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[COLOR=red][indent][sub][I]The Glades of Star City[/I] - [I]A Few Days Later[/I][/sub][sup][right]Issue 2.01.04: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXhuso4OTG4]Renegade[/url][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [I]None[/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [I]Issue 2.01.03: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5002111]Lady[/url][/I][/right][/SUP][/indent][/color]

It was a rather unassuming building. A warehouse just south of the Glades, in a small industrial park. Roy recognized the names of the other company warehouses and office buildings, since he had become very familiar with them: they were Queen subsidiaries, after all. Of course, the place they were going had no clear signs besides the “Keep Out” and “Private Property” signs that littered the property.

The building looked more like a shed than anything else, with only one door clearly visible. Next to the door was a simple keypad, which Roy approached. He began typing in a sequence of thirty numbers, after which a small panel in the wall next to the keypad opened up to reveal a blue screen and camera. Roy placed his hand on the screen, and watched as it scanned his fingerprints while the camera focused in on his face. After a few moments, the screen began to glow green, and the series of locks on the door all simultaneously clicked.

Inside the shed was simply two benches with over the shoulder seat belts that seemed far more fitting in an automobile than a building like this. Roy sat down and buckled up, motioning for Grace to join. She followed suit, and the two sat under the glow of a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. That is, until the ground beneath them seemed to fall. The floor around the benches immediately began to plummet into the earth, in what was clearly some sort of strange elevator. Then, in but an instant, the elevator slowed down rapidly and then jolted to a stop. The lightbulb still dangled high above, though the facility the two found themselves in was incredibly complex. Display cases showcased a few variant costumes Roy had developed years before for his use as Speedy, as well as various quivers and bows.


Of course, a few half-opened cases that Roy had never had the time to clean up before he shipped himself off to rehab were still filled with various high-end gadgets and guns. Most of this remained to the side of the relatively stark silver room. In the center, though, was a desk with a monitor, a keyboard, and a mouse, all connected to wires that ran into the ground below. Roy gave a nod towards the computer, but immediately made his way towards one of the open cases. He reached in, picked up a rather large sidearm and loaded it with a readied magazine. Grace tilted her head in confusion for a moment, even more so when Roy turned the gun in her direction. [color=orange]”What do you th-“[/color]

[color=red]”You can step out now.”[/color]

Grace’s face was still plastered with confusion, until she heard steps behind her. She hadn’t bothered to look behind to notice that there was a small space behind the “elevator” hidden behind a wall, and that a woman wearing jeans and an oversized t-shirt with her arms held high had been hiding in that spot nearly a moment before. She glared at Roy. [color=yellow]”How did you know I was here. I kept the place spotless.”[/color]

Roy nodded towards the desk at the center of the room. [color=red]”I didn’t use a mouse last time I was here. I used a Trackball.”[/color]

The intruder glared at Roy as she kept her hands raised in surrender. [color=yellow]”I had to make upgrades. Your shit couldn’t get the job done.”[/color] Her voice was surprisingly calm and forceful, with not even a hint of fear.

[color=red]”Sorry, haven’t been here in over a decade. Want to tell me why you’re here?”[/color]

[color=yellow]”Put the gun down and maybe I’ll tell you.”[/color]

[color=red]”Why would I do that?”[/color]

[color=yellow]”You want to find out?”[/color]

Grace gave a small smile as she watched the two stare each other down unflinchingly, before finally stepping between the two and holding a hand out in Roy’s direction. [color=orange]”I swear to the gods, I will knock sense into both of you if you don't settle down. Now.”[/color]

He relented, sliding the sidearm into the waistband of his jeans while the intruder lowered her hands. She instantly began making her way towards the center console, only to be stopped with a sudden jerking motion as Grace’s hand grasped around her arm and holding her in place for a moment. [color=orange]”That doesn’t mean you have free reign of the place, darling. You’ve got some questions to answer.”[/color]

The intruder raised an eyebrow towards Grace and attempted to yank her arm away, only to find the grip tighten. In a relenting sigh, she responded, [color=yellow]”I’m a hacker. I got curious when Oliver Queen and the Green Arrow disappeared around the same time, only weeks apart. Decided to do some digging, and managed to find the perfect spot when it turned out that recurring payments for a small warehouse plot were still coming from an offshore account in an industrial park owned by Queen Industries. Didn’t realize I’d find the perfect hangout.”[/color]

Roy rolled his eyes, and began walking over to the terminal while Grace held the intruder in place. With a few quick taps, the monitor hummed to life. A few more, and Roy began tracing through some of the intruder’s current work. Until he found some anonymous post on a backwater forum that the intruder just happened to sign. The vigilante turned his gaze towards the woman still caught in Grace’s grasp. [color=red]”I’ve seen that name… which means you’re the mythical Quake who leaked the Vlatavan Report. SHIELD offers a fine bounty for your capture.”[/color]

[color=yellow]”I guess that makes two of us, then.”[/color] Her voice had softened significantly, and Quake turned her gaze towards Grace Choi. [color=yellow]”You must be the accomplice Roy worked with in busting the meta trafficking ring.”[/color]

Grace raised an eyebrow and tightened her grip. [color=orange]”How in Hades do you know he had an accomplice?”[/color]

Quake turned her gaze towards the ground. [color=yellow]”I… I was there. Lured me in with a job offer, wanted to meet in person. Must have picked up how I was posting about meta-rights, and figured out I was one too. So as soon as I was free and out of there, I ran and did my best to find a place where no one would ever find me. Well, except for you two. But you two are much ruder up close.”[/color]

Roy and Grace shared a look before the latter finally let go of Quake's shoulder. Quake rubbed her slightly bruised bicep while Roy worked on typing away at the console. He tossed a question out over his shoulder. [color=red]"In the spirit of fairness... what's your name?"[/color]

Quake stood dumbstruck for a moment by the question, before finally just shaking off the confusion with her head. [color=yellow]"Daisy. Daisy Johnson."[/color]

Roy finished tapping on the console, logging out of the system to reveal a fresh log-in screen. He spun on his right foot and faced the trespasser with a smile. [color=red]"Alright then, here's the deal Daisy: You need a place to lie low, and I happen to be in need of someone who can break into a few servers to track some people down for me. Sound fair to you?"[/color]

Daisy's lips curled into a sly grin. [color=yellow]"I think I can do that."[/color]