Three bikes shot through the city fast enough to outpace even the few police vehicles that briefly tried to stop them. Whatever else Dinah may have lost when coming to the future, she still knew how to turn an engine from a simple machine to divine wings. "Over here," Mia spoke over comms for the first time since leaving the museum, pulling their bikes down an alley near the Galaxy One building.

"Why are we at your brother's ex-boyfriend's company?" Dinah kicked the stand on her bike into position and slid free. "Because now is not the right time for revenge arson."

"It's always the right time for revenge arson." Laurel refuted as she followed suit. "But, the point is," She caught Dinah's glare. It sometimes eluded them that she hadn't come to the hero gig from the wrong side of the line. "Why are we here now?"

Glass cascaded around them as a desk exploded through the air and shrapnel bombed the pavement. "That's why." Business suits thronged the entranceway in confusion as security alarms blared and lights flashed inside.

"Do you think it's a drill?" Enough oil was in that slicked hair to entice a hostile invasion.

"Management." Mia sneered as the trio forced their way through the crowds and into the building.

"Stairs!" Dinah ordered. With the lifts packed with idiots who refused to understand the danger of using a lift during an emergency, using the stairs around the corner would be faster.

"What floor?" Questions like 'why are we here' or 'do we have a plan' went out of the window in the heat of the moment with the team resorting to pure essentials.

"Whichever one all the workers ran from." Whoever had caused the alarm had to be somewhere in the building and that floor would have a real incentive to evacuate.

They charged up the stairwell, forcing past bewildered and confused workers slowly traipsing down. A few tried to question or stop them, only to be shoved aside. "Wait!" Dinah eventually called. "Nobody's come out of this door." As they neared the top of Galaxy One, the crowds had dwindled to a slow trickle, yet people were still coming from the floors above.

"Are we sure or out of breath?" Laurel quipped. They were still sore from rescuing Bianca earlier that night and Mia, for all her restored memories, still had yet to regain a vigilante level of stamina.

"Marketing research," Dinah tapped the sign beside the door. "Nobody that greedy would leave before the big wigs." A particularly shoddy hairpiece stumbled by without bothering to glance at those below him. "I'll go first. Mia, cover me. Laurel, watch our backs." Holding up three fingers, she did a quick count before opening the door and sliding through.

Inside was a mess. It looked like a stampede had happened. Desks were askew, chairs had been knocked over, and the traditional mess of paper was strewn all over the floors. Even a lightbulb was dimly flickering in the distance. "Why was anyone still here at this time of night?" Laurel wondered as she followed them in.

"Asian markets," Mia whispered back as they spread out and hustled through the department. "They stay a few hours later on their end and act like it's a huge concession to their cultural norms to leverage better contracts."
"And I'm guessing that everyone over here is too wiped out to notice half the stuff they're agreeing to?" Dinah knew every dirty trick cops could legally pull. Hell, she'd employed a few herself to get the more slippery scum that entered her precinct.

"More often than you'd think." She agreed, notching an arrow ready as a thud sounded in the distance. All three entered low crouches as they silently trod paths towards the regular thunk-thunk-thunk.

Wordlessly signalling Laurel, both Canaries moved into a short pincer manoeuvre as Mia took the centre stage. Cutting behind a pillar, the Green Arrow looked to either side to check on her companions. Thumbs-up from Dinah, diving O all clear from Laurel. Tightening her grip on the bow, she darted around the corner with aim zeroed in on the waste basket stopping an automatic door from closing.

"That was anti-climatic." Laurel frowned.

Dinah noticed a flicker of movement in her peripheral vision. "Look out!" She dived in time to avoid the knife but Mia, distracted by her shout, was ruthlessly kicked in the back and fell to the floor with the wind knocked out of her.

"Surprise!" The man in the Deathstroke man growled, charging Laurel with a vengeance. She blocked the first blow and retaliated, springing a jab into the mask and following through by spinning a kick to knock him back. Deathstroke pulled his sword and swung with Laurel barely able to block with her batons in time.

"You'll have to do better than that." She sneered whilst straining under the recoil.

"Noted." He smashed their heads together, his mask providing both protection against and a greater impact on hers. It was only a single moment but her lapse of concentration was all her needed to lever the sword around her batons and land a blow.

"Argh!" Laurel screamed as the sword cut her upper arm.

"Laurel!" It had been seconds since the ambush but surprise and underhand tactics had given Deathstroke all the advantage he needed to land the first blow and piss Dinah off.

"Wait" Mia shouted too late. Dinah sucked in a deep breath and screamed Deathstroke through the window. "No!" Mia ran in time to see gravity take hold and drag him down.

"Don't worry," The Canary snorted. "I checked the layout as we came in." After the fortieth floor, the building underwent a series of narrowing sections, allowing lower floors to house lavish conference and meeting rooms with glass skylights. It was through one of these that the armour now fell, rolling to his feet and away with the impact in a single move that few people could do from two metres, let alone two floors.

Relief flooded Mia before she regained her focus. "We have to go after him." Renewing her grip on her bow, she turned to leave.

"Hey!" Dinah snapped a stave in Mia's way. "Working in a team means not keeping information to yourself. What aren't you telling us?" The new Green Arrow had been more cutthroat in 2019 which was (to her) only a few hours ago. She wouldn't have enough compassion to already be mourning a Deathstroke.

"We're wasting time." Mia turned to move in the other direction but Laurel stepped in, still clutching her arm in a bloodied hand. "Move!" She commanded.

"No!" Laurel snapped back. "Not until you tell us how you knew he'd be here."

Mia Queen looked between the pair. Even without superpowers, she was outnumbered. "This place, this building? It's the last place I saw Deathstroke before the Crisis. Floor 52, on a walkway near the veranda."

"But, you said in 2019," Dinah began.

"Yeah," Mia growled. "JJ was Deathstroke. This is where he killed Zoe." Her vision flickered between the ruined headquarters from the previous reality and the messy interior of this one. The Deathstroke gang had made this their base of operations on the attacks against Star City. Of course, that had been another life, one that only she should have remembered. "Could that ring have restored his memories as well?"

"I don't think so," Laurel was careful to avoid saying 'no' directly. "It's Martian tech, sure, but it needs physical contact to work. I was careful at the party to only use it on you and put it away right after."

"Assuming that JJ's memories came back," Dinah doubted it but they had no better theory at the moment. "Maybe he thinks… it's only just happened." She still refused to imagine Diggle's son killing Rene's daughter.

"Right," Laurel agreed. "Without time to process everything, he might think you guys are all still here." Green Arrow, Canaries, Galaxy One - all pieces of the shattered puzzle in his memories.

"In that case, we need a plan," And Mia was uniquely suited to make one. "Let's patch that shoulder up and take him down."

"This?" Laurel smiled bravely. "Tis but a scratch." She shuffled uneasily away from the small medical kit Dinah was pulling out. "Really!"