn't take more than a few minutes of your time."
Instantly as he sees the board member's eyes briefly leave his own to look down towards the meeting table without taking his eyes away from the man feeling his hand being gently grabbed gently Oliver squeezes the soft hand that he knew belongs to Laurel.
" First i'll give you an easy one. I own seventy five percent of Queen Consolidated stock which would make me the majority shareholder of Queen Consolidated correct?"
Hearing hushed whispers starting to come from all around the meeting table fighting back a smirk that is threatening to form across her face keeping her face blank masking any emotion gently Laurel gives Oliver's hand a squeeze to only feel the gesture be returned.
" I will not say it again. I own the majority of Queen Consolidated stock which does in fact make me the majority shareholder of Queen Consolidated. And as the shareholder of this company, I have to bring attention that i feel as though this company has been treading in the wrong direction for years.
And with that being said i can thank each and every one of you so called brain trust for this misleading directing of my company so effective immediately your services are no longer required."
Instantly as she watches a few members of the board stand up out of their chairs and start to shout out in outrage that echoes throughout the room causing a few occupants outside of the room look over in their direction with confusion forcing a smile across her face rising up from her chair slowly Moira looks over in Oliver's direction as she hears the room start to quiet down.
" Oliver? Sweety be reasonable. These men have been working with our family for years. Some before you were even born. You need to take a deep breathe and think about what you are doing."
Without having a chance to react in a sudden motion as she watches Oliver snap his head to look in her direction with nothing but pure hatred radiating from his eyes that instantly sends a chill up and down her spine causing her eyes to widen slightly slowly Moira breaks off eye contact unaware that Laurel is still staring in her direction with nothing but hatred as Oliver turns his attention to look back around the meeting table.
" But now as witnesses allow me to introduce to you the woman that will be leading Queen Consolidated into the next generation."
Glancing over to his side towards Laurel seeing her giving him a slight nod returning the nod in a sudden motion looking over his shoulder towards the outside of the room slowly Oliver nods his head causing every occupant in the room to turn towards where he is looking.
Hearing the sound of hushed whispers echoing all around her turning to look towards the outside of the room as she watches the sight of a brunette making her way slowly making her way over keeping her eyes focused on the mysterious woman just as she sees the woman entering inside of the room to stand by Oliver's opposite side instantly Moira's eyes go wide when she sees the woman turning head to look in her direction with a familiar face.
A face that she instantly recognized from her past. A face that she would never forget. The face of a young woman that had once interned here in this very same building so many years ago.
A face that she thought she would never see again. The face of the young woman known as Isabel Rochev.
Catching Isabel's eye as she watches a smirk come briefly across the young woman's face before it instantly evaporates back into a cold expression snapping out of her shock slowly Moira breaks off eye contact to look over towards Oliver to see him staring a hole into the members of the board.
" It is my pleasure to introduce to you Queen Consolidated's new CEO Ms Isabel Rochev. Some of you may remember Ms Rochev from her past time interning here years ago.
I expect you to show Ms Rochev the respect she deserves or i promise you that i will do everything in my power to ensure none of you work in this city again."
Seeing that his message is heard loud and clear from each member of the board turning to his side with an extended hand as he feels Isabel gently taking his hand within her own and give it a firm shake as a noticeable smile is seen across her face returning the smile gently Oliver lets go of Isabel's hand and turns his attention over towards Moira to see a look of confusion across her face.
Following her husband's example reaching out gently Laurel takes Isabel's outstretched hand within her own and gives it a firm shake as she returns the smile.
" I look forward to working with both of you."
" And so do we. I hope you had a pleasant flight and we look forward to working with you. Speaking of which i hope that some of your employees took the news well?"
Feeling her lips curling up into a smile slowly Isabel nods her head as she releases Laurel's hand.
" Better than expected. I explained to them that they were not losing their jobs but some would be asked to move their personal things here to these offices as they would be needed here.
As far as how they took the news compared to what rumors were being spread around about a possible bid coming from LexCorp for our services you could say the news of a merger with Queen Consolidated instead was well received.
But thank you for showing concern for their well beings. It is greatly appreciated. It indeed proves that the legend of your kindness was not an over exaggeration."
Returning the smile with a slight nod of her head turning her direction over towards her side seeing Oliver staring off towards the end of the table glancing over as she sees Moira staring at them with a mixture of emotions plagued across her face from confusion to shock suppressing a grin reaching out gently Laurel takes Oliver's hand within her own causing him to look over towards her before slowly she turns her attention back over towards Isabel.
" We leave everything in your capable hands. The room is yours."
Receiving a nod in response without any hesitation with a gentle tug turning on her heels slowly Laurel leads Oliver out of the room aware of the many stares being directed at her retreating backs before slowly without breaking her stride she makes her way around the corner and through the floor leading Oliver slowly a step behind her.
With the sound of wood cracking from the intense heat of the flames a couple of feet before them echoing through the once silent atmosphere oblivious to their surroundings huddled close together next to a roaring fire deep within the safety of a cave that they have started to consider their home for the past few weeks with only the light the roaring fire is providing them a lone couple is seen looking down towards a lone black and orange cracked mask.
A mask that meant so much towards one member of the couple. Brought so many emotions that had been buried deep down to hopefully never be revived ever again. Something that had proven to be not the case after this discovery.
After the discovery of his worst nightmare coming to life. His living nightmare coming back to once again torment him. To once again plague his thoughts and invade his mind. To once again cause him sleepless night. To once again try to take away everything that he loves or held dear.
The discovery of an empty grave. The discovery of the grave of once his greatest enemy empty with only this mask remaining in its wake.
A discovery that has made him look over his shoulder constantly throughout the few days since this discovery. Made him feel uneasy. Something that wasn't lost on another. Was not ignored or ever forgotten.
The same other that has stayed by his side constantly trying to ease his worries. Ease his worries by softly telling him everything would be alright. That everything was going to be okay.
Beliefs that she wished she could believe herself. Beliefs that she couldn't believe. Not ever since they had found this. Found an empty grave of her husband's worst enemy. Found the empty grave of his tormentor.
Something that has left her confused. Has left her with questions. Left her with who could have done this? Left her seeking even more answers with every passing hour as she looks down towards an old tape recorder by her side.
A tape she has listened to hundreds of times hoping to catch something. Hoping to find answers through the message left. A message that she could always feel a chill going up and down her spine upon listening.
Not because she feared him. Not because she thought he was alive. No it was because of her husband. Because of what how she knew it was affecting him.
Just like how she knew his tormenter's mask was affecting him now. Something deep inside of her made a fire even greater than the one in front of them soar to life.
Staring down at the mask in front of them as she looks down towards the eyeholes to see nothing but darkness staring back at her without taking her eyes away gently lifting her head up from Oliver's shoulder as she feels her anger slowly rising with every passing second she stares down at the mask suddenly without any hesitation reaching out Laurel grabs a firm hold of the mask before rearing back with a flick of her wrist the mask goes flying out of her hand and soars through the air into the fire causing the flames to shoot upward.
Without taking her eyes away from the mask slowly returning back to her husband's side feeling him wrapping an arm gently around her waist letting out a sigh leaning down gently Laurel rests her head down on Oliver's shoulder.
With every passing second as she watches the mask slowly start to melt away inside of the roaring fire feeling movement coming from above glancing up as she watches Oliver reach out over her to grab a hold of the tape recorder without having a chance to react instantly Laurel watches with slightly wide eyes as Oliver tosses the recorder into the roaring fire causing the fire to shoot flames upward upon impact.
Snapping out of her shock feeling her lips curling up into a smile snuggling closer into his side reaching out gently Laurel takes Oliver's free hand within her own and gives it a gentle squeeze.
" I don't understand."
Glancing down as he sees Laurel staring up towards him a confused look forms across Oliver's face.
" It's not that i don't believe you. It's just if and that is a big if that was really his voice on that tape recorder then how?
How would he be able to walk away from something like that? It's just not possible."
Breaking of eye contact looking back over towards the fire as he looks down towards the melting mask shaking his head slowly Oliver lets out a sigh.
" I don't know pretty bird. I just don't know."
Turning her attention away from Oliver and back towards the roaring fire looking down towards the burning tape recorder as she watches the tape inside of the recorder slowly start to melt away in total silence after a few seconds suddenly Laurel's eyes go as wide as saucers as her body tenses up causing Oliver to look down towards her.
" Unless….
" Unless what?"
" Unless someone wants you to believe that he is alive."
" But why? Why would someone want me to believe that he was alive?"
" Maybe Malcolm came here and set up the whole thing shortly after you had returned home in case you ever returned back here. Something like he wanted to use the fear that this man inflicted upon you daily on this island to be used against you back home.
We know that he was responsible for getting you stranded here in the first place. He could have set this up as well."
Letting the information sink in as he nods his head leaning down gently Oliver rests his head against Laurel's own before slowly he turns his attention back towards the melting mask.
Could it have really been Malcolm that had set all of this up? Or was it someone else?
Feeling nothing but the cold breeze hitting her smooth skin causing her long black hair to flow through the passing wind keeping her eyes focused on the alleyway down below as she surveys the latest of her brand of justice being dished out to a group of street thugs that has left them battered and bloodied barely holding on with a slight smile across her face rising up from her kneeling position without looking back turning on her heels slowly The Huntress makes her way across the rooftop that she is standing upon before instantly as though she was gliding across the air she leaps across the rooftop onto another.
Rolling up to her feet with only the sound of her purple cape swishing through the air slowly walking across the rooftop with her crossbow firmly in her grasp reaching the end of the rooftop kneeling down with her eyes remaining glued forward placing the crossbow down next to her heels reaching back Huntress grabs a hold of a pair of binoculars from her purple belt before without any hesitation slowly she brings the binoculars up to her eyes and starts to glance around her surroundings.
Seeing nothing out of the ordinary coming from all around her glancing further down the city just as she slowly starts to zoom in on a particular street corner hearing the sound of a silent clang coming from behind in a sudden move snatching her crossbow off from the ground twirling around instantly The Huntress sends an purple bolt soaring through the air.
Instantly as she watches the familiar figure known as The Green Arrow reach out to catch the purple bolt that is making its way towards it's attended target The Black Canary in his left hand with ease seeing the masked vigilantes eyes widen with nothing but anger radiating from them rising up to her feet making sure to keep her eyes on them at all times taking a hand off her crossbow slowly Huntress reaches her hand back towards her belt.
" I wouldn't do that if i were you or have you forgotten?"
Snapping her eyes towards Black Canary as she sees the masked vigilante staring a hole into her feeling her fingers grazing a purple bolt across her belt slowly Huntress watches Canary reach up to gently tap at a black collar hidden just under her black corset bodysuit.
" I can end your life before you can get off your next shot."
Feeling her facial features hardening as she watches The Black Canary's facial features mirroring her own slowly Huntress brings her hand down to rest at her side.
" We are not here to fight you but this will be your only warning. Leave. Go home and don't look back. This is our city."
Making sure to look Black Canary in the eyes slowly Huntress shakes her hands as her fingers slowly start to twitch.
" I'm afraid i can't do that."
Instantly with lightning fast speed as she snatches a purple bolt off from her belt and brings it up with her aim clearly on Canary without having a chance to react suddenly feeling an arrow smashing against her crossbow causing her aim to waiver upward without having a chance to react instantly Huntress feels herself soaring through the air off the rooftop when she feels a high shock wave hitting her in the chest as a loud scream echoes through the sky.
Feeling herself falling through the air twisting her body around seeing her only opportunity of survival reaching out instantly as she grabs a hold of a nearby fire escape to only feel her stomach smashing viciously against the steel railing gritting her teeth without any delay leaping up Huntress rolls over the railing and grabs a hold of another purple bolt from her belt to only aim it back towards the rooftop.
Laying perfectly still on the fire escape with her eyes constantly wandering across the rooftop as she sees no movement coming from up above rising up to a kneeling position taking a quick glance over her shoulder seeing a half open window nearby backing up slowly reaching out with her free hand making sure to be as quiet as possible slowly Huntress slides the window open the rest of the way before without taking her eyes away from the rooftop slowly she makes her way through the window.
Taking a couple of steps back seeing no movement coming from the outside world turning her head to look over her shoulder just as she glances around her surroundings hearing the sound of a whistle echoing through the air instantly Huntress twists her body around nearly avoiding an incoming arrow through the open window.
Bringing up her crossbow with her finger firmly on the trigger backing up into the darkness getting down into a kneeling position as she looks back through the open window hoping to catch the glimpse of black or green from the outside instantly as she hears the sound of an object landing down inside of the room with a thud snapping her head towards the object just as she sees the object to be some kind of grenade in a sudden motion twirling around Huntress brings up her cape to cover her eyes.
Instantly as she hears a loud explosion echoing throughout the room causing a bright flash to spread throughout the area closing her eyes slightly just as she hears the sound of a pair of boots landing down a couple of feet away with a thud snapping her crossbow up instantly Huntress sends a purple bolt soaring through the air.
Seeing a purple bolt soaring through the air in his direction without any hesitation twirling down into a kneeling position causing the bolt to soar over his shoulder reaching back Green Arrow grabs a hold of an arrow from out of his quiver and sends it soaring through the air in the direction of The Huntress.
Backpedaling into the darkness just nearly avoiding the arrow reaching back just as her fingers graze another bolt from her belt instantly hearing the sound of glass shattering from nearby without having a chance to react Huntress feels herself leaving her feet to only land back first onto the hardwood floor with a thud when she feels a pair of heels crashing into her chest from her side.
Leaping up to a kneeling position just as she brings her crossbow up feeling a well placed kick landing underneath her arm causing her aim to waiver instantly without having a chance to react instantly Huntress feels her head snapping to the side as her body rolls across the ground when she feels a heel slamming into the side of her head.
Shaking off the comb webs looking over her shoulder as she sees Green Arrow and Black Canary standing side by side across the room from her just as she gets up to her feet without having a chance to react instantly Huntress feels herself once again leaving her feet from a high pitched scream that sends her soaring through the air and crashing through a closed door with a loud thud.
Feeling intense pain coming from her entire body lifting her head up from the ground as she sees Black Canary slowly starting to stalk her way over in a sudden move reaching out Huntress snatches a few balls from her belt before instantly she smashes the balls down into the ground causing a loud cloud of smoke to instantly start to form in the air.
Coming to a sudden halt remaining perfectly still as she watches the cloud of smoke slowly start to evaporate instantly as she sees the smoke completely evaporating leaving an empty deserted hallway keeping her eyes forward for the next few seconds Black Canary glances around her surroundings before after a few seconds of searching finding nothing in sight slowly turning on her heels she makes her way back towards Green Arrow's side.