0.5: CALLING IT QUEEN'S
AFTERLIFE
INGRID MICHAELSON
"He's got a pool on his roof? I want a pool on our roof."
"Bridgette focus." Oliver growled through the coms they used to talk to each other.
Bridgette Queen currently sat on the roof of a building that neighbored the one Oliver was currently high jacking. He had insisted earlier that night that he could handle this one on his own and all she needed to do was be a lookout and be prepared to back him up if the need occurred.
"Right, sorry." She snapped out of her envious gaze towards the James Holders' pool in order to focus on the mission. "He's on the phone right now, I don't see any guards outside. You good inside?"
"Yeah, I got it." Oliver said in a muffled voice as he broke down the door to the roof.
Bridgette took a second to relax seeing as Oliver had it covered at the moment. She studied the layout of the penthouse, from what she could see it was a fairly nice one.
Speaking of which, she had been considering talking to her mother about buying an apartment of her own. The thought was always however disregarded in realizing a house with more people means more alibis (which she needed).
She was studying James Holder's lounge furniture when something distracted her. There was a red laser, one she recognized as the kind used by a sniper for targeting. Bridgette's eyes widened as her eyes trailed to where the laser was coming from.
"Oliver?" She called trying to alert him.
"Not right now"
"No, you need to listen. There's someone else here." She watched as the red dot lined up with the chest of the man Oliver had been threatening. "Oliver get down now."
At that point he had also caught sight of the laser and finally was listening to his sister's warning. He ducked behind a pillar, just in time to watch Holder's blood splatter as he fell back into the pool.
"Are you okay?" Bridgette asked in concern
"Yeah, but it's time to go."
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Bridgette sat on the chair next to Oliver doing everything possible not to gag, as she stitched up a bullet hole on his shoulder. Sure, she had spent 7 months on a hellish island, 1 year working for ARGUS, and the other three and a half training under orders of Ra's al Ghul. None of those things meant she had to enjoy sewing someone's flesh.
Oliver sat with a blank look on his face. "We shouldn't worry about this. A man like that is bound to make more than one enemy."
Bridgette nodded her head in agreement as her brother made a move to stand up. However instead of walking as normal he stumbled to the ground grabbing a hold of a near by table.
"Woah, are you sure your okay?
He shook his head furrowing his eyebrows. "Poison. Bridgette get me the black bag over there."
She followed his orders rushing towards the box he gestured to and grabbing the bag described. Bridgette threw the idem to him.
Oliver scrambled to swallow a handful of herbs she could only assume was a cure for the poison.
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