"Laurel, just count to ten before you yell."

"1, 2, 10! REBECCA! If you are not here within a minute you are grounded!" Laurel yelled as she saw the viewing room.

"I'm here," Rebecca said from behind her.

"Did you do this?" Laurel said.

"Why do you assume it was me? God forbid you ask Moira or Alura," Rebecca said.

"Out of all the people that are here, you are the ONLY ONE who would think to take all of the seating out of the viewing room," Laurel said.

"That's not true. Rose would probably do that too," Rebecca said.

"Where are the couches!" Laurel demanded.

"I dunno," Rebecca shrugged. "Maybe ask Rose."

"Rose!" Laurel turned to find Rose.

"Hi. What's up?" Rose said.

"Do you know where all the couches went?" Laurel asked, scary calm.

"Nope," Rose shrugged.

Laurel turned to talk to Rebecca and she was gone. She turned back to Rose, who was also gone.

"Rebecca when you come back you had better have all the couches, or you are grounded!" Laurel said.

"Don't know what you're talking about mom," Rebecca said, from what had to be the vents.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about Rebecca Kara Merlyn!" Laurel yelled.

----

"Sorry, I don't. I'll look for them, but it might be awhile. Sorry," Rebecca was giggling as she climbed through the vents.

"Dude, your mom is going to kill you," Rose said.

"Nah, dad has a procedure for when she gets this mad," Rebecca said.

----

"Laurel, what do we do when we get this mad?" Malcolm said.

"Count backwards from 1,000 and think of warm brownies," Laurel said.

"Yeah, why don't you go do that over there," Malcolm directed her towards the other side of the room.

"Why don't you go do that over there," Laurel muttered under her breath walking off.

"Have fun Laurel," Malcolm said. "Okay! So, we have a bit of a problem." He told everyone in the breakroom. "The couches are all gone."

"How!?"

"Short answer, Rebecca," Malcolm said.

"Of course."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Hey. Only I'm allowed to be annoyed at my kid. The rest of you have to deal with her," Malcolm said.

"Anyway, we have some makeshift seats, but they're beanbag chairs and a blanket fort for the kids," Alex said. "Some people are gonna have to double up on the beanbags, or sit on the floor. And it's very cold. We stole the beanbags from the kids, so we have a limited number."

Everyone was grumbling, and silently mad at Rebecca, but they were not gonna risk getting shot by either of the Malcolms and say it out loud.

Everyone headed to the viewing room.

Unsurprisingly, Thea and Roy doubled up for the seats.

Slightly surprisingly, Black Siren and Dark Archer also doubled up, as did Kara and Oliver.

And very surprisingly, Agent Danvers and Deathstroke did as well.

The future couples did that as well, but, that was expected.

The kids sat in the blanket fort, Alura talking nonstop.

"Okay, we're gonna turn the video's on," Malcolm said.

"Doesn't Laurel usually handle that?" Oliver said.

"She would be, but she's still counting backwards from 1,000," Malcolm shrugged.

John Diggle

Dig entered his house quietly, only to stop when he saw Lyla reclining on the couch, reading a book. "Hey, babe," she said.

Dig's eyes widened as he saw Lyla. "Does she know about the injury?"

"What do you think?" Malcolm said sarcastically as Slade winced slightly.

"Hey," Dig whispered, taking off his jacket. "I didn't want to wake you."

"I'm still on Vlatava time," Lyla stood up, kissing him. "Besides, I heard a rumor that the Green Arrow was going to be here, and I never miss a chance to see him." Dig chuckled, kissing her neck. "You know, when you took this on, I think I got a pretty good sense of how you felt when I took Amanda Waller's place at ARGUS."

"Not that bad, I hope," Dig smirked.

"But seeing you like this, being the Green Arrow . . . " Lyla grinned. "It suits you." Dig grinned, kissing her again, and Lyla giggled, falling back onto the couch. "Let's go to bed," she told him.

Dig pulled her back up. "Hey," he hugged her back against him. "Hey, let me clean up first."

"OK," Lyla smiled, kissing him again. "Don't be too long."

Dig watched her go before opening one of the cabinets, pulling out a silver metal case, unclasping it and opening it, only to discover the vial inside was empty.

Dig felt his phone vibrate, and he pulled it out quickly. His heart rate quickened when he saw the text from a blocked number.

No more this week.

Slade Wilson

"So, you and your boy," Nylander smirked as he, Slade, and Malcolm walked down the hall. "One big happy family again, huh?"

"When was that your business?" Malcolm asked.

"When was it yours?" Nylander retorted.

"Since I started trusting him more than you," Slade answered, making Malcolm smirk. "But he told me about your new job – the reassignment of resources."

"What's that about?" Malcolm asked.

"That's what I want to know," Slade told Nylander.

"Well, if the boss didn't think to tell you, then that means it's none of your business," Nylander smirked. "Meeting hall, thirty minutes."

Malcolm rolled his eyes as Nylander walked off. "You know the most interesting people, my friend."

Slade rolled his eye in response, only to freeze when he heard a voice from behind. "Slade!"

"Guys!" another voice hissed.

Both Slade and Malcolm turned to see Oliver and Kara look around the corner, checking for anyone else. "What are you doing here?" Slade hissed. "Kara I would have expected, but you, kid?"

"I don't abandon people," Oliver shook his head. "Especially when they mean something to me."

Malcolm sighed. "And to think a year ago, you would have put an arrow through my heart before saying anything like that to me."

"Been a long year," Oliver shrugged

"Well, a lot's happened in a year," Oliver shrugged.

"What's going on?" Kara asked, folding her arms.

"Joe's calling it a reassignment of resources," Slade answered. "By seeming like I'm joining the unit, I can try and find out what exactly these resources are."

"You know they're dangerous," Kara told him.

"You know who're you talking to, right, Kara?" Malcolm snorted. "They may be guns for hire, but we were . . . are killers. This won't be a problem."

"Last chance to go home before you two find yourselves in trouble you can't get out of," Slade warned.

"Are you kidding?" Kara asked incredulously. "I'm not walking away from this!"

"We can't walk away from this," Oliver agreed.

Slade Wilson

Slade watched Malcolm check the arrows he had in his quiver, then tensed when Nylander walked up. "Feeling at home yet, Slade, hmm? Or should I call you Deathstroke?"

"Sure," Malcolm drawled out, making Nylander scowl at him. "If you want to be killed, go ahead."

Oliver snickered slightly at Malcolm's comment.

"You really like annoying him don't you?" Sara said, making both Malcolm's grin.

That brought a smirk to Slade's face as Nylander growled under his breath. Before the Jackal could respond, Joe walked in. "Slight change in plans, gentlemen," he announced. "Forty percent of our Semtex was compromised during transfer. Conveniently, however, the Kasnian army is doing some transferring of its own. I'm gonna take a small team to intercept."

"Does this jeopardize our timeline?" Nylander asked.

Joe smirked. "Not with the infamous Deathstroke and the Dark Archer backing me up." Slade raised an eyebrow, turning to Malcolm, surprised the assassin was being included in this. "What do you say, father? You and your friend interested in showing us how it's done?"

Malcolm just smirked. "That depends."

"On what?" Joe asked.

"Can your dogs keep up?"

Everyone laughed in amusement.

Nylander narrowed his eyes angrily, but Slade just laughed. "I'll go pack some gear," he told Joe, clapping Malcolm on the shoulder, the man smirking smugly. Slade walked past the assembled Jackals, crouching down to look like he was rummaging for equipment. In the process, he pressed a button on his bandolier. "Hey, kid," he said quietly. "Little one."

"Hi," Kara responded.

"Comms are working," Oliver reported.

"Kane has us making a run for Semtex."

"That's a high-yield explosive."

"Yeah, with Nylander involved, I should've expected it."

"Well, he'll probably be handling the detonator."

"If you can find the receiver, perhaps you can corrupt it. It might be in Nylander's gear."

"Yeah, we're on it."

"Are you OK?" Kara asked. "Both of you?"

Slade stood, pretending to examine his gun. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Malcolm nod microscopically. "We're fine, little one," he answered. "Just find the receiver."

John Diggle

"You want more drugs, you got to talk to the boss," a man in a suit told Dig as he led him into a lab.

"All right, man, make the introduction," Dig nodded.

"Who the hell is this?" a heavy voice asked.

Dig turned to watch a man walk up, wearing a long coat. "A loyal customer," he answered.

All of the people from the future tense as they saw Diaz.

"How big of a problem does he become?" Kara said nervously.

"Bigger than you think," Will said.

"I this the guy you were telling me about?" the man asked the other. When he nodded, so did the other, and he held out his hand to Dig. "Ricardo Diaz," he introduced himself. "So you're a bouncer, something like that, right?"

"That's right," Dig nodded.

"You're huge," Diaz remarked, clapping him on the shoulder. "Well, I wouldn't want to mess with you." Dig frowned at him, then Diaz smirked. "I'm just playing with you. Till we get our FDA approval, we got to be careful with the rollout, you understand?"

"I get it," Dig nodded. "I'm just trying to make it through the day."

"Aren't we all?" Diaz smirked. "Hook him up."

"Sure thing, Mr. Diaz," the man in the suit nodded, and Dig watched Diaz walk off.

Slade Wilson/Malcolm Merlyn

Slade and Malcolm exited the truck, Malcolm's bow in hand. "You know," Malcolm said under his breath, watching the Jackals lay down spikes over the road. "Of all the possible ways this was supposed to go, this wasn't high on my list."

"Nor mine," Slade agreed.

Joe walked around from the other side, Slade's helmet in his hands. "I always knew you'd end up wearing this," he remarked, handing it to Slade.

Malcolm raised an eyebrow at Slade, but he shook his head. A flash caught his eye, and he turned to the road. "Looks like that's company."

"Kill the lights!" Joe ordered, the three of them backing up.

Slade put his helmet back on as Malcolm crouched down in the shadows of the van, the lights going out. The military van hit the spikes, and sparks flew as the truck skidded. The Jackals emerged, firing rapidly at the military men. In the spray of bullets, Slade took leg shots when he could, bringing one of the men down. Joe scowled, however. "We don't leave witnesses," he told his father, walking forward.

Before he made it to the man, though, two ebony arrows buried into the man's back. He let out a shout of pain and collapsed, and Joe stopped mid-stride. He narrowed his eyes, watching the man for any sign of movement, then turned to Malcolm as he stood. "Those don't look like kill shots."

"I don't share my secrets," Malcolm countered.

Joe scowled, looking down to check if the man was breathing. Satisfied, apparently, he walked to check the vehicle. Slade turned to Malcolm as he walked up. "What was that?" he whispered.

"A tranquilizer fashioned by the League," Malcolm answered quietly. "Makes the person shot appear dead. I used two to ensure he was still asleep until we left."

"Out of anyone who would have gone with Slade, it's probably good Malcolm went," Sara remarked.

Slade made a noise of understanding. "Nice work." He paused, then tilted his head. "What happened to not sharing your secrets?"

"Partners, right?" Malcolm asked.

Behind his mask, Slade smiled for the first time that day. "Yes," he agreed. "Partners."

"You two are damn good partners," Ollie said. "When you're not bickering like children."

"Let's be honest, especially when we're bickering."

"That is... not true."

Kara Danvers

Oliver and Kara walked through the Jackals base, Kara's gaze sweeping back and forth, searching for Jackals. She felt Oliver's hand on her arm and turned to see him nod to a door on the other side of the hall. She nodded, and they lightly ran over, Oliver reaching out to open the door.

Kara's head whipped around, and Oliver froze in place. "How many?" he whispered.

Kara narrowed her eyes. "Two," she answered quietly.

Oliver nodded, and the two of them hurried around the corner, searching for cover. Eventually, Oliver just pointed to the ceiling, and Kara floated up, plastering herself to the ceiling as Oliver hid behind one of the many storage shelves. Two Jackals walked by, both with machine guns, and Kara dropped down onto one of them, punching him out with one fist in the side of the head. Oliver charged the other, knocking his head into the floor.

Kara stood up, looking around, then pointed. "Over there."

Oliver followed her to a table nearby, and he smiled. "Nice job finding the detonator."

Kara nodded, reaching for it, then paused, seeing the schematics on the table. "Hang on."

Oliver frowned, reading them as well. "What the hell?" he whispered in shock. He looked up, only to freeze when Kara tapped his fingers extremely lightly. "What?" he whispered even quieter.

Kara swallowed. "Someone's coming up behind us."

Oliver closed his eyes. "Run."

"What?" she looked at him in surprise.

Oliver just reached for the gun in the back of his jeans. "Run!"

Kara sprinted off, trusting Oliver as he spun around, facing off against Nylander as Kara ran to find a new place to hide, evading Jackals whenever she saw them.

"I'm gonna go find my daughter, and murder her," Laurel said.

"No, you're not."

"Malcolm let me go!"

"Sit, count backwards from 1,000, and think of warm brownies," Malcolm said.