Star Trek: Theurgy

"Material Girls"
STARDATE 57581.25
FRIDAY, MARCH 20, 2381
1000hrs
[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Walkway leading to Ibai Besi Promenade| Aldea] Attn: @Stegro88  
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The transporter effect faded from around Faye's vision, and she blinked her coal black eyes a few times, letting herself adjust to the views before her. Gone were the blue white motes of light, as reality reasserted itself. The gravity was slightly different, though by now not unfamiliar, and so too were the smells and sounds around her.  Everything was so...bright. Another tale tell trait of the cities of Aldea. This was not her first, or even second trip down to the planet that currently gave the Theurgy sanctuary. By this point in their stay, she'd been down here every few days, during her free time. Aldean styles of clothing were similar enough to those she wore on Betazed, and her home colony that she could indulge in some of her personal attire. And the beaches...well.

No, this was not her first trip. What was different this time, however, was her assigned watchdog. Now, that's mean, Faye. Security Escort. Not watchdog. The Klingon woman next to her had not been assigned to Faye to keep an eye on Faye. No, she'd been assigned to Faye to keep someone from deciding Faye looked like a tempting target to pick up. The Betazoid knew, in fact, that Mickayla - or Hanayr, as she went by when down on the planet - had been one such abductee.  And now she was back, escorting the ships sole diplomatic officer on what amounted to a glorified shopping trip.

Stepping down off the transporter station's primary pad, Faye gave a small dipping nod of her head to the transporter tech, an Aldean. Gestalt or not, she couldn't really tell. She'd been around the planet a bit and had gotten to know a few of the local's. Quite well, she thought with a smirk, remembering her first trip down with PO2 Riley Patterson. Imazdi. The word slid across her mind unbidden, with a warmth seeping into her skin that had nothing to do with the bright Aldean sun, and everything to do with the human woman. A smile split her face as she turned around, clasping her hands behind her back, as her dress' skirt flared about her ankles and calves.

"Coming, Hanayr?" she asked in a merry tone that belied her earlier disgruntled feelings. Perhaps she was laying it on a bit thick, but she could pick up a lot coming off of the Klingon woman assigned to keep her safe, and so she was compensating pretty heavily.

Faye had not wanted an escort. After all, she had protested, all she was doing was going to a highly trafficked, well guarded shopping district. Plenty of people around to keep an eye on her. And, she had added, waiving a finger, and piling on 'all due respect', she was a telepath. She'd sense anyone with ill intent coming after her. However, the ships second officer had been quite adamant. Lt. Commander Stark had put her foot down, literally and figuratively. Faye could see the woman, arms crossed under her bust, glaring up at the diplomat.  And, well aware that Faye was indeed telepathic, the Ops Chief thought quite a few things for the (slightly) younger officer to pick up.

The diplomat had returned to her quarters to change, as red in the face as her shirt collar. And when she'd reported to the transporter room a short while later, she'd done so without saying on word of protest to the agitated looking non com assigned to keep her in one piece.

Now she stood, looking up at the platform, waiting for the other woman to step off and join her. Just behind the young Betazoid was one of the long glass lined passageways that would lead down to the shopping district, under yet another bright, transparent dome. The architecture on Aldea was invigorating to the young woman, even if she preferred the open beaches to the enclosed, geodesic cities.

Bobbing up and down on her heels and toes, Faye spun again, starting into the corridor as Mickayla - Hanayr, she again reminded herself, just as she was going to be called Tess - fell in step with her. They were of a similar height, though the security officers shoes had more of a heel to them than the diplomats flat footwear. She would have gone barefoot entirely, but Aldean regulations prohibited the practice in public areas that were not parks, beaches, or other such locations.

Hands once again clasped behind her back, the dark haired junior officer grinned up at her escort. "I remember hearing something about a dress shop that, supposedly, makes some choice garments in Tholian Silk. I've always wanted to get my hands on that." It would, she had thought, make a most excellent gift for her Imzadi. Though she had not ruled out acquiring some for herself to wear. Assuming the rumor she'd learned about from overhearing Chief Warrant Officer Tarsi sh'Zhan gossiping with junior Lt. Jonas Arisaka was true. She'd only been able to get a brief surface reading fro the Andorian shen and therefore couldn't be completely sure.

That just makes this an adventure of a sorts, she thought cheerfully, as they descended toward the district doors at the far end of the glass enclosed walkway.

 [Cadet Natalie Stark | Starfleet Academy | Freshman Dorm Alpha 2 | Cross Species Accommodation | Fourth Floor ]Attn: @Jesaya  

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In truth, Natalie knew that the odds of anyone noticing they'd made alterations to their uniform were slim to none. But she was anxious about this whole thing, and thus trying to spin it all in a positive light, on the off chance that someone was very closely monitoring freshmen cadet replicator usage. Or if their uniforms fit so much better than everyone else that it was blatantly obvious. How likely that was, the human woman simply lacked the proper parameters to be sure.

When it came right down to it, even passing the Academy preparatory exam had left her lacking many parameters to accurately judge...well, anything about the Academy. She certainly hadn't expected to receive such reassuring words from the groundskeeper, after all. Nor had she, in her wildest dreams, imagined she'd be rooming with a Romulan, never mind that she had chosen the Cross Species Accommodations program. And, she was  a nudist to boot! 

The thought of which of the two was 'worse' got a giggle out of the girl, and she relaxed all the more. This is absurd. Really, she had to admit. And with that, she just gave into it all. Another small spin in place, just to make sure everything seemed to fit, and then she let herself drop back, so that her rump rested against one of the small room's two desks. The one closer to her bed, and therefore, she assumed, her work station.

Picking at the hem of her skirt now, those blue eyes of her's traveled up Vanya's legs, across her torso and chest, and eventually came to meet the other woman's distant gaze. She's as wrapped up in her thoughts as I am, Natalie decided, perhaps projecting a bit. After all, different species emoted in different ways. Every minute from here on out was going to be a learning experience. 

"It's kind of hard to imagine that in a few short hours, we'll be going through orientation. And then...classes. Physical fitness regiments. Medical check ups like...weekly.". She kept right on fondling the hem of her skirt, as her toes curled up, one foot rubbing against the back of the other leg, awkwardly. It was...real.

"I wonder how many classes are the same for all Cadets? Like, when do we branch off based on specialty?" She'd gone from being nervous about her new roommate to nervous about what came next. "All Starfleet personnel are supposed to know the basics of Engineering, First Aid. We all get some base level command instruction. Inter-species Relations. Federation History 101, and Starfleet History 102." Her voice trailed off, and she smiled sheepishly up at Vanya. 

"But here I am prattling on, and here you are, Vanya, new to Earth! Not just the Academy. Not like I know much about the planet either, I mean. Daddy only took me here a few times." She was going somewhere with that, honest, she thought she was at least, but felt like she'd gotten lost somewhere between "but", and "times."

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Today, a Character Survey was sent out, and all Theurgists may find new writing opportunities! Please reply before the 1st of September.[/size]

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Ensign Mektari Dumral | Mess Hall | USS Allegiant ] Attn: @Masorin
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Having just finished her shift and handed over the helm to Lieutenant Petterson, Mektari had made her way to the mess hall, getting herself a nice warm beverage and made her way over to a table, taking a seat.

Taking a sip, she immediately pulled out a PADD and started studying their flight path, the star charts of the area and the most recent sensor scans they had taken, wanting to know exactly what it was they were flying into, near or through. She hadn't really been paying much attention to who else might have been in the mess hall. If anybody had been in there with her though, they certainly hadn't said anything to her.

Sitting by herself, she tapped out a few notes for herself on the PADD, luckily there didn't seem to be anything on the sensors or star charts that would indicate any hazards during their journey, however that didn't mean there wouldn't be any. The star charts were a little old and stellar debris, solar storms and so on could come out of nowhere and their sensors could only scan so far ahead to warn them of any danger.

Still it should, barring any unexpected surprises be a relatively straight forward mission, at least as far as flying was concerned, which didn't bother Meki one bit. She was always happy to log in some more flight hours not to mention it got her off the ship and doing what she loved. There was very little for a helmsman to do when your ship was in drydock, not to mention the opportunity to go on a mission with the Captain, that was also  a positive.

Hearing a noise she glanced up and noticed that Salem was sitting at one of the tables across from her and glanced back down at her PADD. She'd already known that he was going on the mission, but that didn't mean she had to like it. The Tactical officer had made his feelings about her people well known and while the two had served together on the Cayuga somewhat professionally there was still some tension between the two of them. One a Cardassian and person who hated Cardassians. She didn't know his reasons nor did she particularly care. The two had pretty much adopted a you stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours relationship, whenever they weren't serving on the Bridge together and had so far managed to remain professional when both were on duty but there was always tension there.

Which was why she found it rather surprising when she heard him call her name and invite her over. Looking up from her PADD she looked over at the Human and arched an eyebrow at him, curious. Still he did outrank her and this could have been a professional request so she stood up and made her way over to his table, sitting down opposite him. Well this should be interesting she thought.

"What can I do for you sir?" she asked, while she hated calling a man such as he sir, he had at least sounded professional so far and so would she, no reason to approach this situation with hostility, that wouldn't accomplish anything, nor would she give the racist the satisfaction of getting one over on her, especially when they would be stuck on this ship with the Captain for the next four days.

Chapter 13 - Accusations And Explanations

"And that is when the man, Ankov, you said his name was," Laurel explained slowly. "That was when he knocked me to the ground and started choking me."

"And what happened next," the detective asked her gently. This was a fellow officer's daughter after all. "Take your time, no rush."

"It's ok," Laurel said. "I could hardly breathe, seeing stars. And then he was there."

"The vigilante?" the detective prodded.

"Yes," Laurel confirmed as the detective made a note on the form before him. "He kicked him off me and I could suddenly breathe again. I struggled to catch my breath and when I finally did, I looked around."

"And what did you see?" the detective asked.

"The archer, the vigilante," Laurel corrected. "He had Ankov on the ground, kneeling. He dropped his bow and walked around behind him. He drew a knife and pulled the man's head back. He said one word and then he cut Ankov's throat."

"One last question, Miss Lance," the detective said gently. "What was the word he said?"

"Justice," Laurel answered. "He said Justice." The detective made a few final notes before he stood.

"Thank you for your time Miss Lance. You have been very helpful," he said as Laurel stood as well. "If there is anything else, we'll be in touch."

"You know how to find me," Laurel replied before turning to leave. Her exit was blocked though by a sudden inrush of patrolmen; patrolmen surrounding one Oliver Queen as they herded him towards an interrogation room. Spotting her father following the group, Laurel stepped forward. "Dad, what's going on?"

"What's going on?" Detective Lance repeated victoriously. "I just arrested the vigilante. That's what's going on."

"Oliver?" Laurel questioned, stunned. There was no way Oliver could be the vigilante in her mind.

"Yeah," Lance stated. "I gotta go. I have an interrogation to begin." Laurel stood in shock and watched as her father turned and walked away.

#Arrow#

"I hope the cuffs aren't too tight," Lance said as he entered the room, flicking the door shut behind him. "We wouldn't want you diving out another window."

"Detective Lance, I know you don't have a high opinion of me, but this," Oliver said, lifting his hands to show him the hand cuffs. "Is ludicrous. I am not the vigilante."

"Actually, my opinion of you is practically non-existent. Has been for quite some time. But that is not why you are here," Lance replied as he sat down opposite Oliver, dropping a file on the desk. "You are here because you are a bow wielding vigilante. And that, in case you haven't heard, is against the law."

"Have you forgotten, Detective Lance? The vigilante rescued myself and Tommy Merlyn from a kidnapping attempt just days after my return," Oliver pointed out.

"Yeah, convenient timing on that one," Lance observed. "Especially as Mr Merlyn cannot corroborate your version of events."

"There is no 'my version' of events," Oliver argued calmly. "There is just the truth."

You want to know the truth?" Lance asked pointedly. "The truth is that I should have shot you down at the docks when I had the chance."

"Detective, I am not who you think I am," Oliver tried to reason. 

"Oh, you are exactly who I think you are," Lance replied angrily. "You're a menace to society who doesn't care about hurting others. Whether it is with bows a arrows or trust funds and yachts."

"You hate me Detective. I understand and probably deserve that," Oliver said calmly before his voice solidified. "But that does not make me a vigilante."

"No, it doesn't," Lance agreed. "But evidence does make you a murderer."

"What evidence?" Oliver asked, still remaining calm. Lance was about to answer when there was a knock at the door followed by a patrolmen opening it.

"His parents and fiancé are here," he announced to Lance. Oliver noticed that the detective actually grimaced at those words.

"Tell them to wait," Lance ordered. "I'm conducting an interrogation here."

"I demand to see my son," Moira Queen said as she stormed into the room; Walter and Nyssa following close behind.

"Excuse me!" Lance exclaimed, staring in askance at the patrolmen who was already exiting the room. "Can't you see I'm busy here?"

"Detective Lance," Moira began, focusing her ire onto the man who had arrested her son. "I know you hate my family but I did not believe that your anger would extend into a vendetta against it. You have no grounds to arrest my son."

"Oh, I got plenty of grounds to arrest him on," Lance stated. "Your son is a murderer and I have the evidence to prove it."

"Well, as Mr Queen's attorney is on his way, I'm sure you will be willing to present that evidence to him when he arrives," Walter said in his usual business tone. "Until his arrival, however, this interrogation is over."

"Sure thing," Lance said in a snarky tone as he stood, picked up the folder and headed out of the room. "You got fifteen minutes."

"That man is becoming intolerable," Moira declared once the door shut.

"Detective Lance does appear to be on some kind of personal vendetta," Walter observed.

"He probably is to one degree or another," Oliver agreed with his step-father. "He blames me for the death of his daughter. And I don't completely disagree with that."

"Oliver," Nyssa called, speaking for the first time since entering the room. "We talked about this. What happened five years ago is in the past. You can try to make amends but do not wallow in the past or it will swallow you up."

"Quite true Nyssa," Walter said.

"Be that as it may," Moira broke in. "The important thing is not to say anything to Detective Lance, or anyone, until your attorney is present."

"I agree," Oliver said calmly. "I want Laurel."

"Really Oliver," Moira scoffed with Walter equally disbelieving. "I don't think her objectivity can be countered on here."

"Besides Nyssa, Laurel knows me better than anyone," Oliver explained. "She knows that I could never be this green-hooded vigilante."

"Laurel," Nyssa began. "She does seem to be quite determined when she sets her mind to a task. Perhaps that can be of use here."

"Exactly," Oliver continued. "Detective Lance raised her to do the right thing which includes defending an innocent man. So mom," Oliver pleaded. "Please, just ask her."

"Alright," Moira agreed with a bow of her head. 

"Thank you," Oliver said gratefully. "Now if I could speak to Nyssa for a moment." Moira and Walter said nothing as they exited the interview room, leaving Nyssa behind.

"Oliver, I do not like this," Nyssa expressed as soon as they were alone. "This is too soon."

"We knew that this was likely to happen sooner or later," Oliver replied, still maintaining his calmness. "We planned accordingly."

"It was not supposed to happen yet," Nyssa argued. "But what is done is done."

"Exactly," Oliver said as he reached up with his handcuffed hands. Nyssa sat down opposite her husband and held his hands. "Now, as planned, we need to carry on as if this is nothing but an inconvenience. I am innocent and we are not worried about whatever charges Lance can bring against me." 

"I am not comfortable leaving you restrained and confined husband," Nyssa said, barely above a whisper. "It does not become you."

"It's not actually that uncomfortable," Oliver whispered light-heartedly. "Training with the league was worse."

"Oliver..." Nyssa started.

"How's Zayda?" Oliver interrupted, trying to distract Nyssa. It almost worked, as Nyssa levelled a glare at him before smirking.

"You know I don't know the answer to that," Nyssa pointed out.

"I do know that," Oliver confirmed with a smile. "Go see her Nyssa. I will be fine here."

"That is yet to be seen," Nyssa said as she stood. She walked around the table and kissed her husband, hard. "Be careful."

"I will. Promise," Oliver promised. Nyssa looked at him one last time before turning and exiting the room.  

#Arrow#

"Zayda!" Nyssa called as she stood outside the door of the apartment. She had a key and truly didn't need one to gain entry but that was not her way. "It's Nyssa, Zayda. Can I come in?" She heard movement from within the apartment and then the door was unlocked and open before her, revealing Sin standing there with a large bruise around her left eye. "Are you alright Zayda?"

"I've had worse. Where were you?" Sin asked in an accusatory tone, blocking Nyssa's entrance.

"I am sorry I was not able to get to you before those men did," Nyssa apologised. "I was unexpectedly detained."

"That have anything to do with the guy in black that rescued me or the other man that he met with later on that roof up there?" Sin questioned as she pointed up at the rooftop across from her door. "Not that I'm ungrateful for him stopping those guys. I probably wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for him."

"It is distantly related," Nyssa admitted. "But I cannot go into that."

"Why not?" Sin demanded. "That guy, he fought like you did." 

"Zayda," Nyssa said softly. "What you are asking about is not something to be spoken of outside." Without hesitation, Sin stepped aside and allowed Nyssa to enter before shutting and locking the door behind her.

"So spill. What's with the guy in black and why weren't you able to come?" Sin asked. Nyssa had worried about this. That someone would catch her out, she just never had thought it would have been Sin.

"The questions that you are asking, the answers, they come at a price," Nyssa cautioned. She knew that someone would find out eventually; not even her father could keep people alive and still keep something a complete secret forever. But she was unwilling to directly involve them in something that could very easily get them killed just for knowing about it. "And it is not, as you say, cheap."

"Seems like the answers are worth the price," Sin reasoned, her hands in her pockets. "Especially if it leads to me being as badass as you or the guy who saved me."

"What is this, badass?" Nyssa asked, clueless. This caused Sin to stare at her in complete shock. 

"Really?" Sin asked in exasperation.

"I do not know what that word means," Nyssa said, still having no idea.

"What have you been living under a rock or something?" Sin questioned as she sat down on the couch.

"Something like that, Zayda," Nyssa answered ruefully. "Now tell me, what is a badass?"

"A badass is you," Sin said simply. At Nyssa's look she tried to explain further. "A badass is tough, strong, a fighter. She doesn't take shit from anyone. It's a good thing, trust me."

"I do trust you, Zayda," Nyssa replied, surprising herself with how truthful she felt she was being. "And you wish to be a badass as well?"

"Hell yes,' Sin agreed without hesitation. "No one would mess with me if I could fight like you can."

"Then it is a good thing that I can teach you," Nyssa said, thinking up a solution to her problem. 

"You can?" Sin asked, wanting to be sure.

"I can," Nyssa confirmed with a smile. "Again, it will not be easy. But I will make you a promise."

"What promise is that," Sin asked, curious.

"The day you complete your training or can take me down," Nyssa described, careful to put in the option. "Then I will answer any and all questions that you wish to ask."

"Really? Anything I want to ask?" Sin queried in excitement.

"Anything Zayda," Nyssa declared, smiling at her young friend's excitement. "Assuming of course that you do one of those two things that I have said."

"When do we start then?" Sin asked, her excitement overflowing.

"Right now," Nyssa said, her face and voice hardening a little. "First lesson..."

#Arrow#

"It's not as bad as it looks, mom," Oliver said, trying to comfort his mother who stood with Walter.

"It is not?" Moira questioned as she watched the police officer attach the monitor to her son's ankle. "Then would you kindly tell me what is worse than my son being under house arrest and facing a murder charge, because I don't know what is."

"That's it," the officer said as he completed his task. "Now, this device is directly connected to the precinct. Stay within 100m of the house and you're golden. Any questions?"

"Yes, what about going to the garage, pool and front driveway?" Oliver asked immediately to the confusion of his family.

"Garage and pool are okay," the officer replied swiftly. "Step on the gravel and a SWAT team will be by to forcibly subdue you."

"Thank you, officer," Oliver said. The cop nodded and showed himself out. Once he had exited, Oliver turned to Walter. "Walter, do you think it would be possible for me to work from home. It seems that my ability to come to the office has been severely curtailed for the foreseeable future."

"I don't believe that it will be a problem," Walter said after thinking for a moment. "I will speak to Hanna and Miss Smoak and have them organise things with you. But Oliver, don't you think you should be more concerned about your defence?"

"Walter, I'm not a lawyer. I will let Laurel handle the legal things while I continue on with my life. I am innocent of these charges and a trial will prove that," Oliver explained. "Thank you for speaking with Hanna and Felicity," Oliver said before looking at his mom. "Mom, would you be open to converting one of the spare rooms we have into a home office for me? I probably shouldn't work out of the sitting room and I'm not even contemplating working out of my bedroom."

"If you are determined to continue on as normal then I don't think it would be too much to ask for a room to accommodate your travel restrictions," Moira acquiesced after looking at her son a moment. "I believe there are a few suitable rooms in the east wing."

"Thanks mom," Oliver said cheerfully as he climbed to his feet. "Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to walk around a bit to get used to this."

#Arrow#

"That is going to complicate things," Nyssa observed as she pointed at the monitor strapped to her beloved's ankle. "Removing it would be simple. Removing it without alerting the police to its removal would cost you a foot."

"Which I am not prepared to lose," Oliver stated. "I've called Diggle to come and speak with us. We are going to need his help with Mueller."

"I could do it alone, husband," Nyssa said. "I have done so often in the past."

"I know. And I fully intend on you participating," Oliver said as he sat down next to Nyssa. "But it will be easier with his help. And a gauge of his loyalty."

"You can come in Saqr, no need to be shy," Nyssa called out towards the bay window. She heard one of the doors unlatch and open before quietly shutting again.

"I failed again," Saqr noted as he knelt. 

"Saqr, the day you successfully sneak up on the two of us together, we will be very dead," Oliver pointed out calmly. "Now, why did Ra's al Ghul send you to Starling City? His proclamation was quite clear. This is our crusade and we are not to have any help from the League."

"As a precaution Al Sah-him," Saqr answered, still kneeling.

"Precaution against what?" Nyssa asked. "My father is not known for going back on his word."

"Precaution against the actions that might be taken by other parties that are even now converging on this city," Saqr explained. "Word reached Nanda Parbat of multiple H.I.V.E agents and operatives being directed here along with several federal agencies. There is even word that She has sent assassins here."

"Oh, She has," Nyssa confirmed without pause. "But they were subsequently dealt with when they confronted us."

"More will come, as you know," Saqr said. "I was commanded to report here to you both and remain close by in case more direct action was required. I was also commanded to not interfere with your mission to cleanse this city."

"Waller told us much the same thing, though she was less forthcoming on who exactly was coming," Nyssa said, her voice carrying a hint of her anger. Further speech was stopped by a knock at the door. Nyssa nodded at the window even as Saqr was already disappearing out it.

"Yep?" Oliver called out as the window was shut. The bedroom door opened and Diggle entered quietly. "Thank you for coming."

"Shut the door, Mr Diggle," Nyssa added quietly. Diggle complied with the request before walking across the room.

"I guess it was just a matter of time before the police or someone caught up with you," Diggle said.

"Except that they didn't," Oliver stated calmly.

"All of the evidence that the police have is circumstantial at best," Nyssa described, equally calm. "Most of it is barely past coincidental."

"It was always part of the plan to be arrested Dig," Oliver said to Diggle's surprise. "It just happened a little earlier than planned."

"You wanted to get arrested?" Dig asked incredulously.

"Well, sooner or later someone was going to make the connection between my return and the appearance of the vigilante a few days later," Oliver pointed out. "This way, we were supposed to control when it happened."

"Oliver, your family is freaking out downstairs," Diggle revealed adamantly. "Was that part of your plan when you decided to deliver yourself to the cops?"

"They will recover, Mr Diggle," Nyssa said. "A little hardship now will bring great reward later."

"I hope you're right Nyssa," Diggle replied, calming slightly. "Because your mother and sister just got you back Oliver, and now you are going to put them through a trial?"

"There won't be a trial," Oliver declared as he stood and walked across to his desk. "But enough of that. The mission comes first." Oliver opened his laptop to show Dig a news article.

"Who is he?" Dig asked.

"His name is Leo Mueller and he is suspected in the theft of over a hundred M249 Squad Automatic Weapons," Oliver explained. "Last night, he arrived in Starling City to sell those weapons."

"I think you're in more than enough trouble this week to consider taking on this guy aswell," Dig argued.

"As I am sure you are aware, Mr Diggle," Nyssa spoke up. "The M249 is a military-grade weapon. It would turn the streets of Starling City into a warzone."

"And Oliver is under house arrest," Dig pointed out. "How do you plan on working around that?"

"I have a few ideas," Oliver hedged. "For now, I just want you and Nyssa to track this guy and try and figure out when and where he plans on selling the weapons."

"And how am I supposed to track him?" Dig asked pointedly. "My nose isn't that great."

"Well you know us billionaire vigilantes," Oliver said with a smirk. "We do so love our toys."

"Come Mr Diggle," Nyssa commanded, standing. "The night is young."

#Arrow#

"The foundry?" Diggle asked as Nyssa led him deeper into the abandoned building. "Now I see why Oliver wants to build a club here. It's the perfect alibi."

"It is sufficient for our purposes," Nyssa said as she led Diggle down a flight of stairs. At the bottom, she turned on the lights to reveal where she and her husband worked from to cleanse Starling City. Diggle stepped around her and began to explore. He stopped at one of the tables and carefully touched the tip of one of the arrows; testing it.

"Ow!" he exclaimed, rubbing his finger. "That's sharp."

"Indeed it is," Nyssa agreed. "The trackers should be in the small black case behind you." She watch as Diggle found the case in question and opened it up. 

"Oooh," Diggle orated in admiration as he picked up one of the devices. He turned it on and listened to it beep once. "Oh, that is sweet."

"Welcome to our parlour, John Diggle," Nyssa said invitingly.