A few hours later (after the previous chapter)...
Minutes later, Oliver, Roy, Diggle, myself and Felicity entered the hideout, Felicity already talking about how she'd done some digging on where Thea might have possibly gone. Sara was standing over at the workbench, doing something with tubes and vials.
'Since the last place Thea was seen was Verdant, I used credit card receipts, compiled a list of customers last night, pinged all their cell phones and hacked into their photos. The NSA is right; it's a lot easier when you don't need a warrant. I eyeballed every photo.'
'There must have been thousands,' Diggle commented.
'It's Thea,' Felicity replied. 'I found this.' She pulled up a grainy photo, then enlarged the license plate. 'Partial plate three blocks from the club. Car's registered to a Slade Wilson, and it has GPS.'
'Where is it right now?' I asked.
'Parked outside a defunct bar on Roosevelt,' Felicity replied.
'Okay, this doesn't seem easy to you?' Diggle asked us, making us all move our attention to him. 'Slade using a car registered in his name? The whole thing smells rotten.'
'Either Thea's there or he is,' Oliver snapped. 'Either way, we have to go.'
'Yeah, I figured you'd say that,' Sara said, 'which is why I worked up these.' Sara flashed us clear syringes full of some liquid. 'Tibetan pit viper venom. The League of Assassins' poison of choice. And the most powerful sedative that I've ever worked with.'
'That'll give us an advantage,' Oliver said. 'But you are going to give us another,' he added, gesturing to Roy.
'Are you sure you want me to go?' he asked with uncertainty.
'Are you angry?' I asked. He nodded. 'Use that rage.'
'Well, you and Oliver are just always telling me to hold back.'
'Not tonight,' I replied, going to my glass case and undoing the suit, pulling out several daggers to store in different layers of the suit.
Hours later (in an abandoned building somewhere in Starling City)...
Oliver and I walked down some steps to get to a room, where Slade Wilson sat in the middle of the room in a chair, looking as smug as ever. Roy and Sara circled him.
'Where is she, Slade?' Oliver asked. There was silence.
'The man asked you a question,' Roy said. Still silence. Roy lunged forward and punched Slade across the face, which landed hardly even a scratch. The older man spat.
'What are you going to do, kid?' Slade asked Oliver, putting his hands on his hips. 'Kill me? But then who would tell you... where your beloved Thea is?' There was still silence.
'Call Detective Lance,' Oliver told Roy. 'Tell him to come down here.'
'What? Why?'
'To arrest Slade Wilson.' Without warning, Oliver pulled out an arrow and shot Slade in the chest, letting a vial full of Tibetan pit viper venom sink deep into his body and subdue him - for the moment.
At the police station...
I'd needed a bathroom as soon as we got out of our suits and in normal clothes, heading down to the police station. After Oliver's conversation with Slade, who had been arrested by the SCPD, which had gotten cut short by them releasing him on apparently false charges stated by the vigilante, and after the location of Thea was not revealed, I was already feeling incredibly sick. Finding the bathroom with Oliver's help, I peeled off my heels and threw them aside, and finding the toilet and pulling up the lid, I let out all of my pent-up agony and anxiety over Thea being kidnapped yet again and vomited loudly. Oliver came over to me to hold my hair back, rubbing my back with her other hand as I part-sobbed, part-hyperventilated and part-vomited. Hot, thick tears spilled down my face as a million horrific scenarios, all enacted by the video that the whole room of spectators at the debate centre, including Sebastian Blood and my mother Moira, ran through my head.
Raped.
Injured.
Beaten beyond recognition.
Dead.
All Oliver could offer me was quiet consolation. I stopped vomiting long enough to sob loudly and lean into Oliver's chest as he stroked my sweaty hair.
At an abandoned building somewhere in Starling City...
Slade Wilson walked through the doors after his crafty escape against the Arrow's team, alerting the two guards and Thea, who sat quietly in a chair.
'Leave us,' he said. The two guards left, leaving Slade to pull up a chair and sit in front of her. 'I'm sorry I was gone for so long,' he added to the teenager with a slight fake sincerity.
'Screw you.'
'I saw Oliver, Evelyn and your mother. They're all quite worried about you.'
'If you hurt them, I swear I -'
'Please. Go on. Finish that sentence. I'm curious to see what kind of threat a 19-year-old girl can make.'
'What do you want with me?'
'Well that, Thea, is a very long story.'
'Looks like I've got time.'
'Not at all. You're free to go.'
'What?' she asked in disbelief, leaning forward.
'I had to make a point. And I made it. The door is unlocked, so you can leave anytime you'd like.'
'But those guys who work for you will shoot me the second I walk out.'
'No, they won't. Their instructions were to keep you here until I returned. And I have. So...' Thea opened the door to an empty hallway. Slade stood. 'You're free to go. But if you do, you may never know about your brother's secret.' She turned, her interest piqued in slight horror.
'What?'
'Your brother has a secret, Thea. Would you like to know what it is?'
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