Disclaimer: Not mine, et cetera.

I do kinda breeze through the fight scene in the end of the chapter, because I didn't want to linger on it, but I did want to include it, so -

I mean, in the show the whole thing took a minute, maybe two of very rapid camera movements, so :shrug:

Different Queens

By Kylia

A Different Kind of Party

"Hey, hey, shouldn't you like... not be drinking any alcohol?" Theo looked up from his glass at the sound of Tommy's voice, an unusual... anxious note to it? He was fidgeting, looking like he felt out of place, but when did Tommy ever feel out of place?

Theo had always figured he was so naturally gregarious he could have fit in just about anywhere, with a couple hours and some booze to get things started.

"I'm seventeen, not twelve, it's not going to kill me. Mom said I could have one glass, it's Olivia's official welcome home party. What am I gonna do, not drink?" Theo narrowed his eyes. "Why do you even care? Didn't you and Olivia get drunk for the first time when you were... what, fifteen?" Theo even had a memory of just how hungover they'd been the next day, and how unmerciful Loren had been. He was pretty sure 'I told you so' got said as well.

"Sixteen, and in this case, I think that falls under 'do as I say, not as I do.'" Tommy countered, hand flicking towards his chest and it almost seemed like he'd been about to smooth down his shirt before he stopped himself.

"You're nervous!" Theo laughed, "What the hell? Haven't you thrown like... a million parties?"

"Yeah, but this is different." Theo had to admit Tommy had a point. He'd never gone to Olivia's parties before she'd vanished, but it wasn't like he hadn't had the internet five years ago, and videos and images of her 'greatest hits' kept circulating social media since her resurrection. And the twitter algorithm really liked showing them to him.

Like I want to see photos of my drunk sister having a wardrobe malfunction.

Theo grimaced, trying to banish that from his mind. The point was that Olivia's parties tended to be more... nightclub, or converted warehouse. DJs and lots and lots of booze and probably other, harder drugs at those parties too, even if Theo was pretty sure Olivia hadn't actually done any of those.

Even if the tabloids liked to claim differently.

This place, was technically still a club, but they let teenagers seventeen and up in, though they were very, very careful about them having alcohol. Theo had been here one time a few months ago with Madison Danforth on a... well, the date itself had gone well. The goodnight kiss afterwards hadn't.

It was smaller, tended towards live music rather than DJs, and in the fancier, more upscale parts of town. Rich people only, really, while still managing to be... well, kinda cool.

"Why is it different?" Theo had wondered if the party being here was for his benefit, but from the way Tommy was being so weird about things, he could only guess...

"I was all set to throw her a huge party, all our friends, all the usual party circuit suspects, the whole thing. Olivia said she didn't want to..." he grimaced, "she didn't want to 'live down to the tabloids worst expectations of her.'" Tommy let out a breath. "I've been doing that for years, and it's worked out pretty well for me, but... it was different for her, I guess."

"Very." Theo agreed. "I've seen some of the articles."

Tommy grimaced again, "Man, I do not - yeah, I can't envy you that." He shook his head.

"Not fun, but they're only popping up on my feed because Olivia's back so... I'll take some mortification over her being dead." Theo admitted.

Tommy chuckled, "I suppose there is that." He was about to say something else when Theo saw someone else approaching from behind him. Loren, dress shirt and slacks, and McKenna, a blue dress - nice, but not too nice, nothing scene stealing. Theo knew McKenna was vice, so she was probably used to coming to places like this, or even the sorts of nightclubs Olivia used to go to.

"Loren!" Theo gestured over to them. He...

He didn't hate McKenna. He'd wanted to. He definitely did now, now that Olivia was dead. But... she was nice. And she had been good for Loren, in her own way. Olivia would be better, but... well, real people weren't like the characters in some of his friend's fanfics. You couldn't control what they did or didn't do.

"McKenna," he nodded when they both got closer. He held up his glass of wine, "Mom gave permission for me to have this one, so-"

"Wasn't going to say anything tonight," Loren protested, holding one hand up for a minute. "Tommy's claims about me not being fun notwithstanding, I'm not a complete stick in the mud, I promise."

"Good." Theo sipped just a little at his glass again, then started looking for Olivia. She was supposed to be 'fashionably late', apparently, so she should be coming in any minute now.

"You did really well with this, Tommy," McKenna offered, looking around. "Nothing like the parties of yours I went to before I hit the Academy, but... it's really nice."

"Olivia wanted something more low-key, that's what she gets," Tommy agreed. He frowned a moment, and then, "Look, I don't want to be an ass, but are you sure you should be here? I mean - Olivia just got back, and-"

"She's not made of glass, Tommy," Loren cut in. "When she called and said the party was happening and invited me, she said I should bring McKenna."

Really? Given just how quickly Olivia had clammed up at the dinner, when she'd found out - then again, Olivia had to bite the bullet sometime, right? And she knew - in passing - that McKenna had used to hit the same party circuit that Olivia and Tommy and even Loren had, when they were younger. So it wasn't like they didn't know each other at all...

"Okay, okay," Tommy held his hands up at chest level, surrendering. "I'm just-" he inhaled. "I'm just trying to get used to the new Olivia. I mean, she's still Olivia, but..."

"Five years stranded on an island will have an impact," Loren agreed. Theo stepped away from them as the three talked. Where is she-

There. One of the side doors opened, and Tara Michele, Olivia's new bodyguard, since the attempted kidnapping. Theo just counted himself lucky that - so far - his mom hadn't decided he needed one. And then she saw Olivia.

His sister looked... different. In the pictures that Theo hadn't wanted to burn from his brain with bleach, she was usually wearing sleeveless, spaghetti strap dresses, skirts, that sort of thing. This time, Olivia was wearing a nearly floor length, sleeved black dress, going all the way down to her wrists. But she still looked as pretty as she always did, her short hair styled a little differently as well, more curly.

Everyone else in the place was also noticing her now, turning, the music quieting down for a moment. Out of the corner of his eye, Theo watched Tommy and Loren in particular stare at her. Loren at least was managing to do it with his mouth closed, but Tommy looked like he was seeing her for the first time.

He's seen her in less plenty of times before. Tommy had been in the background of that godforsaken wardrobe malfunction photo.

Dammit Theo! He really, really, really needed to get that brain bleach. There had to be enough money in his trust fund to buy something that would do the job, right?

Tommy collected himself and jogged the short distance over to her.

"Woman of the hour, people," Tommy raised his voice, but he wasn't shouting. "Let's give Olivia a proper welcome home!" There were cheers and applause, and Olvia smiled, as Tommy handed her a small pink cocktail that had been waiting for her on the bar.

"Thank you for coming," Olivia accepted the drink. "I missed a lot of things while I was away. Friends. Parties. Music." She downed the drink quickly, grimacing momentarily, probably not used to all that booze at once, "and oh, yeah, I missed cocktails!" There were more cheers and applause, and the music started up again.

Olivia came over towards them, the bodyguard watching from a distance, keeping an eye on her, but willing to give some privacy.

"Thanks for this, Tommy." Olivia murmured softly.

"So... it's good?" Tommy asked. "I wanted to make sure it worked for what-"

"It's perfect." Olivia assured him. "Tara took us in through a side entrance to avoid the paparazzi, but there were less out front than at some of the places we used to go. No one really expects me to be... here, for this." She smiled, then glanced over at Theo, eyes falling on the drink.

"Do I have to tell everyone Mom said I could have this?!" Theo protested, feeling a bit indignant. Really, where did Tommy or Olivia get off on being judgey about her drinking. Sure, she did more underage drinking than this, when she could get away with it, but nothing like what they used to get up to.

I've never come home worse than tipsy!

"Sorry," Olivia let out a breath. "I - I'm still used to thinking of you as twelve, Speedy."

Theo groaned, rolling his eyes, "Really? You're bringing that terrible nickname back?" It wasn't that not hearing it for five years had been good, but it had been the one thing he hadn't missed about his older sister.

"It always seemed like it made sense, back then." Olivia held up a hand, "But I'll try not to call you it anymore, promise."

"I'll hold you to that." He looked over at McKenna and Loren, to the tension tight in Loren's shoulders, then looked back over towards the bar, where he saw Madison Danforth, one of the few people his age that had been invited to this...

Do I really want to stand here and watch how Olivia and McKenna talk? It wasn't that he wasn't desperately curious, but he also figured Olivia might not want her little brother watching her actually...

"I'm going to go - I'm going to go talk to Madison," Theo said after a moment, feeling awkward to say it - there really wasn't a good exit, but...

He pulled Olivia in for a quick, one-armed hug, pulling away and walking over to chat with Madison, or at least, not be around for-

Well, whatever was likely to happen next.

Like a Bad Romcom

Tommy Merlyn was not really one for self-reflection. He preferred to live his life in the moment, and had for years, basically since his mom died and his dad checked out from... well, being a dad. And for years, that had worked fine. Parties, drugs, one empty hook-up after another. Even one accidental drunk hookup with his best friend, who was in a committed relationship with his other best friend. And at the time, he'd tried very hard to never think about that. It was just a mistake after all.

But losing your best friend, having them die, at the same time as the person who was more a father to you than your own dad... well, that was going to make anyone think about their life. No matter how much you tried not to.

Especially when that best friend was the best friend you'd slept with.

It had been the kind of realization that had made Tommy drink more than usual, when he'd had it, when he'd realized he was - had probably been for a while - in love with Olivia. He felt like the protagonist of a bad romcom, even though those were usually the girl. And knowing that he was only realizing it now, after Olivia was dead...

Cue another long string of empty, meaningless hookups. And several DUIs, before he'd finally managed to get that under control.

When he'd learned Olivia was alive, thinking about the prospects of a future together, with her wasn't his first reaction. Incredulity, joy, happiness for her family, concern over what she had to have experienced...

But yes. Eventually, he'd realized that now that she was alive, was back, and... well, Loren being taken... maybe, just maybe, he had a chance.

Tommy wasn't an idiot. Olivia needed time. Time to adapt, to get used to being back. And to come to terms with Loren and McKenna.

And I need to know if Olivia really can move on. Before Loren started dating McKenna, he'd have bet even money that Loren never would have moved on from Olivia, and he would have bet the same for Olivia, if Loren had been the one to die.

They just... they always had been so much one unit, even while friends. But... maybe not. That was the thing to find out.

Olivia watched Theo walked away, then she looked back. She was... being a lot less reactive than Tommy would have expected. Controlling herself well, but it wasn't like he couldn't see how she was holding herself stiffly, tense, just a little.

"So... Olivia, I know you and McKenna knew each other before, but... this is my fiance, McKenna Hall." Loren started, finally breaking the silence. "McKenna, this is my best friend, Olivia." One hand was around McKenna's waist, the other fidgeting behind his head, running though the hair at the base of his scalp.

Olivia smiled softly, and Tommy honestly couldn't tell if it was forced or not, but it had to be. "I think the last time we saw each other, you were getting us kicked out of Club Deville," Wait, what? That didn't ring a bell.

McKenna chuckled, flushing a little and looking down a moment, smiling as well. "In my defense, there was no sign saying we had to keep our clothes on." Tommy looked over at Loren, but he didn't seem surprised by this revelation. Olivia getting kicked out of Club Deville did vaguely ring a bell now that he thought about it...

"And now you're a detective." Olivia observed. She inhaled a moment, hesitated, then finally set her jaw and... bit the bullet. "I asked Loren to bring you because I do want to get to know you, the you now, and - I just want to make sure you know I'm not upset, with you, with Loren." Tommy watched, thrown by just... just how impassive she was seeming. No, not impassive, but... just not not upset? At all?

Olivia wasn't that good of a liar. And like... there had to be some putting on act, but even with that she -

He felt like he could see a bit of pain in her eyes, but...

I mean, maybe she realized there was a chance Loren could have moved on in those five years? Maybe she'd done a little bit of the mental prepwork, somehow? Or maybe she was just...

"Olivia-" McKenna started, voice cracking a bit, but Olivia held up a hand.

"I - let me finish, please?" Okay. There we go. That was... so yeah, Olivia was upset. Just hiding it well. Which, even if Olivia could move on, made sense. McKenna nodded, and Olivia went on. "I was dead, as far as anyone in Starling knew. And you two - you fell in love, and I can see that Loren loves you," she looked down at the hand around McKenna's waist a moment, then back up to their faces. "Loren, you were never mine to own, and we were friends before we ever dated. I'm just glad you're happy. And - Mckenna? Anyone who can win the heart of a guy like Loren has to be pretty exceptional, so I can't begrudge you."

"He is a pretty amazing guy," McKenna agreed, turning to look at Loren for a moment, smiling, then back to Olivia. "I - I do appreciate how hard this has to be, but I'm glad you -" she cut herself off. "I know how close you both were, as friends, and I know how important keeping that friendship is to Loren. I don't plan on getting in the way of that, and - I hope you won't see me as being in the way of you keeping your friendship." McKenna didn't exactly stress the word friendship, but Tommy did see her own arm go around Loren's waist a little possessively. She met Olivia's gaze, not challenging her, but - well, Tommy knew McKenna wouldn't give up without a fight.

"I won't." She held out a hand. "I hope we can get to be friends again, under the new circumstances, as well. This - this will take some getting used to, but it was five years. For you both, and for me, so..." she trailed off, and Mckenna accepted her hand and shook it.

"I think we can manage that. Badge and gun aside, I'm still mostly the same McKenna you knew," McKenna grinned. "Everything else aside, I'm glad you're back, Olivia."

"I'm glad to be back." Olivia exhaled, then smiled again, "So - well, what did I miss? Anyone else get engaged, or married, while I was away?"

Tommy took part in the conversation that followed, catching Olivia up on all their old friends, and things were... almost like before, just a little, the change in relationships aside. But his focus was on Olivia. She - she seemed genuine, in her acceptance, but he was...

Tommy still couldn't tell if it was Olivia just wanting Loren to be happy, or if she was genuinely accepting, really able to move on. Like, not yet, Tommy was sure. But just, in general, able to.

I think so? The way she said it was five years for her... Tommy would have to actually sit down and talk to Olivia about it. Without...

Without actually letting her know how he felt, first. I'm not going to confess my feelings to her, or make any sort of move if it's obvious she's never going to get over Loren. Tommy had his pride. He wasn't going to be a second choice, an 'only because Loren's not available' option. Loren not being available might give him the opening, the chance, but...

It wasn't selfish to want, if they did end up dating, that he get to be first in her heart, right? If, big if.

He - it genuinely felt like maybe Loren could move on, could accept things. But was that just wishful thinking? Reading too much into it?

Most people could move on. It was normal. And Olivia had dated and even seemed to really like people before dating Loren, even if that had been when they were still teenagers so -

I think... I think I have a chance. But I do need to give her time. And he would. And then... then he'd take his shot. Olivia had said Mckenna had to be pretty amazing to win Loren's heart, and Tommy agreed - Loren was a great guy. But Olivia was pretty damn exceptional herself.

And I'm damn good too. He just had to make sure he could make sure Olivia saw that, saw him as more than just a best friend.

Hunting Hunt II

By 9:30, Adam Hunt hadn't moved the money. Olivia wasn't really surprised. The criminals in this city didn't know to fear her yet. Or fear the archer in the green hood, anyway. Ideally, they'd never know that the archer was a her.

When Tommy had suggested this venue after she'd asked for something more low-key, she'd known it was perfect. It was close enough to Adam Hunt's building, but not so close that someone might wonder at the very suspicious timing, the party so close to Hunt. She had to cover as many bases as possible.

It would mean cutting it close, especially since she had to ditch Tara. The woman had decided to sit with her in the backseat on the drive here, so the dive out the back strategy wouldn't work.

I have to either convince mom to get rid of her, convince her to quit, or let her know. There was really no other option. Planning around her in the short term could work, but.

Seeing Loren and McKenna be so... together, happy - it hurt. But she'd at least had time to mentally prepare for it, prepare her speech, her 'I'm happy for you' and... she was. And she didn't blame Loren, or McKenna. It would have been so much easier if Mckenna had been 'stay the fuck away from my man' or tried to stand in the way of Olivia staying friends with Loren, or even just came off as jealous and suspicious, but she didn't.

Apart from the somewhat possessive hand she'd put around Loren's waist - which was fairly minor as possessive gestures went - McKenna hadn't made any sort of indication she thought Oivia was any threat to her engagement.

Well, that's probably because even drunk, Loren wouldn't cheat. McKenna knew that, and trusted her fiance accordingly.

Not that Olivia would have tried to make Loren cheat but... McKenna didn't necessarily know that for sure. But it would have been so much easier to hate McKenna if she'd been... possessive, jealous, territorial. All 'stay away from my fiance' and-

Loren would never be with a woman who acted like that, though...

And so, Olivia couldn't really hate McKenna. Not more than a little bit, anyway.

With the necessary first bit out of the way,the subsequent conversations, about old friends and aquaintances had been... enjoyable, actually. It was mindless, empty gossip, but it was distracting, and filled the time. She'd done the rounds, talked to people but...

It was - it was a bit much.

She wasn't lying that much when, at 9:30, she approached Tommy again, begging off.

"I... I think I need to duck out," Olivia murmured. "Maybe even head home. Can you - can you make sure Theo gets back alright?"

"Of course. Are you- is everything okay?" She watched his glance go back over to Loren and McKenna, and then back to her. "Is it -"

"It's not - it's not them. Or the party or..." She let out a breath, "I haven't been around this many people in a while." Not entirely true, but this was different. "It's... I just -" She was playing a role, trying to walk that line between too fragile and showing signs that she was what people would expect of her, after five years a castaway.

Tommy nodded, "Of course, I get. I'll make your apologies and I'll make sure Theo gets back to your place."

"Thank you." Olivia nodded. She made for the side entrance, already seeing Tara moving to follow her. There was no good way to ditch her quickly but -

I can handle her more... directly. It wasn't ideal, it was risky, but... she'd just have to take Tara out.

"Let me, Miss Queen," Tara said crisply, grabbing the handle before her, opening it. "Wouldn't want you disappearing on me again."

"Are you always this suspicious?" Olivia asked, following Tara out into the alleyway. The club, being what it was, and who it catered to, kept the side entrance clean and most importantly, free of cameras. And their own bouncers always corralled any paparazzi to the front entrances. The car was out back, and Tara was taking the lead, half-turning to make sure Olivia was behind her.

"Only when I have reason to be. Most people aren't so determined to get away from their bodyguard they tuck and roll from a moving car." Olivia's eyes darted around the alley. No cameras. No paparazzi had gotten back here. Good.

"When you're trying to avoid the paparazzi, you learn all sorts of interesting tricks," Olivia lied, then darted a bit to the left now fully behind Tara, arm around the other woman's neck, hand grabbing her other arm as she held tight to the woman, her hands clawing at Olivia's arm as she tried to get free, but the constriction of blood was enough to have her slacking within seconds. Olivia lowered the unconscious woman to the ground

I'm only going to get away with that one so easily once. She was pretty sure Tara wouldn't report her for assault, because that could impact her career prospects, if word got out Olivia Queen, partygirl princess of Starling, actually managed to get the drop on her...

But she might say something to her mother, and at the very least, Tara was going to be on guard against Olivia doing that.

But it would do for now.

Despite her best efforts, unfortunately, she got to Hunt's building later than she'd hoped - a few minutes last ten. She'd hoped to hit him on the nose, but this was good enough.

Interrupting the lights was easy - they'd be back in half an hour, maybe less, but she'd only need a few minutes, if that. Adam Hunt had relatively capable security, but they were nothing like the kinds of people she'd dealt with. And they weren't expecting what she could do.

But the police are on guard around the building. Give Hunt a minute to call them, ninety seconds for the elevator to get them all the way to the top... she was going to be cutting this very, very fine.

The elevator ticked up, then, with a ding, opened. Olivia already had an arrow on her bow, and already an arrow was flying from her, into one of Hunt's guards. She dove forward, kicking the closest guard in the shins, spinning, shooting another arrow at another guard, ducking under the hail of bullets as the guards started firing back.

Olivia rolled, tackling the legs of one of the guards, causing his shots to go wide. She jumped again, parkouring off the wall, past a pillar, kicking a guard on the face, landing, punch, and down.

The last guard standing before the frosted glass door to Hunt's office started firing, but Olivia got behind the pillar, the decorated stone shattering and flaking off under the hail of bullets, but nothing getting through to her. She grabbed another arrow, dropped, rolled, and was on her feet, firing, connecting with his shoulder.

Only a few of the guards were completely out, the others groaning, struggling to get up. Olivia ignored most, grabbed the one she'd hit in the shoulder just now, angled him in front of the door, kicked him in the chest, into the glass, jumping away as the guards inside Hunt's office emptied their magazines into the intruder, expecting it to be their mysterious archer.

Olivia darted in as they reloaded, arrow to one guard's chest, sweeping the legs out from another. It was just Hunt now, cowering behind her desk.

It would be so easy to kill him, now, before he could hurt Loren. One arrow, right to the neck, to the chest. But that wouldn't help his victims. And she only had the one shot. Snapping her arm back, she grabbed a very specific arrow from her quiver, aiming it at Hunt - and firing past him. She'd checked his building plans very carefully. He kept his servers there, right behind the desk.

"You missed." He paused, incredulous. "You missed!"

"Really?" Olivia growled, as before, keeping her voice low and running the voice scrambler. "I think-"

Arms, around her neck, and Olivia dropped her bow, sticking her hand between the arm and her neck before whoever it was behind her - strong, taller than her -could do the same thing to her she'd done to Tara. But even that little bit of room wasn't much, and she could still feel her air tightening. Olivia kicked, drove her free elbow back. The police were almost here...

With another kick, she got him on the knee and his arm slackened enough for her to break free, spinning. It was hard to get a good look at him in the dim light, as they traded punches, but he had a large, almost cro-magnon looking forehead. Olivia didn't have time to waste on this, on him. She stepped back, he punched again, overextending himself and she grabbed his arm, pulled up, and twisted down, dislocating, pulling back, pinning his arm behind his back. The man cried out, struggling against her grip, but she positioned herself out of reach of his other arm, pushing him towards the window, forcing him against it - she let go of his arm, letting it fall slack by his side.

He spun, trying to punch her - she ducked, punched, grabbing his face and shoving it backwards, into the glass, shards getting into the back of his head. She needed to get down. Letting him go, she shoved him aside, grabbing a grapple arrow from her quiver, firing down, the roof of the convention center across the street and below -

Before she could grab onto the line, anchored against the exterior wall, the man was on her again, one arm around her neck, the other, even wrenched out of place, trying to latch on so he could hold her in place, choke her, keep her from escaping.

"Oh no you don't," The man growled in an accented voice, trying to pull her back, away from the window, digging his feet into the carpet -

Olivia ducked, leveraging his weight against him, pushing her hip back, into his, arm around his back, grabbing his belt and up - slamming him into the frame of the window - one more shove and he screamed, falling to the ground below.

"SCPD! Get down on the ground!" She heard coming from the elevator. "Drop your weapons or we will open fire!"

Too late. Olivia climbed up, into the window and latched onto the grappling line.

She had to move fast, because the SCPD wasn't going to not follow her to this convention center. Thankfully, it was empty, so escape would be simple.

Hunting Hunt III

Detective Loren Lance had very mixed feelings about how he'd gotten the arrest warrant for Adam Hunt, and enough evidence for the DA's office to have to send him to prison. Not eighteen hours ago, a hooded vigilante - the same one who had saved Olivia and Tommy - had attacked Adam Hunt's offices, killed two of his security team and hospitalized the rest, and somehow - Adam Hunt claimed to have no idea - stole $40 million dollars from him.

If not for the murder, Loren would almost have to admire the man's combination of audacity and skill. He'd even proven to be a latter day Robin Hood, because Hunt's victims were suddenly finding all their money returned.

Theft or not, murder or not, I hope cybercrime can't find a way to prove conclusively that the money they're getting back was the money stolen from Hunt. It would be fitting.

Not that it would help Hunt either way.

The man had more than $40 million to his name, but none of it was liquid, and to keep his little schemes going and pay off everyone he had to pay off, he was desperate, selling off assets as quick as he could - and sharks were already circling. From what Loren could tell, he was selling stock and other assets for pennies on the dollar.

"Detective Lance." Hunt growled as he looked up from his desk, eyes red, tie loose, cold sweat on his face. "Lovely, just the capstone to a wonderful day. Here to tell me the SCPD is as useless in finding my money as stopping the thief in the first place?" His sarcastic drawl was as acidic as ever, but knowing what he knew made it pretty toothless to Loren.

"Well, the SCPD takes all theft seriously, but I'm actually here because of this." He threw the warrant down on the desk, unable to stop from grinning. "Adam Hunt, you're under arrest for fraud, bribery, conspiracy to contract a murder, meddling with a witness and oh, about a dozen other crimes."

Hunt looked at the arrest warrant, his name on it, then back at Loren, dumbfounded, shaking his head. "No, no - there's no way-"

"Funny thing, Hunt. When your people realized you couldn't keep paying them like you used to, they were very quick to cut a deal. And as it turns out, the accountant you killed two days ago wasn't the only one who had a whole bunch of evidence implicating you. Stand up, hands behind your back, Hunt." Loren gestured. The man didn't move, staring in stock. Loren moved behind Hunt, grabbing his arms and pulling behind him, cuffs around his wrists.

"Hey! Hey! You can't do this! I'm Adam Hunt! I'm Adam Freaking Hunt!" The man protested as Loren pulled him out of the chair.

"You have the right to remain silent, and I really suggest you exercise it." Loren continued reading him his rights as he frog-marched him out of the office and towards the elevator.