I feel like I've started to say this every single time I update, but please do not ask me for an update the very same day or the day after I have updated this story. I try and make my chapters between 3.5K-4.5K words long (this, for example, is 3.8K without A/Ns), and with original content especially, that takes time I don't often have over summer. Unless I say I think I may get a chapter up that quickly, don't expect me to pump these out like I sometimes have during the school year. It is summer, but I have a job and family activities to occupy myself with as well as this book. I appreciate people liking this story, but if all you have to say is "please update" pretty much immediately after I update the chapter you're commenting on, that is not a way to get in my good books.

To those of you who do patiently wait no matter how long you have to, know that I appreciate all of you for doing so, whether you comment that you'll wait or you don't. Thank you for respecting my time and me thinking of myself and what's best for me so I can write the best work I can for you.

Anyway, on with the show! Kara and her team have a plan, Team Arrow goes on the hunt, and Diaz gives a reminder.

Enjoy part two!

***

"Huh."

Slade looked up from where he was examining the cartridges for his handguns, seeing Malcolm hang up his phone. "Is that good or bad, wizard?"

"First off, magician," Malcolm pointed his phone in his direction as he walked up the steps to where Felicity was absently tapping on her keyboard. "Second, sounds like Oliver's meetings with Armand and Hill went better than expected."

"Really?" Slade's eyebrows shot up.

"He wants to talk with Lyla to arrange something for Hill's family, who Diaz apparently threatened to blackmail her into working for him," Malcolm nodded, leaning against the table as the elevator doors slid open. "And apparently Kara and the Legion have a plan regarding Armand's sick son."

"His son?" Slade blinked in surprise.

"He has cancer," Felicity nodded. "I saw that, looking through his file. Poor guy. If he needed money to treat Stage IV leukemia, I can see where Diaz nabbed him."

"That's exactly it," Malcolm nodded, looking up as Dig walked out of the elevator. "Oliver just called. He needs to meet with Lyla."

"Oh," Dig blinked. "I'll give her a call in a minute, then. In the meantime," he held out a flash drive to Felicity. "Compliments of the director of A.R.G.U.S."

"Ooo, here we go," Felicity brightened, taking the drive and inserting it into her computer. "Let's see what Diaz can't hide from us now."

"And hopefully we'll finally be able to get out of here," Malcolm grumbled.

Slade smirked. "Rumor has it Laurel doesn't have anything better to do."

Malcolm shot him a nasty glare. "Shut up!"

Dig snickered to himself, letting Slade and Malcolm bicker as usual as he walked over to watch Felicity work. "I have to say," he remarked, looking over at the two vigilantes, "once you stop holding grudges, they're pretty amusing to have around."

"Never a dull day as long as they're arguing about what Malcolm's League name means," Felicity nodded in agreement.

"Did I miss it?"

"Oh, yeah."

Dig sighed in annoyance, then perked up with Felicity sat up straight. "Got something?"

"I think so," Felicity nodded, and just like that, Slade and Malcolm were crowding around, too. "Lyla's got a name for one of Diaz's suppliers – Marshall Katz. I'll start running a location on him now."

"Finally," Malcolm sighed in relief.

***

Oliver looked up as the doors to his office opened, and he sighed in relief when Kara poked her head in, holding up a coffee cup in one hand. "I love you so much."

"Is that because I come bearing coffee or because I'm just me?" Kara giggled, hurrying inside as Mon-El held the door open for Imra and Querl.

"Yes," Oliver chose to answer, standing up and kissing her before taking his coffee. "So, you have a plan regarding Sam?"

"Yes," Mon-El nodded. "It's a bit of a risk, but from what we heard, it's worth it."

"Oh?" Oliver raised an eyebrow.

Kara nodded. "It involves telling Sam that I'm Supergirl."

"What?!" Oliver balked.

"Which he may already know, given that he revealed he knows that you are the Green Arrow," Querl nodded. "That means there is an 81.6738% chance he knows Kara is Supergirl."

Oliver closed his eyes, burying his overprotective feelings. "I'm getting the feeling that means whatever your plan it, it involves something alien."

"More specifically, something from the future, but yes, that too," Querl nodded.

"Oliver, this device, if used for a week, will be able to completely cure his son," Mon-El told him. "No need for treatments – "

"No need for Diaz's money," Oliver finished.

"Exactly."

"Oliver, let us do this," Kara squeezed his hand. "We can help him."

"It might not be a fight, but from what we saw, Sam is – or used to be – a friend," Imra told him. "He just needs to get out of Diaz's hands. This can be it."

Oliver looked around the four aliens, then took a deep breath and nodded. "OK," he nodded. "I'll give him a call and tell him to expect you."

"OK," Kara smiled widely and nodded.

Oliver looked down when his phone chirped, and when he opened the text sent to him, he sighed in relief. "Felicity found a lead on one of Diaz's suppliers. Team's headed out now."

"It is so weird that that's not us right now," Mon-El remarked.

"Yeah, you're telling me," Oliver huffed in agreement.

***

Malcolm crouched on the rooftop across from Katz's location, reaching up to turn on his comms. "Overwatch?"

"Spartan and Deathstroke are dealing with the guards downstairs," Felicity reported. "Two of them just made it to Katz. Looks like he's got a guest with him, too."

Malcolm raised an eyebrow. "Guest? Or guest?"

"You have such a way with words. Guess which one."

Oh, Malcolm could guess, all right. "So I'm on distraction duty?"

"That would certainly help them out. Or are you going to let them have fun on their own?"

Malcolm smirked, pulling an arrow from his quiver. "How about I do both?"

"How do you plan on that?"

Malcolm's smirk widened as he nocked the arrow and drew it back. "Like this. Deathstroke? Spartan?"

"On your mark," Slade answered.

Malcolm didn't answer; instead, he shot the arrow, and the moment it hit the glass windows in Katz's penthouse suite, he hit a button on his arrow, making the arrow explode and take out the glass with it.

***

When they heard startled yelps from inside the penthouse, Slade shoved the doors in, and Dig hastily came through, firing darts from his gun, tranquilizing the two guards Katz had with him. Both slumped to the ground, and Slade eyed the woman in a short red dress that was staring at them with wide eyes. "Sit," he ordered, gesturing with his sword. She hastily collapsed onto the chair in the room, and Slade and Dig moved past her, Dig aiming at Katz, who was standing and watching them nervously. "Now you," Slade pointed at Katz with his blade, smirking under his mask as Katz went cross-eyed to look at the tip. "You are going to tell us where you make your Vertigo shipment."

"And turn on the Dragon?" Katz's eyes bugged wide. "You'll have to kill me, man!"

Slade tilted his head. "I don't think I want to waste a sword or bullet on that." He looked at Dig. "What about you?"

"I could," Dig moved forward.

"You do have more experience with what Vertigo does to people than me," Slade said thoughtfully.

"Exactly," Dig growled. "If this punk is dealing, he deserves it. I'm not nearly as stingy with my bullets."

Slade eyed Katz. "He's all yours, then."

Dig punched Katz, knocking him to the ground. "Where do you ship the V from?" the soldier demanded.

Katz whimpered, holding his hands up. "I'm too high to die, man! Please!"

Slade snorted. "Try again."

Katz shook his head wildly. "You – you wouldn't kill me in front of my lady!"

"I'd have her close her eyes," Slade deadpanned, not entirely bluffing.

"Last chance," Dig warned. "Where's the Vertigo?"

When Katz kept whimpering, Slade turned to the woman in red. "It might be better if you darted her, Spartan."

Dig turned to oblige, and Katz yelped. "Fine!" Both men turned back around, looking at him. "But you got to send me to, like, Mexico, man. Diaz will find me!"

There was a muffled curse over the comms. "Deathstroke, behind you!" Malcolm shouted.

Slade spun around in time to see the woman in red stand, handgun in her hand. He adjusted his position so the bullet she just fired hit his bulletproof armor instead of Katz, and when she gasped and dropped her gun in shock, Dig shot one of his darts into her neck. She crumpled into a heap on the ground, and both men turned back to Katz, who was as pale as sour milk. "Now," Slade snarled. "The location!"

Dig pulled the safety off his gun, and Katz whimpered.

***

"Well, if I'm going to be safe anywhere, I guess it's gonna be with you and the two others who kicked Dinah's ass," Evelyn shrugged her backpack on as Laurel checked the lights in the apartment. "And Curtis's. And Rene's."

"Does it count as kicking Curtis's ass if all Malcolm really seemed to do was breathe on him?" Laurel snickered.

Evelyn's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yeah, really," Laurel laughed, opening the door. "That's all he – "

Evelyn shrieked, and Laurel narrowed her eyes when she saw who was standing outside. "She gets to leave," she said sharply.

"Fine by me," Diaz narrowed his eyes at the girl behind Laurel. "It's you I came to see."

"My answer remains the same," Laurel sneered. "Go to hell."

"And my threat remains the same," Diaz raised an eyebrow. "Take a stance against me, and one of your lucky boys gets to join you in the spotlight . . . except they won't get the loving reception you did."

Laurel gritted her teeth. "I don't need to do a thing," she told him. "It's been decided it's not a good idea for Black Siren to be in the field anyway. Laurel Lance being alive plus a blonde in black fishnets and a sonic scream? One and one and one make three."

She made to step past him, and Diaz stepped in her way. "Ms. Lance," he began in a warning tone.

"What?" she asked in a mocking voice. "Laurel can't see what's changed in Star City since she died?"

Diaz glared at her, then reluctantly stepped aside. "Remember what I said," he began.

"I know," Laurel snapped, hurrying Evelyn out. "I make any move against you, and it's a coin toss. I got it the first time!"

***

Dig knocked on his wife's door as he opened it, poking his head inside to see her type at her computer. "Hey!"

"Hey," Lyla looked up, still typing.

"Everything all right?" he asked, walking inside.

"Fine," Lyla nodded. "I've been out of town for so long, I just found the gift you left for me back in December. I wanted to say thank you."

Dig relaxed, returning her smile. "You're welcome."

"Funny, though," Lyla tilted her head. "The same day you delivered it, I also found a security breach on my computer." Dig winced as Lyla closed her laptop and looked up at him. "I guess I now know how Cayden James got ahold of our nanoaluminum amplifier."

"I was gonna tell you about that, Lyla, but the city was at stake," Dig explained, embarrassed.

"Oh, yeah," Lyla sighed, standing up. "Well, the city is always at stake. You don't have to lie to your wife in order to save it."

Dig cringed that time. "You're absolutely right," he nodded. "I'm sorry."

"I know," Lyla squeezed his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. "What brings you by?"

"Right," Dig nodded. "Well, I don't know if Oliver's asked you yet, but he wants to know if you could meet with him and Captain Hill – "

"To discuss the protection of her family," Lyla nodded. "That was the e-mail I was just responding to. I'm gonna head over in an hour or so."

"Great," Dig nodded.

"He also said something about having a plan regarding his D.A.?" Lyla tilted her head.

"Yeah," Dig cleared his throat. "Yeah, the reason he's been under Diaz's thumb is . . . " He took a shaky breath. "His son has leukemia. Stage IV. Kara and her team have something that can help."

Lyla frowned. "And why do I get the feeling that gets under your skin more than a corrupt police captain?"

Dig swallowed, sitting down across from her. "I've told you about the Worldkillers, right? Reign?"

"Yeah," Lyla nodded. "You said there were three of them, but you hadn't found the third."

Dig nodded. "Well, the last time we were there, we found the third." He winced. "Actually, the third found us. It was Pestilence . . . she infected people, Lyla. She made them so sick, and the only way to cure them was to get a piece of her DNA." He swallowed hard. "She got to Oliver, Lyla. Oliver, Winn, Alex, and Malcolm."

"Oh, my God," Lyla blanched.

"Yeah," Dig nodded miserably. "And before that, J'onn's father had a psychic episode that brought out . . . a lot of bad things all of us wanted to say to each other, and right after I nearly ruined everything, that happened to Oliver?" He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "I took a piece out of Oliver, then Slade and I fought, and then Oliver was taken out by Pestilence, and while Laurel was losing Malcolm, Slade was losing both him and Oliver . . . we were both losing our brothers, Slade losing two. It just . . . " He shook his head. "It felt so good to see Pestilence die. And when two of you are losing the same brother – "

"A good bonding moment?" Lyla asked softly.

"Wasn't exactly a good moment," Dig said bitterly. "But I got my head out of my ass about those three. Seeing the states Laurel and Slade were in when both Oliver and Malcolm went down . . . "

He trailed off, and Lyla reached over and squeezed his hand. "What's the saying? Dead men have no secrets?"

Dig grimaced. "Except two of them weren't dying, and I don't need to think about what those four looked like dying because of Pestilence." He sighed. "But Slade and I had the biggest issues, and that's why we've been working together in the field more recently. We sorted it out, and we gotta trust each other in the field as well as out of it."

Lyla smiled. "Brothers in arms, right?"

"Exactly," Dig nodded.

***

"Seriously, thanks for helping us out here," Nick smiled as he and Curtis walked through the hideout Dinah had chosen.

"I mean, anything for Dinah," Curtis nodded. "And maybe I was a little worried about you, too."

"I'll be fine," Nick laughed reassuringly. "Just hate leaving the city to be overrun by a bunch of corrupt cops and vigilantes."

Curtis paused, clearing his throat. "Don't you think there's a little bit of difference between bent cops and vigilantes?"

"None that I can see," Nick shook his head. "They're both criminals, right?"

Curtis smiled weakly. "Yeah," he chuckled nervously, even as his heart dropped into his stomach.

***

"Ms. Danvers is here to see you, sir."

Sam Armand looked up from the file he had been stuck reading for the past hour and swallowed, reaching over to his intercom. "Let her in." He already had an idea what this was about.

The door to his office opened, and Kara stepped inside, wearing a teal sleeveless dress covered by black lace, a ribbon sash tied off at her waist. Armand was only slightly surprised that Kara had three shadows with her, and that was because Oliver had told him they were accompanying her: a black-haired man with a beard, dressed in a black leather jacket over an equally dark shirt and jeans; a beautiful dark-haired woman in a purple sweater and dark pants; and a dark-haired man in a dark shirt, leather jacket, and dark pants. "Thank you for seeing us, Sam," Kara smiled, not looking at all like she was speaking to a man who was being paid off by a criminal.

"I don't know how I could have refused," Armand shrugged, gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk. "But Oliver said you had a way to help me."

"I don't," Kara shook her head as she sat. "My friends, however, do."

Armand eyed them carefully as the other three sat with her. "And how can you help me?" he asked carefully, trying not to get his hopes up. Diaz had told him who to look out for, who to be wary of, telling him exactly what he knew of them. And if Kara was offering their help, knowing who she was . . . that was assuming she did tell him –

Kara held up a finger first, and Armand frowned, confused as he watched her look at the clean-shaven man with an arched eyebrow. He placed his hands together in an upside-down triangle, waited a few seconds, then looked up again. "You can speak freely now," he reported.

"Freely?" Armand repeated, not letting Kara open her mouth. "What did you just do?"

The man blinked at him. "I simply disabled the security cameras placed around your office."

Armand swallowed, then looked at Kara. "You know who we are," she said softly. "If you know Oliver is the Green Arrow, then you know I'm Supergirl."

Armand's eyebrows shot up; apparently she was going to tell him. "You're putting an awful lot on the line by admitting that out loud, Kara."

"There's a lot on the line for you, too," Kara countered. "You knew that when you agreed to hearing what we wanted to say."

Armand swallowed, conceding the point with a nod. "All right, Kara. What can you do for my son?"

Kara gestured to the bearded man with her, and he cleared his throat, leaning forward. "Mr. Armand, since we're all being honest with each other right now, my name is Mon-El. This is Imra, and this is Querl – or Brainy, that's what we call him."

"Brainy," Armand repeated.

"It refers to my, as you say, codename," Brainy nodded. "Brainiac 5."

Armand frowned uneasily. "Diaz said you were . . . blue."

"Oh, yes," Brainy nodded. "My appearance now is caused by an image inducer so I can fit in among humans."

Armand figured his facial expression said "good idea" for him, judging by how Mon-El cleared his throat. "Anyway . . . what I doubt Diaz knows about us is that we are from the 31st century."

Armand did a double take. "What?!"

"Guess not," Imra smirked.

Armand shook his head, leaning back in his chair, putting his face in his hand. "All he said is that you had to be aliens, though he never learned where from."

"Daxam," Mon-El answered.

"Titan," Imra threw in.

"Colu," Brainy finished.

"Krypton," Kara volunteered.

Armand took a deep breath. "OK," he looked back up. "How can you help my son?"

"With this," Mon-El gestured, and Brainy held up a small silver circular device. "This is . . . well, I guess the name doesn't really matter since it's from the future. But it's what it accomplishes that's important, right?" When Armand nodded, Mon-El continued. "Basically, this is a vaccine and booster. It automatically detects hostile cells and deploys antibodies. Your son will need to wear this for a week, but after that, he should be cancer free."

Cancer free. Those words were what rang inside Armand's head as he looked from face to face for any sign of lying. Three faces were completely serious; Kara, on the other hand, was smiling brilliantly. Armand was certain his mouth was opening and closing like a fish, he was so stunned and had no idea what to say. Then he took a closer look at Kara's face . . . and why was the fiancée of the man Diaz was trying to bring down smiling so much? "Why?" he finally voiced his question.

Mon-El, Imra, and Brainy all did double takes. Kara merely blinked. "Why what?" she asked, sounding genuinely confused.

"No, I don't get this," Armand rubbed his temples, closing his eyes. "This . . . this is too good to be true. You're saying that if you give this to my son, he will be cancer free within a week?"

"Yes," Brainy appeared bewildered. "Is that not what Mon-El said?"

"Brainy!" Imra hissed.

Armand swallowed, trying to work moisture back into his mouth as he looked at Kara. "Why?" he repeated. "You know what I've been doing, you know whose pocket I'm in. He's trying to make the city crumble around the man you're going to marry, and you're helping me cure my son?"

"Yes," Kara nodded. "That's exactly what I'm doing."

Armand did his fish impression once again before putting his head in a trembling hand. "I don't think I deserve this, Kara."

"Maybe not," Kara shook her head, scooting her chair closer. "On the other hand, you would do anything to save your son. William isn't mine by blood, but when I marry Oliver, he will be mine, and even now I would do anything for him to live. Parents would do anything for the sake of their children." Armand nodded miserably, and Kara took a deep breath. "And now I know that I would do anything for Oliver. What I'm about to say does not go beyond this office, understand?" Armand nodded, curiosity rising in him as Kara chewed her lip. "There's a reason these three came from the future," she gestured to the aliens with her. "And it was to take down an alien from my home planet, one who would turn into something that would destroy worlds in the future. Her weapon of choice . . . sickness." She took a deep breath. "She called herself Pestilence, and just recently, she spread illness among several people in my city." She ducked her head, adjusting her glasses. "She infected Oliver," she said quietly.

Armand felt the blood drain from his face. "She what?"

Kara nodded, sniffing. "I had to watch him pale and cough and lose his breath and hear his heart get weaker. There was no cure, not without Pestilence's DNA. And I promised myself that Pestilence would have one chance, and that was it. She ruined that chance, and I was fine with letting Imra try to kill her to avenge our families."

Armand swallowed hard. "Diaz said that's Supergirl's greatest weakness . . . she's very opposed to killing."

"I am," Kara nodded, tears in her eyes. "But if it meant saving Oliver and getting the cure he needed to live, it didn't matter to me how we got it. If it meant beating Pestilence black and blue, I would do it. If it meant she had to die . . . then she would die. How could I not do whatever it took when it was in my power to do something? And whether I like it or not, your way to help save your son was to take Diaz's money and use it for treatments." Armand nodded miserably, and Kara took a deep breath. "Oliver is alive because we managed to get the cure. We did what we had to do to get it. You have a chance to save your son without resorting to Diaz's money, Sam. The question is are you going to take it?"

Armand looked from Kara's sincere face to the questioning looks of Mon-El, Imra, and Brainy. There really was only one response, wasn't there? "Yes," he answered firmly.

Kara's smile could have powered Star City by itself.

***

On a weird note, whenever I copy my document from Word over to Wattpad for publishing, everything turns italicized, whether it's supposed to be or not . . . is that just me? Because I hate it.

Anyway, hopefully a new update will come some time next week. It'll be a very busy weekend, so don't expect one within the next couple of days.

Enjoy this one while you wait!