Kara Danvers

Kara was giggling to herself when she used her key to enter the loft.

"Oh god. That's not good."

She poked her head in, seeing Alex and William bent over one of his textbooks. "Hey, William," she smiled. "Hey, Alex."

"Hey, Kara," William grinned at her.

"Hey," Alex smiled. "How'd it go with the others?"

"Oh, fine," Kara waved it off, refraining from snorting in laughter. "So, what's the topic now?"

"Quadratic equations," Alex answered with a grin.

"I hate them," William deadpanned.

"Two types of people," Harry laughed.

"Did you learn those when you were two Kara?" Thea asked, making Kara throw a pillow at her.

Kara laughed, patting his shoulder. "Those were the days. Is Oliver in back?"

"Yeah, in his room," Alex nodded.

Kara nodded, dropping her bag just outside the door and knocking, seeing Oliver was packing his own bag. "I'm trying to remember when our biggest problem in life was solving a quadratic equation," she mused, walking in. "But really, it was just calculus."

Oliver snorted. "Well, I never really worried about quadratics, so I can't say anything there."

"And now we have metas crashing bachelorette parties and businessmen poisoning children just to carry out a grudge," Kara stopped by his side. When Oliver grimaced, she looked at him, rubbing his back. "I may not be a fan of how you've dealt with men like Edge in the past, but Edge deserved that arrow you shot him with."

"Yes, he did," Oliver agreed wholeheartedly. "But I told William . . . I'm out. I made a promise, and I broke it."

"For, what, one night?" Kara squeezed his hand. "One hour? If William knew you returned as the Green Arrow to confront a man who poisoned innocent children, I think he would give that a pass."

"I would have liked to see him shot more," Will said from the intercom.

There were laughs from Rebecca and Moira.

"But in Kasnia?" Oliver looked up at her. "If – when – it veers from diplomacy and I have to break my promise to William, I will beat myself up over it."

"Veering from diplomacy doesn't mean you have to wear the hood to fight," Kara told him. "Besides, William knows how important Slade is, to both of us. If we just say we're helping Slade, he'll understand."

"I would want you to help Slade," William said.

"You sure?" Oliver frowned.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Kara smiled. "He's his father's son." Oliver chuckled and nodded, and Kara grinned. "Besides, you can be the diplomacy, and if you're more comfortable with it, I'll do all the punching for you."

Oliver burst out laughing. "You're volunteering to be violent?"

"I'll be designated superhero," Kara shrugged.

Oliver groaned. "The last time we had those, one ended up being tossed in jail and I narrowly avoided being arrested. I had to break the others out."

"Kara will not be getting drunk," Barry deadpanned.

Kara smirked. "They can try and arrest me. Like that'll work." Oliver snorted, and she patted his shoulder. "I'll let you finish packing."

"All right," Oliver smiled, kissing the top of her head. "Thanks for the pep talk."

"Any time," Kara kissed his cheek in return, heading out the door.

Slade Wilson

Slade heard footsteps approach, then checked his watch. "You're early," he noted.

"Didn't want you to think I wasn't coming," Oliver answered as he walked up, bag over his shoulder. "Wanted you to know I definitely was."

"Means a lot, kid," Slade smiled, then frowned, looking around. "Where's Kara?"

"She left before I did," Oliver frowned. "She's not here yet?"

There was a sudden gust of wind, then Kara's voice cheerfully said, "Had a stop to make first!"

"Got room for one more?" a familiar voice asked.

Thea gasped slightly in shock and looked at Malcolm, who smiled.

Oliver blinked, and Slade turned around, surprised. "Malcolm?" he asked.

"Kara said you found your son," Malcolm nodded, walking forward with Kara, both with their duffel bags in hand. "So I asked her to give me a lift."

"You're sure?" Oliver asked.

"Of the four of us, I'm the only one who has outlived their son," Malcolm said bluntly, making Oliver cringe at the reminder. "Not only that, but it was my fault he died. The Undertaking was my idea, and my son was killed because of it. It's something I have to live with for the rest of my life." He looked Slade in the eye. "I'm not going to sit by when there's a chance to make sure that doesn't happen to your son."

Deathstroke smiles thankfully at Dark Archer.

Slade smiled slightly. "Thanks."

"So," Oliver tilted his head. "How long's this flight?"

"It's about twelve hours," Slade answered.

"Four of us, stuck in a plane for twelve hours," Malcolm whistled, smirking. "Better hurry."

"You just volunteered yourself to come, remember?" Slade snorted.

"Still . . . a mayor and former vigilante, a sword-swinging maniac, the former Demon's Head, and an invincible alien all together on a plane for twelve hours?"

Laurel sighed, slightly in annoyance.

Kara sighed happily. "I missed this."

Oliver chuckled, patting Slade on the shoulder. "Let's go get your boy."

Alex Danvers

As Councilwoman Pollard walked back to her apartment, Dinah sat back in her car, sipping on her coffee. "Thanks for joining me," she said.

"Well, Raisa's got William covered for now," Alex shrugged, twisting her gun in her hands. "Feels good to be back in the field, too. Even if it is just guard duty."

"Also, just noticed," Dinah turned to her. "You're not wearing your engagement ring."

Alex tensed. "I ended it."

"You ended it?" Dinah parroted, surprised.

"Yes," Alex said shortly. "Can we leave it at that for now?"

"OK," Dinah nodded in agreement, sighing. "I'm sorry."

"Thanks," Alex muttered.

Dinah nodded, looking out the windshield and around. She paused, seeing the flash of a visor, and she tensed. "Vigilante," she said, opening her door. Alex quickly exited with her, both drawing their guns. "SCPD!" Dinah shouted.

Vigilante quickly launched off the fire escape he was on, and both Dinah and Alex started firing at him. As he started to run, both women took off after him. "Hey!" Alex shouted when Vigilante reached a fence in an alley.

Vigilante turned, reaching for something on his belt, and Dinah screamed at him. Her cry cracked his visor and flung him back against the fence, and Dinah aimed her gun, narrowing her eyes. "Stay down," she ordered.

Vigilante slowly rolled to his feet, then reached for his helmet. Dinah frowned, then froze when he removed his helmet, revealing a heavily scarred face. "Dinah?" Alex frowned.

"What? Vince?" Dinah was panicking. "That's not possible."

"But it is," Laurel said.

"It's you," Dinah breathed in shock.

"He's who?" Alex frowned. Vigilante hauled himself over the fence, and Dinah staggered back, looking stunned. "Hey!" Alex put a hand on her shoulder. "Dinah?"

John Diggle

The rest of the team, along with Laurel, entered the lair to see Alex speaking quietly with Dinah. "Got your 911," Dig said. "Is everything OK?"

"Look at her face," Curtis pointed out. "That is not an OK face."

"Dinah?" Laurel asked.

"Vigilante made another move on Councilwoman Pollard," Alex started for her.

"We almost got him," Dinah added bitterly.

"It's cool, D," Rene told her. "We'll nail that bastard."

"I hit him with my cry," Dinah continued. "I shattered his visor, and he – he took off his mask." She looked up, swallowing. "I saw his face."

"Can you ID him?" Dig asked.

"His name is Vincent Sobel," Dinah told him. "He's my old partner."

"I'm sorry, when you say partner, do you mean partner, or do you mean partner?" Curtis asked.

"Yes," Sara said, making some people snicker and roll their eyes.

"Both," Felicity guessed, judging by how torn up Dinah seemed.

"Now I'm confused," Curtis frowned.

"Dinah, I thought you said your partner died in the line," Dig frowned.

"He was shot in the head right in front of me," Dinah confirmed, swallowing.

"He looks good for someone shot in the head," Winn said.

"OK," Felicity stepped forward. "I know you believe you saw what you saw tonight, but it was night, and probably dark."

"It was him, Felicity," Dinah insisted. "It was Vincent, I know it. I know it sounds crazy."

"With everything all of us have faced, is it really that crazy?" Alex asked.

"No," Laurel agreed.

"Dinah, this doesn't change anything," Dig told her. "We have to find him before he hurts anyone else."

"Yeah, I know," Dinah took a deep breath. "I know. Where are you with the, uh, shell casing John found?"

"The casing appears to be magnetized," Curtis answered.

"Bullets aren't magnetic," Dig frowned.

"They can be,"

"They can be if they're stored in an environment with a strong magnetic field," Alex pointed out.

Laurel walked over to Dinah and rubbed her back, and Alex and Dig followed Felicity up to the computers. "You think it's something you can trace?" Dig asked.

"I like your optimism," Felicity snorted.

"It's not optimism, Felicity. It's faith."

Felicity smiled, then tilted her head. "Dinah said that you had a chat with our FBI BFF."

"Oh, yes," Dig rolled his eyes. "She was tough, but I pushed back pretty hard. Think we put that to bed."

"Good," Felicity smiled, then pulled out her phone when it rang. She frowned when she didn't recognize the number, then answered it. "Hello?" She listened, then her smile became forced. "Special Agent Watson." Dig groaned and rolled his eyes as Alex sighed. "Yes, sure, I can come by tomorrow. No problem. All right, see you then."

"Guess it's not put to bed after all," Alex muttered.

"I hate her."