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Green Arrow #6: Timing is Everything
Why would my father hide something like this from us, his own family, for so long? While he had many secrets, I didn't ever consider him being part of something like this.. A secret society, made up of Star City's wealthiest. Adam Hunt, Cyrus Vanch, Martin Somers, Malcolm Morrison, and my father just to name a few members of Tempest. If these articles are any indication, my father's not the only one with something to hide. Like Ken Williams.. He got all of his money through pyramid schemes, stealing millions from home owners. Covered up, thanks to that newfound wealth of his. Once again, the little man is run over by the one who has money. They can get away with whatever they want, which isn't right. Ironic, coming from billionaire, Oliver Queen, I know. But as I've said before, I'm a different person now.. That island, Lian Yu, changed me..
I'm getting ready to go, when I notice the bottom drawer of a file cabinet open. Crouching down, I flick through the files, until one in particular catches my eye. Moira Queen. I start looking through the file after grabbing it from the drawer. Inside, are pictures of my mother, and Tommy's dad, Arthur King. The first couple of photos are innocent enough, with them talking. However, I wasn't ready for what came next. My mother, kissing Arthur King. My mom, was having an affair with my best friend's dad. Something straight out of a soap opera. Which begs the question, who took these photos? If it was my dad, he could've tried to use this as leverage against Arthur.. Which just may have lead to his death. I mean there isn't any evidence so far, connecting Arthur to the shooter who killed my dad, but he does have motive for wanting my dad dead. Of course, this theory all depends on Arthur knowing that my dad knew about the affair.
"Sorry to interrupt Oliver, but we have to go now. Someone's coming." I hear Diggle say, coming from the main room. Guess I'll have to come back some other time to investigate this further.. But I'm taking this list with me. Placing the file back where I found it, I grab the notebook, containing the list of names, and place it into the inside pocket of my jacket, before following Diggle out of the warehouse.
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Later, Star City National Trust
"We have to go now! There's only a few minutes left before police arrive. Making it to the exit alone takes 45 seconds." My boss says impatiently, adjusting his glasses, and looking at his watch, before looking at the rest of us. We gather what we can, before leaving the vault, with dufflebags full of money.
"But sir--" I'm about to protest more, when he speaks up.
"It's Clock King to you, Second Hand." He interrupts, glaring at me, which is enough to shut me up.
"That silly name again? You know no one takes you seriously with a name like that." One of the others, Dale, says, to which Clock King responds with a shot of his gun, a shot that just barely misses, impacting in the wall behind Dale. It's at this point that the gun is shot out of the King's hand, by an arrow of all things. This causes the rest of us Second Hands to drop our dufflebags.
" Shit shit shit! I thought that hood guy was a myth! " Alec screams, before aiming and firing at where the arrow came from. Unfortunately, it's just a waste of bullets, as the Hood's already down on the ground with us, quickly firing off an arrow to entrap Dale, before Alec charges at him. The Hood is able to block Alec's punches with his bow, before smacking Alec across the jaw with it. Just like that, Alec's pretty much down for the count.
"You shouldn't be here. How could I have miscalculated something like this? It-- it isn't possible.." The boss stammers, diving for his gun. Not that it matters though, as the gun is all but useless now. Damnit, we're clearly out of our league here.. He's picking us off one by one.
"I shouldn't be here?! That's rich, coming from the guy robbing this bank. Can't say they don't deserve it, but this'll effect innocent people. Good, hard working, people. Also, Clock King? A little on the cheesy side, don't ya think?" The Hood replies, the voice clearly modulated, diving behind the counter, as I'm shooting round after round, trying to hit the guy. Lucky for him, I'm not a very good shot. He quickly pops up from behind the counter to shoot yet another arrow, which takes the gun out of my hand with ease.
"Why does it matter? It's not like the wealthy are doing anything valuable with the money they put here. This is all their money.. It just sits here, wasting away, while everyone else suffers.. I need this money." the King answers, fuming with rage, as he grabs Dale's gun. He unloads the rest of the clip into the counter, now too frantic to think clearly.
"Here's a thought, get a job! One that's legal. That way, you don't find yourself in prison." This Hood is trying everything he, or she, can to not laugh, readjusting their position once me and my boss are reloading. It's hard to get a read on where exactly the Hood is when there's now so much smoke everywhere.
"Easy for you to say, when you haven't lived the life I have!" Is my leader's response, as he picks up the duffle bags, before running away.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that." Are the last words I hear, before I'm hit by what I'm assuming is the Hood's bow, my body hitting the floor rather hard.
POV Change
With three Second Hands down, all that remains is their oh so fearless leader, Clock King. He has a headstart, as I took the time to take down the final Second Hand. I will say, I'm surprised a guy naming himself Clock King doesn't have a clock logo anywhere in sight. Not even some fancy clock helmet either. He's slowing down however, as I catch up not even a minute later. I nock and fire multiple arrows on either side of him, which causes him to stop in his place. He even goes so far as to go down on his hands and knees.
"Please.. I need this money for my sister. You see, I don't have very long left.. I just wanted her to be set for life, before I passed.." The man pleads, even tearing up. I can see he's clearly exhausted.
"This isn't the right way-" I'm about to say more, but I feel a slight prick in my neck, which causes me to collapse on the sidewalk. Looking up, all I see, before blacking out completely, is a woman standing over me, with short blonde hair, and a black domino mask.
Green Arrow #6: Timing is Everything
Why would my father hide something like this from us, his own family, for so long? While he had many secrets, I didn't ever consider him being part of something like this.. A secret society, made up of Star City's wealthiest. Adam Hunt, Cyrus Vanch, Martin Somers, Malcolm Morrison, and my father just to name a few members of Tempest. If these articles are any indication, my father's not the only one with something to hide. Like Ken Williams.. He got all of his money through pyramid schemes, stealing millions from home owners. Covered up, thanks to that newfound wealth of his. Once again, the little man is run over by the one who has money. They can get away with whatever they want, which isn't right. Ironic, coming from billionaire, Oliver Queen, I know. But as I've said before, I'm a different person now.. That island, Lian Yu, changed me..
I'm getting ready to go, when I notice the bottom drawer of a file cabinet open. Crouching down, I flick through the files, until one in particular catches my eye. Moira Queen. I start looking through the file after grabbing it from the drawer. Inside, are pictures of my mother, and Tommy's dad, Arthur King. The first couple of photos are innocent enough, with them talking. However, I wasn't ready for what came next. My mother, kissing Arthur King. My mom, was having an affair with my best friend's dad. Something straight out of a soap opera. Which begs the question, who took these photos? If it was my dad, he could've tried to use this as leverage against Arthur.. Which just may have lead to his death. I mean there isn't any evidence so far, connecting Arthur to the shooter who killed my dad, but he does have motive for wanting my dad dead. Of course, this theory all depends on Arthur knowing that my dad knew about the affair.
"Sorry to interrupt Oliver, but we have to go now. Someone's coming." I hear Diggle say, coming from the main room. Guess I'll have to come back some other time to investigate this further.. But I'm taking this list with me. Placing the file back where I found it, I grab the notebook, containing the list of names, and place it into the inside pocket of my jacket, before following Diggle out of the warehouse.
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Later, Star City National Trust
"We have to go now! There's only a few minutes left before police arrive. Making it to the exit alone takes 45 seconds." My boss says impatiently, adjusting his glasses, and looking at his watch, before looking at the rest of us. We gather what we can, before leaving the vault, with dufflebags full of money.
"But sir--" I'm about to protest more, when he speaks up.
"It's Clock King to you, Second Hand." He interrupts, glaring at me, which is enough to shut me up.
"That silly name again? You know no one takes you seriously with a name like that." One of the others, Dale, says, to which Clock King responds with a shot of his gun, a shot that just barely misses, impacting in the wall behind Dale. It's at this point that the gun is shot out of the King's hand, by an arrow of all things. This causes the rest of us Second Hands to drop our dufflebags.
" Shit shit shit! I thought that hood guy was a myth! " Alec screams, before aiming and firing at where the arrow came from. Unfortunately, it's just a waste of bullets, as the Hood's already down on the ground with us, quickly firing off an arrow to entrap Dale, before Alec charges at him. The Hood is able to block Alec's punches with his bow, before smacking Alec across the jaw with it. Just like that, Alec's pretty much down for the count.
"You shouldn't be here. How could I have miscalculated something like this? It-- it isn't possible.." The boss stammers, diving for his gun. Not that it matters though, as the gun is all but useless now. Damnit, we're clearly out of our league here.. He's picking us off one by one.
"I shouldn't be here?! That's rich, coming from the guy robbing this bank. Can't say they don't deserve it, but this'll effect innocent people. Good, hard working, people. Also, Clock King? A little on the cheesy side, don't ya think?" The Hood replies, the voice clearly modulated, diving behind the counter, as I'm shooting round after round, trying to hit the guy. Lucky for him, I'm not a very good shot. He quickly pops up from behind the counter to shoot yet another arrow, which takes the gun out of my hand with ease.
"Why does it matter? It's not like the wealthy are doing anything valuable with the money they put here. This is all their money.. It just sits here, wasting away, while everyone else suffers.. I need this money." the King answers, fuming with rage, as he grabs Dale's gun. He unloads the rest of the clip into the counter, now too frantic to think clearly.
"Here's a thought, get a job! One that's legal. That way, you don't find yourself in prison." This Hood is trying everything he, or she, can to not laugh, readjusting their position once me and my boss are reloading. It's hard to get a read on where exactly the Hood is when there's now so much smoke everywhere.
"Easy for you to say, when you haven't lived the life I have!" Is my leader's response, as he picks up the duffle bags, before running away.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that." Are the last words I hear, before I'm hit by what I'm assuming is the Hood's bow, my body hitting the floor rather hard.
POV Change
With three Second Hands down, all that remains is their oh so fearless leader, Clock King. He has a headstart, as I took the time to take down the final Second Hand. I will say, I'm surprised a guy naming himself Clock King doesn't have a clock logo anywhere in sight. Not even some fancy clock helmet either. He's slowing down however, as I catch up not even a minute later. I nock and fire multiple arrows on either side of him, which causes him to stop in his place. He even goes so far as to go down on his hands and knees.
"Please.. I need this money for my sister. You see, I don't have very long left.. I just wanted her to be set for life, before I passed.." The man pleads, even tearing up. I can see he's clearly exhausted.
"This isn't the right way-" I'm about to say more, but I feel a slight prick in my neck, which causes me to collapse on the sidewalk. Looking up, all I see, before blacking out completely, is a woman standing over me, with short blonde hair, and a black domino mask.