And once again, I horribly underestimate how many words the last part of an episode will be. From 3.8K last part to 6K here. How wonderful.

Team Arrow goes after the bomb, the Outsiders go after Vincent, and there is . . . quite the fallout. It's not pretty.

Enjoy the end of "All For Nothing!"

***

"Oh, boy," Mon-El whistled lowly as he and Imra landed with Dig, Kara and Oliver landing a few feet away. "This place is huge."

"Which is why we play this smart," Oliver said, looking up at the enormous warehouse as Dig and the two Legionnaires jogged over. "Supergirl, Valor, Saturn Girl, you search this place top to bottom. Strip it down, I don't care. Find that bomb."

"And all the men inside?" Kara asked.

"Leave them to us," an Australian voice answered.

Oliver turned, relief evident on his face as Slade approached, Malcolm and Laurel grappling in. "Thank you for coming," he said.

"Like we wouldn't," Malcolm adjusted his bow, looking up at the warehouse. "You need every person you can get to search this place, considering there's a bomb that can take out the entire city somewhere inside."

"What, did three others not feel the same way?" Laurel looked around, though she didn't look surprised.

"They're going after Vincent," Dig explained.

"One man over the entire city?" Slade asked incredulously.

Oliver just sighed. "We need to move and find this bomb, quickly."

***

One of the guards in Cayden's headquarters was thrown to the ground, and Dinah stormed past him, violently punching the next guard who tried to get in her way. She smashed her bo staff into the head of the next guard she saw, quickly running to cover as more guards with machine guns ran into view. Rene provided cover fire as Curtis joined Dinah, then joined both of them himself. "How much further?" Dinah asked.

"About one hundred yards or so, give or take," Curtis answered.

"That might as well be a mile away at this rate," Rene shook his head.

"Not if you draw their fire," Dinah argued.

Curtis nodded. "Follow the T-sphere," he told her, holding it up. "Go!"

He launched it into the air, and as Rene ran out to fire at the men heading towards them, Dinah raced after the sphere, Rene and Curtis following her when it was clear.

***

Vincent wearily raised his head, panting as his remaining wounds healed, perking up when he heard gunfire. The lone guard left in the room checked out the door, and Vincent gritted his teeth, finally breaking through his bonds. The guard tried to rush him, but Vincent picked up his chair and whacked the guard in the back of the head, sending the guard to the ground, unconscious. Vincent didn't stay long, choosing to rush out of the room.

***

"I'll take the top level," Kara told Mon-El and Imra as they entered the warehouse.

"I'll take middle," Mon-El nodded.

"Ground," Imra finished.

Kara flew for the stairwell, followed by Mon-El, and Imra took off in a sprint, propelling herself into the air by her Legion ring, knocking out a few guards while she was at it.

***

Slade ducked away from Imra flying past him, raising his arm to block the gunfire headed for his face. With a feral snarl, he whipped his sword free from its sheath on his back, twirling it and slashing the offending guard's legs out from under him. He went down with a yelp, and Slade charged into the next three shooting at him, the bullets bouncing harmlessly off his armor.

Dig took the corridor just opposite him, punching one guard in the back and shoving him against the wall. He swiftly dodged the bullets the guard fired at him, and he grabbed the guard in a chokehold, firing into his leg to keep him down.

From the opposite side of the ground floor, Oliver brought down the first two guards with ease, then rushed the men in the kitchen, alternating between firing arrows into them and shoving them into the metal tables inside.

***

Diaz turned away from the bomb being loaded into a truck when he heard the sounds of fighting, and with a small smirk, he looked at Anatoli. "Looks like your little buddy's finally found us."

"Took longer than expected," Anatoli sniffed. "Good for us. Bad for him."

Diaz nodded in agreement, withdrawing a tablet from his coat and opening it up as Anatoli took out a radio, Diaz bringing up a few schematics for the warehouse. It wasn't a dead zone for them, after all.

***

Imra landed in one room, taking one look around before whipping around and bringing her hands up. A forcefield shimmered to life in front of her, and the bullets fired at her ricocheted back and into the guards who fired them. They let out startled cries and collapsed, and Imra dropped the forcefield, raising a hand to her comms. "I haven't found it," she reported.

***

Dig fired shots into the last guard in his hallway, watching as he collapsed to the ground, taking a few empty cardboard boxes with him. "Not here, either," he agreed.

He heard footsteps behind him and turned, and for a second, his gun was aimed at the black and orange mask of Slade. The other vigilante silently shook his head, and Dig lowered his gun. "Wizard?" Slade asked. "Siren?"

***

"For God's sake!" Malcolm growled as he stabbed one of his arrows into the neck of one of the guards he was fighting. "Magician!"

Laurel kicked herself off the wall and punched out the next guard trying to fire at her, grabbing him by the arm and using him as a human shield, two other guards firing rounds into their own ally. When they were nicely distracted by that, she screamed at them, sending them flying back into the wall. "Will you let that go long enough to find this bomb?" she snapped.

A yelp came from behind her, and Laurel turned around to see Malcolm's sword sticking out of one guard's chest. Malcolm swiftly pulled it out, looking down at the guard as he fell. "That'll be the day," he muttered, wiping the guard's blood off on said guard's uniform. "You OK?"
"Yeah," Laurel nodded.

Malcolm nodded back, looking around. "No sign of the bomb here," he added. "Anyone else?"

***

"Nothing yet!"

Mon-El sighed when he heard Kara's report, and he finished looking into the next room he had to check. "Same," he said, then whipped his fist up, punching the guard approaching him from behind in the nose, making him stumble back before Mon-El turned and knocked him out completely.

***

Oliver finished going through his next room of guards, growling angrily. "Nothing," he spat in frustration.

"I'm almost finished," Kara tried to assure him.

"I'm rounding out this floor, too," Mon-El added.

Oliver took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "We are still running out of time," he seethed. Metallic scraping caught his attention, and he turned to look at the door behind him. Narrowing his eyes, he reached for his comms again. "I've got movement, east corridor."

"Copy," Slade answered.

"On our way," Dig added.

Oliver cautiously approached the door, then snap kicked it open, reaching up to draw an arrow as he entered the room. He froze, however, when he saw several people tied and attached to bombs, and a quick look towards the center of the room revealed the detonator beeping a countdown. "Hello, Kapuishon," Anatoli's voice came from the radio next to the bomb. "No need for me to explain choice here, yes?"

Oliver growled in frustration as Slade and Dig appeared in the doorway behind him, both tensing at the scene in front of them. "I thought you were an honorable man!"

"I am," Anatoli answered. "Why else I give you choice? Find bomb or save – "

Fed up, Oliver fired an arrow into the remote, disabling it and making sparks fly.

***

Anatoli jerked slightly away from the remote when feedback came over it, then he and Diaz exchanged uneasy looks. "Do it," Anatoli muttered, dropping the remote and heading for the driver's side.

Diaz nodded and headed to the passenger's side, looking at his tablet and tapping a few buttons.

***

"Go," Dig ordered. "I'll take care of them."

Oliver and Slade exchanged glances and nodded, heading for the door when suddenly the building shook. "What was that?" Slade looked up.

***

Kara flew into the last room on the top floor, pausing when she heard the radio conversation. Then she heard a loud snap above her, and she looked up to see what it was.

In the next second, she hurriedly raised her arms, just managing to catch the load of concrete blocks that were falling on her. She winced, taking a few deep breaths to get herself under control.

Then the intercoms she had seen in the room blared at a very high-pitched frequency, and Kara screamed in pain, crashing down to the ground, the concrete falling on her as she tried to cover her ears.

***

Mon-El paused where he ran into the last room on his floor, looking up when he heard the cry. "Supergirl?" he called, wincing when the high-pitched noise began. Then there was a snap above him, and Mon-El looked up, just narrowly managing to dodge the concrete that would have fallen on him. He was out the door a second later, just before the frequency rang out in his room. "Supergirl's down!" he reported into his comms. "I'm going to help her!"

***

"Damn it," Oliver ground out.

"That's it!" He and Slade turned around to see Malcolm and Laurel run into view, Laurel's lips curled in a snarl as she spoke. "I officially hate Cayden James."

"Yeah, that makes two of us," Oliver growled.

Imra flew into view, landing in a run. "I think I know where they have the bomb," she reported.

"We're right behind you," Oliver nodded.

Imra nodded back, taking off again, Oliver leading the three others into a dead run after her.

***

Dinah used her bo staff to flip one guard end over end, then somersaulted towards the next two firing at her. She kicked one's feet out from underneath him, then used her bo staff to disarm the other. She punched him out, panting hard, then straightened when she heard a pained grunt behind her. She quickly turned, and her eyes widened when she saw who had just knocked the guard out. "Vince?" she gasped, rushing forward and hugging him tightly. "Oh, thank God!" She pulled back, grinning up at him. "Smart work activating your comms."

Vincent's relieved smile froze on his face. "I didn't."

Dinah stared at him in horror, then their attention was drawn to a beeping from the wall nearby. The beeping accelerated, and the bomb embedded in the wall detonated, throwing both metahumans to the ground.

***

"There!" Imra pointed to the doors leading to the roof.

"They're moving it," Malcolm realized.

Imra nodded miserably in response. "Move!" Oliver barked, all five making a mad dash to get outside.

As soon as she was outside, Imra propelled herself into the air, searching for the bomb. Oliver and Malcolm fired the first shots into the two guards they saw, Slade double tapping the next guard in the chest. As the next guards rushed them, Malcolm exchanged a look with Laurel, then smirked and ducked. Laurel grinned, then planted a hand on his shoulder and vaulted over him, lashing out and kicking one guard across the face, knocking him into the guard on his other side. "Nice," Malcolm grinned.

"Thanks," Laurel grinned, then it froze when she saw what was at the end of the building. "Oh, no."

"What?" Malcolm hurried to join her as Oliver and Slade took care of the remaining guards. He blanched when he saw the four similar white vans parked down on the tarmac, unable to tell them apart. "Oh, no."

The trucks drove off, and he and Laurel exchanged glances. "Please tell me you can," Laurel began as they ran off.

"What kind of vigilante do you think I am if I can't drive a bike?" Malcolm retorted. "You drive, I shoot!"

"Fine!"

Malcom nodded, letting Laurel run further along to get the bike started, raising his hand to his comms. "Saturn Girl, stop those trucks!"

***

Imra hovered in the sky, watching the trucks barrel single file towards a chainlink fence, only wide enough for one truck to leave at a time. Narrowing her eyes, she dropped down in front of the truck in the lead, extending her hand towards it.

The truck skidded to a stop, making Imra smirk, which quickly fell from her face when she saw the other trucks keep driving, veering around the first truck to try and barge through the fence. Imra quickly threw her other hand out, stopping the next truck, then concentrated on her powers again to stop the other two trucks. She grimaced with the effort, then zeroed in when the passenger's side of one of the trucks opened, revealing a man with a dragon tattoo on his neck, who drew a gun and started firing at her. Imra raised her hand to block the shots, now having to concentrate on five targets.

She completely missed the black SUVs driving behind her until one slammed into her back, sending her sprawling, her concentration gone.

She held on long enough, though, as the bike Slade had used to get to the warehouse plowed through one of the buildings, Laurel shaking debris out of her hair and going at full speed. Behind her, Malcolm nocked two arrows at once, aiming just past the trucks. Laurel had to squeal to a sudden stop, though, as the SUVs drove forward and took down the fence, allowing the trucks to drive on, past a groaning Imra as she tried to sit up. Malcolm jumped from the bike, changing targets and firing both arrows into the first SUV, the explosives in the arrowheads detonating the second they hit the car. Laurel swerved the bike and rolled off it, sending the bike forward and into the other SUV. It stopped the car dead, and Laurel jumped on the bike and onto the roof of the SUV, screaming down onto the roof, caving it in and hitting the gunmen inside.

Malcolm hurried past the SUVs to help Imra, who was holding her head in her hand, whimpers of pain coming from her. "Are you OK?" he asked, bending down.

Imra swallowed, taking his hand and letting him help her up, though she swayed when she was on her feet. "I will be," she answered.

Laurel ran down the SUV, panting as she looked to see the four trucks had split up, and she gritted her teeth. "Shit."

***

Mon-El heard it all through his comms, though he had other things to concentrate on. Mainly, it was lifting all the concrete off of the Kryptonian he was sure was buried underneath, all while trying to not let the frequency still blasting from the intercoms stop him.

He was moving the second to last piece when he heard footsteps race in behind him. He grimaced and turned to see who it was, then saw a green arrow fly past and into one of the intercoms, multiple gunshots taking out the other. He sagged in relief when the frequency stopped, pushing the concrete block away. "Oh, my God," Dig stared in horror as he and Oliver hurried over.

"Hang on," Mon-El got a grip on the last block. "Just this one . . . and . . . "

He shoved it away, and Oliver hurried to check on his fiancée, Dig keeping his gun at the ready. "Kara?" Oliver asked worriedly, brushing the concretre rubble off of her.

She whimpered in response, slowly uncurling herself from the ball she rolled into, her hands still over her ears. "Hurts," she slurred, eyes fluttering.

Oliver exhaled slowly, carefully pulling her into his arms and hugging her to him, Mon-El standing up and raising his hand to his comms. "We got Supergirl," he reported, watching her eyes close as she slipped unconscious.

"We have Saturn Girl," Malcom responded.

"But no bomb," Laurel finished.

***

When Dinah came to, she immediately started gasping for breath. She tried to sit up, then gasped further, finding herself pinned to the ground by a concrete slab lying over her torso. A few feet away, Vincent managed to get to his knees, groaning through the pain he received from the blast. "Hang on," he managed to say, starting to crawl towards her.

"Vince," Dinah grimaced, trying to push the concrete off her.

"I'll get you free," he promised.

"Oh, I highly doubt that."

Vincent froze for a single second, then turned to see Cayden staring coldly at him, Talia on his left, Evelyn on his right. Vincent stumbled to his feet, but Talia nodded, and Evelyn screamed at him, the collar around her neck lighting up. The mock Canary Cry catapulted Vincent backwards, and he shouted in pain when he was pinned to a stake in the wall, going right through his chest.

Dinah gasped in horror, trying harder to get the concrete off her. Cayden took one look at her, then scoffed and walked towards Vincent, eyeing the stake. "Your ability to withstand extreme punishment is impressive." Vincent grimaced, trying to loosen the stake, but it did nothing. He chose instead to glare at Cayden, who didn't cower at all. "But we all have our limits," he drawled, looking behind him. "Let's find Mr. Sobel's."

Talia turned as well, raising an eyebrow expectantly. Evelyn finally tore her gaze away from Vincent to see them looking at her, and she balked, eyes wide. "Me?" she mouthed, face draining of color.

"Why not?" Talia asked simply.

"Don't make me doubt your loyalty, too, Ms. Sharp," Cayden threatened.

Evelyn stared from him to her mentor, who looked back at her with a steely gaze. Realizing she wasn't going to get help from her, Evelyn swallowed hard, looking hesitantly back at Vincent. Finally, she swallowed again, slowly making her way towards him, her heart starting to beat faster. "No," Dinah whimpered, watching her go. "No, please, please, please! Don't!"

Evelyn looked over at her, seeing her try to push harder than ever to get the concrete off her, then bit her lip, stopping just to the side of Vincent. She took a few deep breaths, finding them uneven. This . . . this was someone she had been working with, and she was expected to kill him? "Evie . . . " She paled as Vincent looked up at her, eyes full of pain. "Evie, please . . . "

Evelyn's mouth tried to form words, but she couldn't speak. Talia treated her as a student, Cayden expected her to be compliant with everything he said, and Anatoli and Diaz looked down on her because of her age. Of all of them, Vincent had been the one who tried to make her feel comfortable. She took a deep breath, starting to take a step back. She couldn't do this, not to someone who treated her like a friend. No, no, she couldn't, she wouldn't –

The collar around her neck suddenly buzzed, and Evelyn spasmed as electricity laced down her back. Before she could stop herself, she was screaming at the top of her lungs, the shocks going through her body not letting up. She heard Vincent grunt weakly and feebly reached up to try and grab her collar, but the shocks increased, and Evelyn found herself somehow screaming even louder.

And suddenly it stopped, and Evelyn dropped gracelessly to the ground, her body trembling as she reached up to her neck, fingers twitching as she touched the collar . . . when did Cayden make her Canary Cry a shock collar?

The rest of the world started to come back to her as she saw Cayden's boots stop in front of her, Dinah's pained whimpers increasing. Then Cayden walked up, and Evelyn flinched when she felt Talia put her hand on her shoulder. "Well done," she said softly.

Evelyn swallowed hard, then forced herself to look up at what she had done. Once she looked, she couldn't look away, even as she felt her stomach churn in disgust and horror. Vincent's body was lifeless, his head drooping, and his face was as grey as the concrete he was pinned to. Evelyn didn't know how long she stared at him for, only aware that her heart was thumping loud enough that someone else had to hear it, the only thing going through her mind the saying my fault, my fault, my fault.

Talia had to pull her away and lead her off because she couldn't make her feet move.

***

Curtis and Rene ran around the corner when they heard the screaming, and Curtis faltered in his steps, staring in horror at the corpse pinned to the wall. "Oh . . . my God."

Rene's head whipped around when he heard more whimpers, and he started when he saw Dinah thrashing against the concrete she was under. "Hey!" he hurried over.

Curtis joined him, the two men lifting the concrete just enough for Dinah to scramble out from under it. The second she was on her feet, Dinah raced over to Vincent. "Baby," she whispered, hands trembling as she reached for him. "Baby? Baby, wake up. Oh, babe, please . . . baby, please wake up." But nothing she did as she gently shook him made him move. "Wake up!"

A hesitant hand touched her shoulder, then Rene whispered, "He's gone, D."

Dinah closed her eyes, dissolving into tears. "No," she sobbed, leaning her head against Vincent's, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Oh, my God, no, baby, not again!"

***

Back at their headquarters, Curtis and Rene respectively hung back by their computers as Dinah sat at the conference table, staring blankly into space. "She hasn't moved or said a word in over an hour," Curtis finally said quietly.

"After my wife was murdered, it took me days," Rene defended her.

Curtis conceded with a nod. "What do we do?"

"Nothing," Dinah finally said quietly, making them look over. "I'm fine."

"You're definitely not fine," Rene shook his head, he and Curtis walking closer.

"How can we help you, Dinah?" Curtis asked.

"You already have by having my back," she answered, then tilted her head towards them, though she didn't face them. "Did they get the bomb?" Curtis and Rene exchanged uneasy looks, and Dinah finally turned to look at them. "Tell me."

Curtis sighed. "Felicity called," he said, shaking his head. "There was nothing they could do."

Dinah's breath hitched, her eyes filling with tears. "Vince died . . . for nothing?"

Rene swallowed and looked away, and Dinah slumped back in her chair, stunned.

***

When the elevator doors opened, Felicity and Querl immediately hurried over, both with a first-aid kit in their hands. Mon-El and Malcolm were the first out, supporting Imra between them; Oliver was directly behind them with Dig, Kara cradled in his arms bridal style. "I'm sorry," Felicity stammered, moving to help Oliver as Querl took Malcolm's place in helping Imra.

"How many tricks does the devil have to play?" Laurel ground out, pinching the bridge of her nose as she stormed up into the tech area, Oliver carefully laying Kara down on one of the metal tables, checking her ears for any bleeding. "Every time we bring more numbers, he has a way to take out our best! Every time!"

"Hey!" Malcolm grabbed her arm, and Laurel whirled around, teeth bared in a snarl, but she froze when she heard a faint whimper from Kara. "You're not going to help her," Malcolm finished quietly.

Laurel seethed, then took a deep breath and nodded. Malcolm nodded back, squeezing her arm sympathetically. Slade sighed, watching Querl look Imra over, and Dig looked at Felicity, who was anxiously wringing her hands as Oliver checked Kara. "What about the other team?" he asked.

Felicity swallowed. "I wish it was better news."

That got every conscious person's attention. "Vince?" Dig swallowed.

"He didn't make it," Felicity shook her head miserably.

Laurel closed her eyes in disbelief, shaking her head and freeing herself from Malcolm's grasp, pacing the tech area, running a hand through her hair. "Damn," she muttered.

"How is Dinah?" Oliver finally asked.

"As good as she can be," Felicity shrugged helplessly.

Oliver sighed, and Slade looked over at him. "Don't blame yourself, kid," he shook his head. "It was a choice between the entire city or one man. You chose the city. That was the right call."

Oliver nodded silently, and Querl cleared his throat, stepping away from Imra. "I understand your thoughts may be that this was all for nothing," he said, looking around the room. "However, while you were finding the bomb – "

"Trying to find it," Malcolm muttered.

Querl ignored him, heading for his computer. "I found something else. I have been working the data haul from Cayden James' servers."

"What'd you find?" Oliver asked, reluctantly stepping away from Kara to follow him.

"The supposed evidence that he received in Corto Maltese," Querl answered, pressing a few buttons and gesturing to the large screen. "The video of his son's murder." The rest of the team joined them to look, and Imra winced when she saw "Oliver" fire an arrow into a young man sitting at a table. "Facial recognition confirms," Querl looked at Oliver. "It is Owen Post, listed as Cayden James' son."

"Guess we know why he hates you so much," Malcolm quipped.

"Not the time, wizard," Slade gave him a look.

Before Malcolm could retort, Laurel reached up and put a hand over his mouth, making Malcolm blink and look at her in surprise. "This is fabricated," Oliver scowled, ignoring them as the assassin reached up and pulled Laurel's hand away. "It didn't happen."

"This could not have been you," Felicity agreed. "You were in Hub City."

"Yeah, but Owen Post was still murdered supposedly by the Green Arrow," Dig pointed out.

"If it was the Green Arrow, wouldn't SCPD be all over this?" Mon-El asked.

"Or the FBI?" Imra added. "They're investigating Oliver."

"The records in the case were wiped clean," Querl shook his head.

"Right," Oliver rolled his eyes. "So Cayden wanted me all to himself and didn't want anyone to get in the way."

A pained noise came from behind them, and Oliver whipped around to see Kara's head loll to the side, then she weakly raised her hand pinched the bridge of her nose, face twisted in a grimace. "Almas?" Malcolm asked as Oliver hurried over, Slade behind him.

"I'm OK," she mumbled, about to sit up when she cringed and covered her eyes. "Oh, Rao, no, I'm not."

"Easy, little one," Slade slowed as Oliver reached Kara, putting an arm around her back to help her.

"You were buried pretty deep," Mon-El nodded.

"I can feel that," Kara winced, putting her arm around Oliver's shoulders as he carefully helped her sit. She took a few deep breaths, then looked up. "I can guess how we did," she said, seeing their faces. "The others?"

Dig cringed, and Imra silently shook her head. "Vincent is dead," Mon-El broke the news.

Kara closed her eyes, bowing her head. "And I couldn't hear," she whispered. "Poor Dinah."

"It's not your fault, Kara," Oliver whispered.

Kara swallowed, nodding a bit. Oliver kissed her forehead, and she took a deep breath, looking up. "Any other news?"

"Other than footage showing 'Oliver' killing Cayden's son?" Laurel griped. "No."

"Oh," Querl blinked, looking at them. "Did I bury the lede again?"

Oliver looked over at him, confused. "What?"

"I did, apparently," Querl frowned adorably, turning back to his computer. "I must stop doing that."

Felicity patted his shoulder sympathetically. "We're working on proving this is fake, but there is something super interesting about this," she told them. "The digital alteration of this is consistent with that of the bogus surveillance photo of you in the Green Arrow suit."

"We thought Cayden James leaked that image," Dig frowned.

Felicity was shaking her head halfway through his sentence. "Whoever doctored this leaked that photo."

"To make you think you killed his son," Dig looked at Oliver.

"So whoever planned this knew exactly how Cayden would react," Laurel frowned.

"Which means that person is close to Cayden," Malcolm continued, eyes lighting up in realization.

"If that's true, Vince wasn't the only traitor that Cayden has to worry about," Oliver realized.

Laurel huffed in annoyance. "Wonderful." She was about to leave when she saw Querl fidget a bit, and she frowned at him. "Something wrong?"

"Er . . . " Querl exchanged nervous looks with Felicity, then cleared his throat and stood. "There is something you need to know."

Laurel frowned. "OK . . . what?" Querl hurried away from the others, and Laurel followed close behind. "It can't be that worse, can it?"

Querl fidgeted even more. "I believe it is," he told her.

"Spit it out," Laurel scowled.

Querl took a deep breath. "Dinah was the only member of the other team to kill Vincent."

Laurel tilted her head expectantly. "And?" she prompted.

"Laurel," Querl swallowed. "It was Evelyn Sharp." Laurel stared blankly at him for a few seconds, and Querl blinked, waving a hand in front of her face. "Laurel?"

She abruptly turned on her heel and strode towards the exit, as fast as she could without running. "Laurel?" Slade frowned.

"Siren?" Malcolm called after her. She didn't turn around, only slammed the door behind her. Felicity jumped at the sound, and Malcolm looked at Querl, narrowing his eyes. "What did you tell her?"

***

Laurel slammed the door shut behind her, then leaned back against it, closing her eyes and sinking her teeth into her lip to avoid screaming like she wanted to. Chances were if she did, her sonic scream would kick in because of how all over the place her emotions were. That would not be good for any of them.

She faintly picked up the sound of footsteps from behind the door, and already guessing who had come after her, she pushed herself away from the door, trying to rein herself in as she paced restlessly. That failed miserably when the door opened and Malcolm's voice asked, "Laurel?"

"Leave me alone," Laurel snapped, flinching at the harsh tone in her voice.

Malcolm stopped short, then chose to lean against the wall. "Do you really want me to do that?" he asked quietly.

Laurel kept pacing, one hand over her mouth, the other on her hip. She finally stopped and closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths. She finally swallowed hard and shook her head. "No," she croaked.

In two strides, Malcolm was in front of her, and Laurel rushed the rest of the way, Malcolm wrapping his arms around her. Laurel took one last breath before she choked on a sob, and she buried her head in Malcolm's shoulder, clinging to him tightly. "I'm sorry, Siren," he whispered, stroking her hair in what he hoped was a comforting motion.

"What did I do to get this wrong?" Laurel sniffed, her body shaking. "How did I get it wrong?"

"Take a deep breath, Siren," Malcolm told her. "Just take a deep breath, OK?" He felt her nod, then heard her try and even her breathing out. "There you go." When he heard her calm down, he pulled back a bit, tilting her chin up. "We don't know," he told her. "Maybe you got this wrong. Maybe you didn't. All we know is what Dinah, the only person who's told us anything, said happened. And considering how much she cared about Vincent, she may be very biased about what happened." Laurel chewed her lip, thinking his words over. "We don't know Evelyn's side of what happened," he continued. "And until we know, I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt." He gave her a small smirk. "This coming from the man with over five hundred deaths on his rep sheet."

Laurel choked on a startled laugh. "Don't use that to try and make me feel better."

"Did it work?" Malcom raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on his face.

Laurel gave him a tired look. "Yes," she finally muttered, sniffing and reaching up to wipe her eyes.

"But I mean it," Malcolm told her, face turning serious. "We weren't there. We don't know what happens. Dinah does, and Evelyn does. Keep being optimistic about her until we know her side of what happened."

Laurel took a deep breath, then swallowed and nodded. "OK," she whispered. "And thank you."

"Of course," Malcolm nodded, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. "I've got your six, always."

***

Dinah collapsed on her couch that night, her eyes bloodshot from crying as she fiddled with the matchbox and rose Vincent had left the night she had been protecting Pollard. She sniffed, feeling more tears in her eyes, then froze when she heard knocking on her door. Her entire body tensed like a bowstring, and she put the matchbox and rose down, reaching for the gun on the table next to her. She cocked it and walked over to her door, pushing back the curtain and aiming.

When she saw who was outside, she sighed angrily, but pushed her door open anyway. "You shouldn't be here," she told Oliver.

Oliver took a deep breath, looking Dinah over, from her messy hair to her smudged makeup. "Dinah, please give me a chance to explain."

"You lost that right when you decided to leave Vince on his own to die," Dinah accused, glaring at him.

"I'm truly sorry about what happened to Vince, because I know what he meant to you," Oliver told her. "But this was his call, and he knew what he signed up for."

Dinah stared at him, then scoffed in disbelief. "Wow," she muttered, turning around and walking back into her apartment. "You are really bad at apologies."

"I'm not here to apologize," Oliver shook his head, walking in and closing the door behind him.

Dinah scowled, putting her gun down and turning to look at him. "Of course you're not."

"I'm here to explain that this wasn't all for nothing," Oliver went on. "Felicity and Brainy have been going through the data that Vince pulled out, and for the first time . . . Dinah, for the first time, we have some viable options."

"Viable options?" Dinah repeated softly, eyes narrowing. "You know, I used to tell Vince his way of seeking justice wasn't viable. I convinced him to change just how you convinced me. But you know what, Oliver?" she asked, walking forward. "Vince was right. The only way to bring justice to this city is with a bullet."

"No," Oliver shook his head. "Dinah, I need you to listen to me – "

"I'm going to make sure Vince didn't die for nothing," Dinah hissed darkly, eyes flashing with the promise of murder, and Oliver swallowed, the horrible feeling of dread growing as he guessed where this was going. "I'm going to kill every last one of them . . . starting with Evelyn."

***

Cayden's men were clearing every piece of equipment that Vincent used from headquarters, supervised by a stone-faced Cayden. "Good riddance," Diaz muttered, Talia simply observing with Anatoli.

Evelyn could only watch for so long before she swallowed hard and turned around, taking another long gulp from her water bottle as she rushed to where she was staying in headquarters. She closed her door behind her, and she finally let out the whimper she had been holding in since she had seen Vincent's corpse. She slid down the door, managing to put her water bottle down upright before she covered her mouth with both hands, stifling her sobs. This entire time, she had just been Talia's student, an enforcer for Cayden who mainly used the Canary Cry he made for her for intimidation purposes only.

And at eighteen years old, she had just been forced to kill someone she considered a friend and had discovered her Canary Cry also seemed to double as a shock collar.

Evelyn finally got to her feet, moving enough to get to her bed, and she dropped down on it, reaching for what she had managed to grab before Cayden's men had gone through everything. She picked up one of Vincent's visors, and swallowing hard, she ran trembling fingers over it. Laurel's shatterpoint was William . . . maybe this was hers.

"Vincent," she whispered brokenly, her tears still falling. "What the hell have I done?"

***

Poor Vincent, and poor Evelyn. As I believe the saying goes, crap has hit the fan.

And it's about to get worse, because the next episode is Arrow's "The Devil's Greatest Trick!"