If I Die Young - Sara Lance

Chapter One - The Rooftop Guilt Trip

Wyatt Queen, sister to Oliver and Thea, and childhood best friend of Sara Lance. Other than that, all the world knows of her is that she was aboard the Queen's Gambit on that fateful night. That she, like her father, never returned to dry land. 

But what the world doesn't know, won't hurt it, right?

Just like her brother, just like her best friend, Wyatt made it off the Gambit that night. She made it back to dry land, she just didn't make it home.

Central City - 2016

Wyatt Queen liked to keep to herself. Even before the Gambit, she had never been one to be in the public eye. Which came in handy now that she was back in the states. A simple box or two of brown box dye and a pair of brown-coloured contacts made her practically invisible to any onlooker. Especially since her picture had been circulating ever so often since her brother resurfaced four years ago.

With her, now dark, curls tied tightly in a ponytail on the back of her head, and a pair of thick-framed glasses, Wyatt was truly hidden in plain sight.

She made her way down the busy streets of downtown Central City; dodging and weaving in and around the many other pedestrians that were clogging the streets. Her black peacoat fluttered in the breeze created by her movements, opening to reveal her neatly pressed dress pants and white button-up. Her shiny black dress shoes came to a skidding halt in from of a large glass building. She pushed her artificial glasses up the bridge of her nose as she took in the large building.

With a subtle click in her ear, Wyatt's glasses displayed a green overlay that only she could see. To any onlooker, Wyatt just looked as if she was admiring the architecture in front of her. Green and black building schematics slide into Wyatt's vision and with a blink, roaming red dots joined the blueprint. 

"Sixteen heat signatures on the fourteenth floor, four in the lobby," A robotic female voice spoke in Wyatt's ear.

"Anything else I should be worried about?" Wyatt softly muttered to the A.I.

"Other than the consequences of your actions?" The A.I. teased, "No, Miss Queen, everything is going according to plan."

"I can do without the sarcastic comments, Areo."

"Well, until you remove them from my programming, Miss Queen, there isn't exactly anything you can do to stop me, is there?"

Wyatt rolled her eyes, a scowl skewed her sharp features for less time than it takes to blink before it slipped away. "Let's go over the plan one more time, Areo."

"It's your plan, you should know it."

"Areo."

"Fine, party pooper. You go in, use the badge that you stole and reprogrammed with your own image, go to the fourteenth floor, take the tech, and escape unseen. Sound good?"

"You're a dick, you know? Definitely getting a reset next update, I swear," Wyatt threatened the A.I. as she walked through the ten-foot glass doors of the building. She handed her I.D. over to the security guard at the metal detectors, who ignorantly waved her through.

"You made me this way. It's not my fault you can't connect to anyone and have resorted to making friends with the voice in your head."

Wyatt swiftly moved to the elevator, luckily she was the only one to board. "You're not the voice in my head," she said through gritted teeth as the elevator doors closed.

"And yet, you're the only one who hears me."

"Areo," Wyatt growled.

"Fine, fine. You still need to make friends though."