White Wolf (Laurel Lance)

Prison Break

May 25 2016

St Michael's

May 26 2016

Damien Darhk and his wife's arrest seemed to have a profound effect, it unraveled Hive's entire network a week later. ARGUS along with Interpol and the FBI arrested the Hive Heads across the globe including a number of corrupt SCPD officers and politicians that were on Darhk's payroll, including a Star City Council member Emily Pollard for the murder of Marc Guggenheim. All thanks to Ruvè Adams who upon her arrest almost immediately turned to State witness and corroborated with Quentin's dying declaration.

But that did little to please Laurel as she was standing in front of her father's tombstone wearing sunglasses and make up to cover the bruises she gained from her brutal fight with Damien Darhk at Star City Plaza. It was a quiet afternoon in Star City.

"Wanna say few words, Lyla?" Laurel inquired Lyla as the ARGUS director came by Quentin's grave following the arrests of Hive members all over the globe. "I don't have any at the moment."

"God rest his soul. That should be enough." Lyla said simply.

"You know for his last birthday, I bought him a yellow cake with chocolate frosting. He used to make it when I celebrated my birthdays." Laurel recalled fondly then sighed grievously. "I wanted Darhk dead."

"Was it worth it?" Lyla questioned Laurel decision of sparing her Father's murderer. She wasn't judging, just curious. "Sparing Darhk's life?"

"I've been thinking about that for the past week alone." Laurel replied. "I saw what taking a life does to people. Oliver. Sara, Bucky and my Dad. I saw the dull look in their eyes showing how much it takes a toll on them. So... yes it was worth it and not with it the end. But at least I kept my morality in check."

Lyla nodded. "Come on. It's time." She urged Laurel to follow her into the church as the service was about to take place.

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"Wow. Seems like half of Star City is here to say goodbye to my father Captain Quentin Lance, which is bit of a surprise." Laurel noted, standing in front of the peers that were in attendance for a memorial service held in honor of Captain Lance and his service to Star City. Oliver, Lyla and Thea were among the attendance sitting at the front row.

"Feels like yesterday when I was 8 years old, I walked up to Dad and told him that I wanted to become a police officer like himself." Laurel recalled one of her childhood memories with a fond smile. "I remember his reaction quiet well. 'Over my dead body will I ever let my little girl join the force.'" She imitated her father's gruff voice to perfection.

Everyone chuckled at that.

"Quentin Larry Lance was a lot of things: He was a husband, father and most importantly he was an officer of the Law. He used to preach to me that you don't have to go outside the law to find justice but there have been moments where he was forced to bend the rules for the good of this city."

Laurel continued. "Even in his last moments, he was more than willing to sacrifice his life to protect others. To protect his community whether you are from his neighborhood or not. That's really anyone could ask for."

Laurel took a moment to regain herself as she was at the end of her speech. "And that is his legacy: He was a protector and it is up to us now to live up to it."

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"That was a wonderful speech." DA Remz complimented Laurel as the guests took it to the dinning hall of St Michaels, while talking about fond memories of their encounters with the late Captain Lance over the years. It was a joyful mood. "Very heartfelt."