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[sub][hr][/sub][COLOR=Green][indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=Green][I]Starling City, California
[/I] - [I]Late Evening[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]Issue #1.01:[/b] [COLOR=Green][I]First Strike, Part 1[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][/indent][/color][sub][hr][/sub]

[indent]Mia Dearden braced herself as the van took a sharp turn.  There were no windows in the back to make sure the cargo was unable to tell where they were going, the cargo being young girls on their way to a mansion designed to cater to the richest of tastes.  Essentially the location was using the tried and true method of hiding a tree in a forest.  A mansion in one of the richest parts of town.

It wasn't very often Mia was sent to the mansion for work but she was young, pretty, and blonde, which hit the check lists of quite a few richer clients.  Her pimp was always quite ecstatic whenever she was chosen, obviously because of the huge amount of cash that flowed into his bank account each time.  Mia was also happy to go, not because she had a chance of being treated a lot better there, but because it could give her the opportunity to make a break for it once and for all.

Before long the van crept to a stop and the back door was pulled wide open, causing all the girls inside to squint despite it already being evening.  Men in suits, pretending to be rich body guards, quickly motioned for them to make their way into the mansion.  The girls filed out and headed toward their destination, though Mia quickly took stock of her surroundings to try and see if there was an escape route.  There would be eyes watching of course but considering the location, they wouldn't be able to put up too much of a presence or risk exposing their operation, this would be her best chance to escape.

One of the girls started crying as they were marched up to the front door.  One look at her and Mia could tell it was the poor girl's first time, no doubt someone was paying quite a high price for her.  Mia hugged her as they went in to try and calm her down.  "There, there, everything will be alright.  They can't afford to treat us bad as long as we're here."

While her statement was somewhat true, about them needing to be treated somewhat better on this type of business, everything was certainly not going to be alright and Mia knew that.  While she was already damaged and used to it, this girl would be changed forever after the night was over.  Mia wished she could save her from her fate as well, but the best she could hope was to escape by herself if the chance presented itself.

She sent up a silent prayer as they were separated from each other and sent to different rooms in the house, the poor girl crying as she was dragged down the hall to her doom.  Mia looked straight ahead as she was directed to her own buyer, face hard as stone as she readied herself for whatever was to come.[/indent]

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[indent]Oliver grumbled to himself from his position in one of the very large trees on the mansion grounds.  He didn't want to believe that things had progressed this far but the evidence in front of his eyes was quite damaging.  After listening to the conversation he gleaned from the party, he had been able to pinpoint this location as ground zero for a sex-trafficking spot.  It was doubly sickening as this very mansion had been one he had gone to parties at multiple times when he was younger.  Had he just not noticed anything when he was young and naive?  Or had he just blinded himself to the wrong being done there.

Through his binoculars Oliver watched as a white van with no back windows went into the driveway and deposited about five young girls at its front door, before driving away, no doubt intending to come back for a pickup in a few hours.  The mansion itself was rather quiet and dark, meaning that there was no party currently in progress.  This meant that it was being exclusively used as a temporary brothel for the rich that night.  Oliver resisted the urge to chase after the van and stayed as still as he could, letting the darkness and the leaves camouflage his dark green suit.  Oliver wanted to rush in right away and save the girls, but if he was found out prematurely, the girls lives could be put in danger.

Thankfully it was fairly obvious the sex-traffickers were trying to keep things pretty hush-hush as the guard placements were just above minimum security at best.  They were there mostly to check for anything suspicious outside and to prevent anyone escaping from the inside, they weren't expecting much to actually happen.  This would give him the chance to put his plan into action and shut down, at least this particular operation.  Until he got a lead on the leaders of the crime active in Starling City, the best he could do was attempt to shut down as many operations as he could find and try to hit them financially, the most lucrative ventures being those sponging off of Starling's richest such as the one tonight.

As soon as the coast was clear, Oliver dropped and rolled on the ground toward the house, quickly rushing a climbable section of the wall he shimmied up toward a window on the second floor.  After making sure it was empty inside Oliver opened the window and crawled inside.  Finding a hiding spot he pulled out a small, burner phone and made the call while masking his voice.

[color=Green]"Hello Police?  I want to report a suspicious person in Adams Heights.  I think It might be a burglar."[/color]  After giving his report and address, Oliver quickly shut the phone off and put it away.  He would have to break it and dump it somewhere later, but for now he needed to find the girls and make sure they could be 'rescued' by the police.  It would be his first strike against the criminals that were making life miserable for the poor and downtrodden of Starling City.

Green Arrow's war on crime had begun.[/indent]