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Chapter 48: The Secret Origins of Mia Dearden Part II
It was after midnight on the station, and Moira found herself sitting in the observatory nursing a glass of scotch from a bottle she had managed to find and staring off into space.
"Mind if I join you?" Moira looked up to see Tommy standing there, a spare glass in hand. She gave him a tired smile and gestured to the bench.
"Feel free." Tommy sat down and grabbed the bottle, then poured himself a healthy glass.
"I know how you feel now, Tommy." She said, staring off into space once more. "It feels like… I'm walking over my own grave."
Tommy took a long sip. "Yeah, that about sums it up. The constant feeling that you're a ghost, haunting the people you love. But," he glanced at Moira and grinned, "If we had to go out, at least we went out protecting the people we loved."
"Yes, and then we saw how well they turned out." Moira said bitterly. "I wish Malcolm had killed Slade when he had the chance."
"He still might." Tommy said dryly, taking another sip.
"Good." She said viciously.
Tommy glanced at her. "Since when are you such a fan of my dad?"
"Since he protected our daughter."
"Fair enough."
Moira chuckled. "I still don't trust the man. And I still despise him. But I trust that he will do what is necessary to protect his children."
"And what about Ollie's kid?" Tommy asked. "Are you going to tell him when he comes home?"
Moira took a long drink from her glass. "I don't know." She said finally.
"He deserves to know—"
"And I concede that." Moira said. "But he wasn't ready to be a father then; he certainly isn't ready to be a father when he first comes home." She sighed. "Maybe we wait for a time, let him get re-acclimated to being back, and then…"
"Excuse me." The two turned to see a man dressed in civilian clothes standing there. His slightly ethnic features and darker skin were offset by his blonde hair; Tommy couldn't help but think he had met the man before, despite the impossibility of it. "Mind if I join you?"
"Depends." Tommy said after a moment. "Have you recently died, been dead or will die in the near future? Because we kind of got a club thing going on here."
The man chuckled. "Not personally, no. But I have lost quite a few people over the years."
"Close enough." He held up the bottle. "Drink?"
He shook his head. "No, thank you. I don't drink. Honestly, I just wanted the chance to introduce myself properly." He held out his hand to Tommy, who shook it. "My name is Connor Hawke."
Moira's breath hitched and Tommy froze as they both realized that this was Oliver's son standing before them, fully grown. After a moment, Tommy finally found his voice.
"Well, shit."
CONTROL ROOM
Mia was in the darkened control room, looking over the rest of the files they would have to view, when Gideon spoke.
Mia, Miss Smoak has accessed your personnel file. The voice said. A screen flickered on to show Felicity standing in the viewing room, prepping a file on the console there. She is currently bringing up file designated NX-095: the S.T.A.R. Labs incident. Shall I stop her?
Mia watched in silence as Thea walked into the room, and sighed in defeat. She was nothing if not predictable. "No. Let them view it. Full effect." She ordered, switching off the screen. She sighed. It's time.
VIEWING ROOM
Around the same time Moira and Tommy were meeting Connor, a weary Thea walked into the viewing room to meet the equally weary Felicity.
"So I take it you found something." Thea began, looking at the nervous hacker. "So, what did I do that as so terrible I had to change history?"
"Are you alright?" Felicity asked, stalling for time.
Thea laughed humorlessly. "I just saw my mother get killed, so no. Not really."
"Then we really don't have to do this…"
"Felicity." Thea said sharply, cutting the other woman off. She sighed. "I need to know."
"No, you don't!" Felicity exclaimed. "Look, I understand why you want to know everything the amount of secrets being kept by your mother alone is staggering. And you want to know everything to make informed choices, just like Mia said. But Thea," she put her hands on Thea's shoulders and squeezed them gently. "Some secrets need to stay secret. And some things are better off not known. Let this go, PLEASE."
Thea pulled herself away. "I can't." she said. "I can't explain it; I just need to know. I need to know how far I fell; how bad I got. So please," she pleaded, "What did you find?"
"I found your- HER- service record. " Felicity said finally. "From that, I was able to find her memory files and decrypt them. I think I found the reason why she's doing this, but Thea—"
Thea shook her head. "Just show it, please."
Felicity sighed. "Gideon, please play memory set file for Mia Dearden- date August 6, 2021. The S.T.A.R. Labs assault."
PROCESSING. The computer's voice said. PLEASE STAND BY.
Suddenly the furniture in the room vanished in a shimmer of white light, and the room itself faded out to be replaced with a floor, walls and ceiling lined with a grid of bright white panels. After a moment, the walls faded out once more to be replaced by what appeared to be a street.
"What the hell?" Thea wondered.
"Oh, my god." Felicity said in awe as the recognizable image of the S.T.A. Particle Accelerator materialized in front of her. "This isn't just a room, it's a freaking HOLODECK!"
"What?"
"This is a hologram. We're standing in a hologram of downtown Central City- that is the S.T.A.R. Labs particle accelerator." She said, pointing to the building. To their amazement, damage started appearing around them. And then the people formed. Several had on a multitude of brightly-colored costumes, while the majority of them were clothed in the now familiar black armor of the League of Assassins.
"What exactly are we watching?" Thea asked her.
"Mia's final mission with the League of Assassins- which also happened to be the last mission of the League of Assassins." Felicity replied. "According to the file, the League was after something called the BRAINIAC virus. But S.T.A.R. was able to call in the Justice League—" she was cut off by a massive explosion as the scene came to life around them.
The two women screamed in fright- but stopped suddenly when the heat and shrapnel that was heading towards them passed harmlessly through them.
"What. The. Fuck." Thea demanded.
Felicity shrugged. "There must be safety protocols enacted to prevent live people from being killed. You know, I bet this is how the memory files are normal viewed, and Mia just reformatted them to something we'd be more comfortable with."
Both looked around as the Justice League took on the League of Assassins. Superman and Supergirl flew through a large contingent of assassins, bowling them over like pins. As they flew back up into the air, a small group of archers drew and let loose with a volley of kryptonite-tipped arrows- that were transformed into salt by Firestorm, who then just as quickly transformed their bows into solid stone and the ground beneath their feet into quicksand. Hawkgirl swooped down behind him, beating the helpless assassins down with her mace.
Over on the other side, Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl both used their respective lassos to swing assassins into their friends, incapacitating both. Cyborg, Arsenal and Nightwing took the fight directly to the assassins, fighting furiously hand to hand with the killers. A loud bellow of "Poach this, bitches!" caused the heroes to scatter as Beast Boy, in the form of a rhinoceros, plowed through them.
"We had that, Gar!" Nightwing called out with a smirk.
Felicity let out a startled yelp as an armored figured appeared out of nowhere in front of her, punching through her at the assassin behind her and knocking him cold. Then Thea gasped as she saw several assassins being picked up and flung into the bay by the arms of a gigantic octopus, while a man who stood on its head seemed to direct it with his trident.
"Well, there's something you don't see every day." She remarked. A loud, violent yell caught her attention, and she watched as Ravager took on three assassins at once, barely noticing the damage she was receiving.
"Rose!" Kid Devil called out, rushing to her aid. But it wasn't necessary- quickly the youngest Wilson dispatched the assassins and turned to look for more. "We aren't supposed to kill them." Eddie reminded her.
"Yeah, when they stop trying to kill me, THEN I'll stop killing the fuckers." She replied with a wicked grin.
"I see that she doesn't mellow at all." Thea noted.
Thea looked around for her older self, stopping when she saw Ra's al Ghul battling the Batman. The two were fighting with swords, and to her astonishment the Batman was actually winning against the Demon's Head. Then another pair caught her eyes, and she couldn't help but watch as Sara took on Talia al Ghul. They attacked one another with a ferocity that she could scarcely believe- Talia with her sword, and Sara with her staff broken down into a pair of escrima sticks.
"You presume to fight me?!" Talia screeched as she pressed her attack, pushing Sara back. "You presume to think your good enough to face me?!"
"Bitch, I don't presume shit. I KNOW I'm better than you!" Sara growled, pushing her back. The fight raged on, until a large explosion blew both women off of their feet. They both managed to roll out of the way as part of a wall from the building, ruptured by an exploding gas tank, collapsed around them. Thea and Felicity gasped as they saw Batman leap backwards out of the path of a large section of wall, just as Ra's leapt in for the kill. A death was had, but it was his own- crushed by the wall and his own madness. Sara struggled back to her knees, but was brought up short by the point of Talia's sword.
"You blame me for my sister's death, but the truth is YOU are the reason she is dead." Talia snarled with a triumphant smile. "You corrupted her. You debased and defiled her. YOU turned her into an abomination!"
Sara snorted. "If that's how you think being gay works, then you really need professional help." She said sarcastically. Her grip tightened around her fighting sticks.
"You thought to be her consort. You thought you would be her partner, and thus be in a position of power in the League. You thought yourself a queen when in reality; you are nothing more than a common whore!" Talia drew back her sword, preparing to plunge it into Sara's heart.
"No." Sara growled, flipping one of her sticks and throwing it side-handed at Talia's head. The assassin quickly moved her blade to intercept the shot, leaving herself wide open for Sara to lunge forward with the second stick, which she jammed into Talia's chest. Talia gave out a surprised "Whuff!" as the air was driven out of her body, and she collapsed to her knees, now with Sara standing over her. "What I am," she said, taking Talia's face in her hands, "is a woman who will kill you face to face, instead of stabbing you in the back!" Sara leaned in close. "I'm not going to pray for you, Talia. You don't deserve that mercy. Just know that, when my time comes and I go to hell,you WILL be the first person I see. And you will BEG the devil to save you from me." She gripped Talia's head and then both pulled and pushed, snapping her neck and killing the insane woman once and for all.
Across the field, the elder Thea continued to fight, even though she had to know it was a losing battle. All around her, assassins were either being killed or detained by the Justice League, and yet she still fought on, dispatching Red Robin with a well-placed kick to the knee, followed by a hilt smash to the back of his head. As Red Robin fell to the ground, though, the Black Canary took his place, striking furiously with her tonfa sticks. Her attack was viscous, and soon Thea found herself on the defensive. Dinah managed to hook her bow and rip it out of her hands with one of the tonfa sticks, flinging it away.
"Give it up, Thea!" she yelled. "When are you going to realize there's no way you're going to win here?" Dinah lunged in, eager to put Thea down once and for all-
But Thea also lunged forward, slapping one of the tonfa sticks aside and grabbing the other wrist. She spun around till they were back to back, Dinah's arms still in her grasp and now over her shoulder, and brought it down HARD, breaking the arm and dislocating the elbow. Dinah screamed in pain, and her hand went limp. Thea caught the dropping baton, then spun around again and slammed the stick against the side of her head, knocking her out. Dinah collapsed to the ground bonelessly as Thea stood over her.
"And when are you going to realize you can't beat me?" she asked the unconscious woman, dropping the baton to the ground.
"Speaking of things that never change." Thea said. "God, no wonder she hates me."
Looking around though, she knew that Dinah was right. All around her the Justice League were mopping up the last of the assassin. Looking for her father, she watched helplessly as Oliver shot an arrow into his gut at close range, and by the way Malcolm collapsed she knew he had just severed his spinal column. At once Thea dove for her bow, scooping it up as she rolled and coming to a stop on her feet, and arrow nocked and pointed at her brother just as he pointed his own arrow at Malcolm's throat.
"Oliver, STOP!" she shouted. Oliver paused and glanced over at Thea.
OBSERVATORY
Moira looked at her grandson with sadness, trepidation- and fear. Fear that, at any moment, pure hatred of her would play over the features that so strongly resembled Oliver's, and she wasn't sure she could bear that.
She also wasn't sure she didn't deserve that.
"I'm sure you have many questions for me." Moira hedged.
"Just one, actually." Connor replied. "Why?"
Moira let out a long breath. "Yes, I suppose that would be the question, wouldn't it?" She said mirthfully. "Did you get to spend any time with your father?"
Connor nodded. "Some. My mother was killed when I was 8. "That's when he found out about me."
"I'm sorry to hear about your mother." Moira said honestly. "Despite how I treated her, I never wished her any harm."
"She fell in love with the wrong man. He was mixed up in some illegal things. The Green Arrow actually had to save me from him." Connor chuckled. "Imaging not only finding your father, but finding out he's a hero at the same time."
"It must have been a lot to take in."
"It certainly was."
"Did Oliver ever tell you stories about his life before he put on that hood?" Moira asked.
Connor laughed. "Not many." He admitted. "Usually when I asked, he would just say he wasn't exactly a role model back then."
"He wasn't." Tommy said. "Neither of us were."
"I love my son. Perhaps I loved him too much, when he was younger." Moira began. "I spoiled him rotten. And whenever he got in trouble, I was always there to bail him out."
"Usually literally." Tommy added, quailing slightly under Moira's withering glare. "Sorry."
"The problem with having money is that you quickly learn that it does solve all of your problems. And that was a lesson I taught Oliver early, to his detriment. Since he knew we could always pay to make the problems go away, he never learned to be responsible."
"Until the Island." Connor said.
Moira nodded. "When he got your mother pregnant, he was very immature. He liked to party. He liked to drink. And God help me, he liked to have sex. One thing we tried to drill into him was always to use protection, but…"
"No protection is one hundred percent accurate, except for abstinence." Tommy said. "And that was one thing he would never practice."
"He wasn't ready to be a father. I saw it when he told me about your mother. I saw it in his eyes. And I thought the best thing to do, for everyone, was to make the problem go away." She looked at Connor with sadness in her eyes. "I know that sounds harsh, and cruel, and unfair, but I honestly thought it was for the best."
"It was best to keep me from my father?" Connor asked. There was no anger in his voice, just honest curiosity.
Moira sighed. "The Queen name comes with a lot of responsibility- and a lot of baggage. News reporters, bloggers, paparazzi… they would have hounded your mother and you endlessly. And then there are those who would have no problems in kidnapping a pregnant woman or a small child for a chance at a payday. And Oliver… he would never have been a good father, not back then. Certainly he wouldn't have been a man your mother could love, or who would love her. I felt that, by giving her money, by sending her away- she could give you a safe, STABLE life. And then sometime in the future, when Oliver had settled down, I would have told him about you. And maybe then he could be the father you deserved. "
Connor nodded. "I won't lie and say it didn't hurt not having a father, but maybe you're right. I did have a good life, for the most part. And Oliver was a good father when I needed him the most." He took his grandmother's hands in his own. "Thank you for explaining. Thank you for looking out for us in your own way."
"I don't know how you can thank me—"
Connor smiled. "Because I forgave you a long time ago." He said. "And so did my father."
Tommy clapped Connor on the shoulder, drawing his attention and giving Moira a few moments to compose herself. "Well, how about we tell you some embarrassing stories about your father?" he suggested with a grin. "Heck, I probably know a few that even Mrs. Queen doesn't know."
Connor nodded and sat back in his seat. "I'd like that." He said.
VIEWING ROOM
It would end today. One way or another, the League, Merlyn, all of it would end. Malcolm had long ago lost his bow and had settled on his sword, but Oliver had now had years of sword training of his own and he was able to expertly block the crazed assassin with his bow. Malcolm swung down hard, but Oliver blocked it, then pushed is back up in the air. He followed that with a hard strike to his face, stunning Malcolm, before spinning away, drawing an arrow and firing at near point-blank range. The arrow went straight through Malcolm's lower abdomen and out his lower back, slicing through his spinal column. The assassins staggered for a moment before collapsing, his legs giving out now that they were no longer receiving commands from his brain. Malcolm groaned in pain from the ground and glared up at Oliver, who readied another arrow.
"This ends now, Malcolm." Oliver said coldly.
"I suppose it does." Malcolm conceded. He tried to shift his position, but it seemed that none of his appendages worked anymore. "You've finally beaten me, Oliver. Now go on, do it." He sneered up at the hood man. "Kill your sister's father."
"Don't stop on my account." Thea said viciously.
"You don't mean that." Felicity tried.
"Wrong." Thea shot back. "I still remember what I did to you because of him. He deserves that, and worse."
Felicity didn't have the heart to tell her that worse was coming. She would see it soon enough.
"Robert Queen was her father." Oliver snarled. "You're just the man who turned her into a killer."
"Oliver, STOP!"
Thea groaned, seeing herself drawing in her own brother. "Just let him do it." She hissed.
Unnoticed by either women, Mia had entered the room and stood behind them, watching with pain-filled eyes at the worst day of her life.
Oliver glanced over and saw Thea standing a short distance away, her own bow primed and readied. Malcolm chuckled.
"Oh yes, I've made her into the perfect warrior. Fast, lethal, and OBIDIEANT." Oliver's gaze shifted back to Malcolm. "No matter what happens next, I win."
"Dear god, he's as mad as a hatter." Felicity said. "Did he use the pit, too?"
"Maybe he just finally snapped." Thea opined.
"Oliver, please!" Thea cried out. "Drop your weapon. Don't make me fight you again!"
"Maybe you should drop yours instead." Oliver replied. "It's over, Thea. The League is finished; Ra's is dead. And soon, so will Malcolm." He sighed. "You'll finally be free."
Thea sighed and lowered her bow. "You're still trying to save me?" she asked incredulously.
"I never stopped trying."
"I don't deserve to be saved, Ollie. Not after what I did to Felicity. To your child. I don't deserve to be forgiven."
"You really think he'd just give up?" Felicity asked.
"After what I did?" Thea replied. "I would have."
"I think you do." He replied, lowering his own weapon and turning to face Thea. The two stared sadly at one another, the chaos of the battle around them seemingly forgotten. "This- all of this, is my fault." He admitted. "By shutting you out, by lying to you, by not warning you and Mom about Slade- I pushed you into becoming this person. But what you've done, the lives you took, none of that matters anymore. You're my sister, Thea. I'll always forgive you."
Thea smiled sadly. "You always want to take all of the blame onto yourself. But it wasn't just you. I chose to go with Malcolm. I chose to be trained as an assassin. I chose to join the League. All of that is on me. Sure, you played your part; but at any time, I could have said no. At any time, I could have ran away and lived on my own, away from both of you. But I chose to stay, because every now and then I'd see my brother, and because he's my father." She nodded at Malcolm.
"He's only the sperm donor." Oliver argued. "Robert Queen loved you like his own child, Thea."
"I know. And he would do anything for us. Just like you put on that hood to honor a promise to him." She sighed. "The League is dead, Oliver. What assassins weren't killed are being rounded up. Let me take Malcolm and disappear."
Oliver shook his head. "No."
"He's crippled, Ollie!" Thea argued. "The pit has been contaminated; it can't be used again. Let me take my father away from here. We'll go to some secluded cabin in the woods and we'll never bother you again!"
"I'm trying to save you from him, Thea!" Oliver shot back. "I'm trying to free you from his control!"
"She'll never be free from me." Malcolm hissed.
"You don't need to free me, Ollie!" Thea shot back. "I'm choosing this! You two are the only family I have left. Let me take him away from here. I'll take care of him, and I'll know that you're still out there, fighting the good fight. Please, don't make me choose between you!" she cried.
"You see how well I've trained her?" Malcolm said with madness clear in his voice. "Only now do you understand. Thea is my greatest creation! She's the child that Tommy should have been!"
"Tommy died a hero." Oliver spat.
"Tommy died as he had lived- a useless lay about." Malcolm spat back. "But Thea- Thea is a pure warrior. Unflinching, unfeeling, un-questioning. And she is my warrior in mind, body and soul."
"Just kill the sick bastard already." Thea growled.
"She still has a soul, which is more than I can say for you." Oliver glared at the man who had caused him- and his family- so much pain. "And there is nothing I won't do to save it. Including breaking my vow one more time and killing you."
Malcolm stared coldly at the Emerald Archer. "If I die, so do you."
"I know." He replied sadly.
Thea's breath hitched. 'What was he talking about?' she wondered. Felicity knew, and desperately wanted to stop this playback- but she knew that Thea would demand to see the whole thing.
Oliver looked back to Thea, who still stared at him with pleading eyes. "I never gave up on you, Thea. Please know that."
"Oliver…." Thea pleaded sadly. "Please, don't…."
Oliver looked at Thea with a sad smile as she stares back with a pleading look on her face. "I'm sorry." He said. "I love you." Oliver turns back to Malcolm, swiftly nocking another arrow-
"Oliver, NO!" Thea cries out in vain-
"DARAB NAAR!" Malcolm roared as Oliver draws back the arrow-
"No." Thea whispered in horror, realizing what was about to happen.
On instinct, Thea lifted her bow and drew back the string-
"No." Thea said.
And fired. An instant after Oliver.
The arrow flew true, striking Oliver in the heart. He lets out a barely audible groan as he falls back to the ground, mortally wounded.
"NO!" Thea cried, falling to her knees as the hologram of her brother fell to the ground. Felicity watched silently, tears streaming down her face.
Thea blinked; the command over. She looks in horror as her brother lies writhing on the ground. "Oliver!" she shouts out in an anguished cry, dropping her bow and running towards her brother. She spares a glance at Malcolm's lifeless body- the dull eyes looking into the sky with an arrow stuck right between them- and falls to her knees, skidding to a stop next to her brother. Frantically she pulls him into her lap and presses down on the arrow, desperate to stop the flow of blood- but it is too late. Blood is already pouring out of his mouth as he frantically grasps at his hood.
Thea was weeping now, her hands over her mouth to stifle her sobs. Felicity came up behind her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder, gently rubbing it.
"I'm so sorry." Felicity whispered. "I'm so, so sorry."
"Oliver! No, please god! NO!" Thea cried out. Seeing his movement, she rips the hood off of him. She's about to toss it away when his hand grasps hers with surprising strength.
"Ho—" he gurgled, trying to speak. "Honor it…" The light leaves his eyes as his grip lessen, and a moment later his limp hand falls to the ground.
"Please, no!" Thea moaned, taking his head in her hands and shaking it. "Wake up, Ollie! WAKE UP!" she screamed, but it was no use.
Oliver Queen was dead.
Thea dropped her head onto Oliver's still chest and began rocking. "Forgive and have mercy upon him..." she began between sobs. "Excuse him and pardon him... make honorable his reception... protect him from the punishment of the grave... and the torment of the fire."
Around her, the fighting finally came to a halt as the League of Assassins was roundly defeated. And while the assassins lay scattered over the grounds of STAR Labs, unconscious for the most part, the heroes of the Justice League and the Titans slowly made their way towards the two Queen siblings. They watched the scene with a mixture of shock, of sadness- and anger. Dinah staggered towards them, staring helplessly at the sight of her friend dead in the arms of his sister. Her rage all-consuming, she drew a breath, and SCREAMED—
The scene ended and the hologram faded away, leaving the white room behind.
"Now you know." Thea's head whipped around to see Mia standing there, tears streaming down her own cheeks. "Now you know why I'm doing this. Now you know what I truly want to change."
Rage- the same rage that Dinah must have felt- flooded the younger Queen. She staggered to her feet and launched herself at Mia, pounding the unresisting woman with her fists. "YOU KILLED HIM" she raged. Felicity surged forward, grabbing Thea and pulling her off the other woman. "YOU MONSTER! YOU KILLED HIM!"
"I know—"
"He's our brother! Our family!" Thea broke free and swung a wild haymaker at Mia's face. At any other time she would have dodged, or blocked. But this time she took the punch willingly. She deserved it, and more. The momentum carried Thea past Mia and down to the ground, and Felicity rushed over to help her up.
"So many mistakes made, so many lives taken. I would do anything to undo his death. ANYTHING." Mia said to the two women. "I never wanted you to see this." She admitted. "There are some secrets that I wanted to keep, if only because if this works, this will never happen. And you don't need to be burdened with this knowledge."
Thea glared at her elder self. "You're right." She spat. "This WILL never happen. Because I will NEVER be you!" she broke free of Felicity and ran out of the room.
Mia sighed and looked at the hacker. "Could you please be sure she doesn't try to kill herself again?" she asked.
"I will." She hesitated for a moment. "I'm sor—"
"Don't apologize." Mia said. "I knew you would be looking into me, and Gideon has kept me updated about how your hacking has been going."
"You knew—"
Mia scoffed. "Of course I knew. After Slade's little adventure, I put some safeguards of my own in place. Gideon just kept me informed. Rule number one," she said with a rueful smile, "Never underestimate Felicity Smoak. Rule number two is that I'm too inquisitive for my own damn good." She nodded towards the door. "Now go and look after her, please."
A short time later, Mia made it back into her quarters. She eschewed the bed and dropped into a chair next to the window and stared out into space, remembering. Sensing her mood, Lian climbed into the chair with her and wrapped her small arms around her mother's neck, hugging her tightly. Then Roy came to stand next to them as Mia lowered her head to her daughter's shoulders and cried.
TBC
A/N: One of my reviewers suggested that, when Mia killed Oliver, she should say the prayer that Ra's said on the show. For the life of my I cannot remember which reviewer it was, but to you thank you.
Also, I forgot to put Amanda Waller's name in Thea's list before I posted the last chapter. I've since gone back and fixed that.