Lilith Logan and Oliver Queen had violent delights.
❝ Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. We know what we are, but know not what we may be. A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wis...
The next day I was awoken by a commotion on my television.
"Twenty seven brothels, in one day! The police were able to apprehend about thirty two of the owners, they saved countless women, maybe about a hundred or more, and caught fifty rapist in mid intercourse. One being surprising hit recording artist Kyle Mascot, beloved pop singer, now hated among all. The police were able to find this by a recording given by an unknown citizen, the recording was given to Captain Lance, of the police department at home on his night stand. The confession of the brothel locations came from a known misfit in the Glades named Tony Matthews. He was charged with rape and murder three times each before the age of fifty. Police found him with his genitals chopped off, and both of his eyes stabbed. He survived surgery and lived to say nothing. He is now facing 293 counts of assistance and partaking in sex trafficking and many more counts. Police do not think that this is the work of the Arrow, a witness came forward and said that the doer was a women. There were no arrows at the scene, only the letter V that was on the recording, the daggers in the mans eyes, and craved 'V' into the floor.
So if you're out there V, Star City thanks you."
I flipped through the channels.
"She's a psycho, first the mighty arrow and now the Guy Fawks wanna be! Since when did Star City become this..this breeder nest for vigilantism. Not only is illegal, but it's dangerous--"
I shut the TV off, "it's dangerous if you're not smart."
"V...I like it."
I hopped out of bed and took in my appearance in the mirror. I slept peacefully and one could tell, I looked a mess, and waking up a mess, means the best sleep.
I parted my hair in the middle and put it in a bun behind me. After showering and my morning rituals I ravaged through my closet and found these cute ripped skinny jeans, and gray tank top. I topped it off with my black and white vans that my mom sent me in the mail a year ago.
They fit like a glove, my mother knew me well.
I put my dagger in my bag in a hidden compartment.
Now was time for the tricky part, my outfit for tonight. He said formal, did he mean gala formal or did he meant French restaurant formal.
To make sure I didn't make a fool of my self even further then I do with mysterious Oliver, I hacked into the Chinese Corps data files and found the CEO, Micheal Matthews plans for the evening.
Dinner Gala with Oliver Queen and other people alike.
Notes: email advisor. Jenny Pang.
I looked through his emails and saw something that made me want to send a virus through his system.
Oliver was planning to use the building for a free clinic chain he was trying to build throughout Star City. He in that specific ten block radius, didn't have any other choice but to try to buy out the Chinese corp because he didn't want to tear down the small businesses.
The Chinese corp must have found this out because they plan to con him for 15 million dollars for the building even though it was only worth 2 million tops.
"Not today mother fuckers."
I looked through the files with my tech and found fifteen cases of fraud and things of the sort that were plenty worst. I printed it out and put it in a folder.
Soon after I was done with that, I looked for a dress and settled for the one that Talia bought me for my twenty fourth birthday.
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