Jillian "Jill" Wright has been through hell, and when she's stranded on an island, that hell only gets worse. She loses her sister, Amy, and she's all alone until she finds Oliver Queen, Slade Wilson, and Shado.
She can't go home, and she...
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Oliver and I were waiting for an injured John to wake up after giving him the cure, suited up. Oliver didn't have the hood up or the grease paint over his face. I didn't have my mask on.
"You brought him with why?" I asked.
"I didn't," Oliver answered. "He followed me."
"Huh," I said.
"What?" Oliver asked.
I shook my head. "Nothing. It's just... maybe you're losing your edge." Oliver looked at me, tilting his head. I smirked, looking away. John was lucid enough to be awake, starting to sit up. "Hey."
John sat up weakly. "Oliver? Jill?" Oliver nodded. John started to stand. "You're those vigilantes."
John tried to punch Oliver.
Oliver ducked.
John nearly fell, holding onto a desk for support.
Oliver and I turned to face him.
"Easy, Dig," Oliver told him. "You were poisoned."
I put John on the table. "We could have taken you anywhere. Could have taken you home. We brought you here."
"You really did lose your minds on that island," John told us.
"Found a couple of things along the way," Oliver told him.
"Like what, weapons and defense classes?" John asked.
"Clarity," Oliver answered. "Starling City is dying. It is being poisoned by a criminal elite who don't care who they hurt, as long as they maintain their wealth and power."
"What are you gonna do, take them all down by yourselves?" John asked.
"No," I answered. "Now, we want you to join us. Special forces out of Kandahar. It's perfect. You're a fellow soldier."
John scoffed. "You're not soldiers. You're criminals. And murderers."
John struggled to stand and walk out.
⚔
The next morning in the Queen mansion, I walked into the living room to see Moira sitting on the couch and a man in a suit standing nearby.
"How did you sleep?" Moira asked.
"Just fine," I answered. "Thank you. Where's Oliver and Thea?"
"They went out," Moira answered. "We have a visitor. Mr. Diggle's replacement."
I pressed my lips together, looking down. "Replacement?"
"Yes," Moira answered. "He tendered his resignation this morning."
