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Rebecca suddenly got up from where she was sitting with Black Siren and headed over to sit next to Thea and Roy.

"You have that look on your face that says we're about to pull some great pranks sis," Rebecca said quietly.

"Yes," Thea nodded, high-fiving her.

"You've been quiet," Rebecca informs Roy.

"I know," Roy said.

"Okay, just wondering if you knew," Rebecca shrugged.

"Don't question the logic. It'll just confuse you more," Thea said to him.

Slade Wilson

One of the Jackals smirked when he and his partner turned their cards over. "War," he said.

Suddenly, a sword protruded through the other man's chest, and the first Jackal's eyes widened when he saw the masked figure behind him.

Winn and Sam jumped in surprise as they saw Slade run the guy through.

"War is an understatement," Oliver muttered.

"Who's in charge?" Slade growled.

The Jackal fumbled for his gun, but Slade peppered him with bullets before he could even draw it. Another Jackal behind him went flying, screaming in pain from the ebony arrow embedded in his shoulder, only to start choking on blood as the next arrow went through his jugular. Slade nodded to Malcolm as the assassin dropped to the ground, the two of them continuing through the facility. "Dropping all of them?" Malcolm guessed.

"As many as it takes," Slade answered.

Malcolm nodded curtly and drew two more arrows, firing both into the heart of another Jackal coming up on them. Slade barreled towards the next one, slicing him in half, grabbing another in a chokehold and firing rounds into his stomach. A third Jackal fired at Slade, but his body armor stopped any round from hitting him. Slade shot him back for his troubles, then Malcolm threw a flechette, and Slade looked to the side when he heard a grunt. The Jackal that had been sneaking up on him staggered, stabbed in the neck. Slade stabbed him to the hilt of his sword for good measure before kicking the body off.

"Can we send you against Cadmus ahead of time?" Agent Danver asked, impressed.

Dark Archer laughed.

"I wouldn't be opposed to it," Deathstroke said to her.

Two more Jackals appeared, both with machine guns, and started firing rapidly. Slade twisted in front of Malcolm, the archer loading his bow again. The bullets bounced off Slade harmlessly, and when there was a pause in rounds, Malcolm turned to see the Jackals were running. He sighted and shot, killing one of them instantly. The other ran even faster, two more Jackals running to stop them. Malcolm drew his sword this time, slashing one across the neck. Slade killed the other with a stab to the heart, kicking him back into the doors, breaking them down. He shot the Jackal that had tried to escape as Malcolm took on the two others that approached, disarming one of them and putting him in a chokehold, using the Jackal's gun to shoot the other before putting a bullet in the first one's brain. Slade stabbed another that tried to sneak up on Malcolm, adding a bullet in the heart for good measure.

"You two are really impressive when you work together," Oliver said.

"Well, no one on Team Arrow except you and Thea really fully trusted us, so we worked with each other the most, and trust grew," Malcolm said.

"Brothers in all but blood," Slade nodded.

"And honestly, no one really wants to check how anyone factors into family trees at this point. It's really weird," Laurel muttered.

"There was a lot of unexpected relationships," Malcolm nodded.

Both men kicked through the doors to the next area of the building, and Slade immediately shot the Jackal who thought trying to surprise him was a good idea. Another Jackal approached, firing his gun, but Malcolm fired from where he was behind Slade, hitting the man in the eye. Slade looked at his friend, just knowing the archer was probably grinning under that veil, but growled and went back to the other Jackals. His gun was abandoned, and he went back to slashing and stabbing with his sword, Malcolm alternating between arrows and his sword.

Slade had just killed the last in the area when Malcolm looked past them. He tensed, slinging his bow onto his shoulder and twirling his sword into ready position, reaching up and taking his veil off. "Always did like a challenge," he quipped.

Slade turned as well to see the Jackals had finally decided to approach in a large group, no less than ten of them aiming at them with machine guns. He took off his helmet as well, he and Malcolm exchanging glances before shifting to watch the other's back –

"Stop it!" a familiar voice called, and Slade tensed, Malcolm straightening, the only sign that he was surprised. "Stop!" Both turned to see Nylander walk in, looking much better than he had earlier. "Damn it, Slade. You're going to ruin my new shoes, and I just bought them, brother."

"I knew I didn't like him," Sara said.

"I think there's only a few people who can get away with calling him that, and I think you just got booted off that list," Malcolm snorted.

"Nylander," Slade seethed.

"This man is a legend," Nylander pointed at Slade. "And . . . hmm. Malcolm Merlyn. Aren't you supposed to be . . . dead?"

Thea snorted. "Never seems to take with him."

"Good for him," Rebecca clapped loudly, making Malcolm roll his eyes.

"If you're gonna be a brat I'll make you sit over here," Malcolm said.

"Nooooooooo," Rebecca said, before being quiet.

"She can be quiet?" Rose said sarcastically, before getting hit in the face with a pillow. "There aren't even any pillows over there!"

"My dad is the magician," Rebecca pointed out.

"The wizard but go on," Rose said, making Malcolm groan.

"Why Slade!?"

"It's funny," Slade shrugged.

"I'm not called the Magician for nothing," was all Malcolm said in response, narrowing his eyes.

"No pulling triggers," Nylander ordered the Jackals. "Yet." He walked up to Slade, guessing he was the one to be worried about out of the two of them, and put his hand on his sword. "Truce? Let me explain."

Slade glared at him before releasing his grip on his sword. Malcolm took the cue to sheath his own. "I knew you'd be involved, Nylander, but you're too stupid to run this organization," Slade told him, walking to sit at the table nearby, Malcolm opting to lean against it, arms folded. "So, where's the boss?"

"You know, I had really hoped prison would be your dead end, but no," Nylander huffed. "You just had to keep on coming, didn't you?"

"You know who you're talking to, right?" Malcolm raised an eyebrow.

Despite the situation, it made Slade smirk. Nylander, however, wasn't amused. "We've got a great thing going here, Slade," he addressed his friend, but was truly speaking to both men. "Lots of killing, lots of money, and your son, he knows? Priceless."

"You like burning bridges," Slade scowled.

Nylander just laughed. "So says the man who nearly burnt down a whole city!"

"Oh?" Malcolm raised an eyebrow coldly. "Is that how we're playing this?" He chuckled. "The year before he came? The Glades was in ruins. Five hundred and three casualties. Including my own son." Nylander's smile slowly faded from his face, and Malcolm smirked. "There's my rep sheet. Got anything that bad on it?"

"I'm not sure which one of you is more scary," Cisco said nervously.

Laurel pointed to Malcolm, while Alex pointed to Sladee, making Rebecca and Rose laugh.

"Where is my son?" Slade growled, standing up.

"And I'd answer the question," Malcolm added, keeping Slade's back. "We're not exactly patient."

"Why do you ask, hmm?" Nylander raised an eyebrow. "Do you wish to join him?"

Dinah Drake

Dinah shut the trunk of her car, brushing her hair out of her eyes. She went to get in the driver's side –

"Busy night."

Dinah stopped in her tracks before turning around to lean on her car, looking at Watson as she walked up. "Yeah," she nodded. "Guess we're lucky you and your agents were there to provide backup."

"Councilwoman Pollard says she was saved by the new Black Canary," Watson said.

"Hmm," Dinah nodded, taking a sip of coffee. "Yeah, I heard that."

"Hell of a thing," Watson remarked. "Pollard saved by one of the vigilantes she's gunning for."

"From what I understand, it didn't change her position," Dinah shrugged.

"Why would it! That would be ridiculous!"

"What about you?"

Dinah smirked. "Try to stay out of politics."

"No," Watson smirked right back. "I mean, where were you tonight?"

"What do you mean?" Dinah raised an eyebrow. "I was right there."

"Not when the lights went out," Watson shook her head. "When it went dark, you were gone, and the Black Canary was there."

Dinah just looked at her. "You think I'm the Black Canary?"

"I think a lot of things," Watson shrugged. "But I focus on what I can prove." She turned and walked off, calling "Have a good night!" over her shoulder.

There were some colourful suggestions about how Watson could spend her night. Mostly about being thrown in space.

Dinah took a deep breath and turned to get in her car, only to stop when she saw what was sitting on her dashboard. She reached in and took out a matchbox, opening it up to find a paper rose inside.

Dinah looked at the screen fondly.

Vincent, she realized with a small smile.

Oliver Queen

Oliver followed Kara through the Jackals' base, he in a leather jacket and jeans, Kara wearing leggings and a denim shirt, her glasses off and her hair loose. She was looking through the hallways with her x-ray vision, leading them through. She grimaced as she stepped over bodies either riddled with bullets, slashed violently, or pierced by ebony arrows. "You know, I wish I could say I feel bad for them," she said quietly.

"No," Oliver sighed. "It's a bit hard to, considering who they took."

Kara perked up suddenly, then sped in front of Oliver. The Jackal approaching him yelped when Kara grabbed his wrist, then his head jerked back when Kara punched him across the face. He went flying across the room, dropping his gun. Oliver blinked, then looked at Kara as she panted. "Same," she brushed her hands off.

Oliver smirked, reaching down and picking up the dropped gun, keeping it at ready as they continued on.

Slade Wilson

"I'm curious, Slade," Nylander mused. "What was your plan? Kill us all and save your boy? Kind of reductive, no?"

"I like to keep things simple," Slade said dryly, and Malcolm stifled a snort.

Nylander just smirked. "Ah. Things rarely are, brother."

"Well, this is," Slade told him. "I will join the Jackals as long as you let my boy go."

"If it's an extra incentive," Malcolm turned to Nylander. "Make that both of us."

Slade looked at him sharply. "Merlyn – "

"Not up for debate," Malcolm gave him just as sharp a look. "You think I'm gonna explain this later? Alone?"

"Idiots," Kara said, making Malcolm wince and Slade laugh.

Slade tilted his back and forth before conceding the point. "Fine. Both of us."

Oliver Queen

"I'm gonna kill them," Kara whispered as she and Oliver arrived on the other side, hiding on opposite sides of the door.

"Don't blame you," Oliver whispered back.

Nylander sighed. "It's like I said. Things aren't so simple. We need your son . . . after all, he's our boss."

"Wait... really?"

"Yeah. I don't really have a high opinion of my half brother," Rose said.

"She really doesn't," Slade nodded.

Kara and Oliver exchanged shocked glances, and Slade and Malcolm both turned around, eyes widening as footsteps echoed behind them. "Hello, father," Joe smirked as he walked up, a sword similar to Slade's over his back. "It's been a long time."

Kara looked through the wall using her x-ray vision, then turned to Oliver. "We have the most complicated lives ever."

"Angel," Oliver shook his head. "That's the understatement of the decade."

"Try century," Laurel muttered.

"Hey mom..."

"No," Laurel said.

"You don't know what I was gonna ask!"

"No!"