Arrow: Motivating Generations

The Blood On Our Hands (Season 7, Episode 20)

"How could I have killed those station workers? They were innocent people trying to protect their city and I murdered them in cold blood," thought Roy as he sat on the Arrowcave's stone staircase, his bruised hands resting on top of his knees.

He didn't have to open his eyes to know what the rest of the team was talking about.

But Roy honestly didn't see the discussion as an argument, they should have just turned him into the SCPD when they were being interrogated. At least, then he couldn't hurt anyone else.

They should stop treating me like a friend because I'm no hero.

It had been only hours prior that Team Arrow had set out to deactivate Emiko's biochemical weapon, venturing into the usually deserted subway tunnel system located directly underneath Star City. Oliver had instructed the team to split up into three groups. Two went after the bioweapon's possible location while the remaining one took control of the switch room.

Spartan and Wildog headed towards the ventilation shaft, searching every crevice for the deadly component until they ran into Emiko. She was suited in green emerald leather (just as her brother always wore). She didn't say a word, rather fired two warning arrows near Wildog's head. He instinctively jumped to the side as he watched the arrows hit into the wall behind him.

"She's mine, secure the device," stated Wildog, nodding to his teammate before running after Emiko.

Spartan stood there for a few seconds, contemplating whether or not Wildog needed back-up or if he should continue with the original plan. From his extensive field experience though, even when only he and Oliver were running the ops, his help was always needed before the mission was completed, despite what Oliver liked to claim both then and now. He ran off after Wildog, a pistol gripped in his right hand.

He better not get us killed...

Overwatch and Arsenal hurried into the switch room, the latter making sure to lock the door tightly behind them. Arsenal heavily doubted it would do much against their highly trained enemies, but he remained silent regardless.

If it makes her feel safer then, there's no need to mention it.

"Wow, this thing is a fossil, and not in the fun Ice Age way," commented Overwatch as she immediately plugged her tablet into one of the computers.

"Can you shut it down?" asked Arsenal, hurriedly.

"Once I shut down the ventilation, we should be able to minimize the damage," responded Overwatch, smiling hopefully.

Arsenal watched her nimble fingers type various buttons on her tablet, her movements seemingly getting faster with each click.

I might've been gone for a while, but some things never change.

Clang! Was the sound that flooded Arsenal's ears as his attention was suddenly directed at the closed door. It was the distinct sound an arrowhead makes when it hits metal. He remembered it clearly from his time tracking the Arrow years prior considering Oliver shot at him a multitude of times. Overwatch and Arsenal exchanged worried looks for their team's safety.

"They could probably use your help," reasoned Overwatch as she typed, trying to connect her device to the bioweapon.

She would've tried to activate a remote shutdown, but the detonation was "titchy," to say the least.

"No, I can't just leave you here without backup," protested Arsenal, incredulously.

He wasn't going to jeopardize her safety just to go help the others with a potential threat.