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[COLOR=red][indent][sub][I]Somewhere in Texas[/I] - [I]Present Day[/I][/sub][sup][right]Issue 1.01.06: The Outlaws[/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [I]None[/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [I]Issue 1.01.05: The Technocrat[/I][/right][/SUP][/indent][/color]

Roy felt strange as he woke up in a real bed for the first time in months. The room he was in was rather bland, with blank gray walls providing a rather dismal sight to awaken to. The lighting in the room was industrial, and the connecting bathroom was clearly utilitarian more than anything. But Roy did his best to make the most of a comfortable and non-mobile temporary home. He took his time showering, enjoying a working toilet, and shaving down the rat mustache that had been developing from a life on the road. He even had a small working kitchen, where he was able to quickly toast up a frozen waffle and munch on it as he left his room to enter the armory proper.

Jason was standing over near a large computer terminal at the center of the armory, surrounded by a few military-grade cases. Roy shook his head as he swallowed a bite of his bland waffle. [color=orange]"Do you ever sleep, or are you some kind of vampire or something?"[/color] Jason rolled his eyes in response, and continued typing away at the console as the screen began scrolling through a map of Texas, with various red dots located on the map. The computer seemed to be popping up small dialogue boxes over specific red dots as Jason went along scrolling through, listing through percentages and the names of crimes like Assault and Armed Robbery. Roy's brow furrowed as he got closer. [color=orange]"What the Hell is this?"[/color]

Jason turned his gaze towards Roy, a small smile creeping on his lips. [color=red]"After you left the Team, we went about testing this system out. It's got some fancy ass acronym that none of us could remember... Slade and I just got to calling it the Oracle. It basically compiles a bunch of data together: psychological profiles, internet search history, recent purchases... It just takes all that and did the counter-intelligence work for us. We managed to thwart a few assassination attempts with this baby."[/color]

Roy took another bite of his waffle, his eyes watching the screen. As he took a closer look at the dialogue boxes, more information was becoming available. Names, addresses, criminal records... everything relevant. Roy shook his head, taking a step back.  [color=orange]"Wait, hold on... TC made some kind of Minority Report shit? He made a fucking precog?"[/color]

Jason shot Roy a confused glance [color=red]"What the Hell is a Precog?"[/color]

Roy shot Jason a look of disbelief, his voice dripping with condescension. [color=orange]"Minority Report... Tom Cruise... Really?[/color]

[color=red]"I don't exactly waste my time watching movies, Roy."[/color]

Roy shook his head, raising his hands into the air. [color=orange]"Look... whole point of it was that arresting people before they committed a crime just doesn't work."[/color]

Jason sighed in frustration, lifting his hands to wave at the computer. [color=red]"This thing works, Roy. And we only used it to know who to look into... to make sure we were in the right place at the right time. And we could do the same exact thing now, just the two of us. We can be there just in case it's right!"[/color]

[color=orange]"I'm not going to play Western sherrif with you, Jason. I'm not going to go around shooting the bad guys. I can't have any more deaths in my conscious, Jason."[/color]

Those last words hung in the air like a cloud. Jason let loose a deep sigh as Roy stood still with his arms folded, staring at the ground. After a moment, Jason slowly walked over towards one of the cases. [color=red]"What if you didn't have to kill anyone?"[/color]

Roy turned his head with his brow arched in confusion as Jason walked behind the crate and opened it up to show his friend the contents. Resting inside in foam was a familiar sight: a customized red compound bow. The same one Roy had in the service. Roy stepped forward and wrapped his fingers around the rubber grip, lifting it up and admiring the attached sight. Jason took this opportunity to lift the first layer of foam to reveal a lower layer, in which several arrows with strange arrowheads were resting. As Roy's eyes admired his old arsenal, Jason smiled. [color=red]"We can play by our own rules this time, Roy. Help people the way we think is best."[/color]

Roy looked up at Jason, and the admiration in his eyes faded into guilt. [color=orange]"I... I don't know.[/color] He set the bow down on one of the empty crates and rubbed the back of his neck, turning away from Jason for a moment.

Jason, for his part, balled his hands into fists as he grit his teeth. He had hoped this would have been enough to convince him... but it was now or never. [color=red]"Roy... I really didn't want to play this card... But I'm asking you to do this for Violet's sake."[/color]

The red-haired archer stopped dead in his tracks. In an instant, Roy's entire demeanor changed. Every muscle in his body tensed up, and he spun around on his heels. The look on his face was one Jason had never truly seen before: rage. [color=orange]"Fuck you. You don't get to wrap me up in your vigilante bullshit and try to use my fucking family against me."[/color] Roy continued his approach to Jason, forcing the latter to back himself up closer and closer to the wall. [color=orange]"I know you read my fucking file back in Team 7, but you're not the only one who can fucking read, orphan boy."[/color]

Jason opened his mouth, but found he couldn't quite grasp any words. [color=red]"Roy... I... I meant-"[/color]

Roy lifted his hands up and grasped on to the collar of Jason's turtleneck, pushing him back into the wall with a hard slam. [color=orange]"What? What did you mean, Jason? Did you expect me to let you tell me some sob story about how your little computer program could prevent me from losing the only family I have left? Hmmm?"[/color]

Jason took a deep breath, as best as he could manage with the collar tight on his throat. [color=red]"Violet... is working as a teller at the Main Branch of the San Antonio National Bank. Oracle predicted an armed robbery there later today."[/color]

Roy stood there in silence for a moment, his eyes locked on Jason's. After a few seconds the look of anger shifted to one of concern as his grip relaxed and he spun on his heels. He quickly packed up the bow back into its crate, before jogging back towards his room. 

[color=orange]"Suit up. We roll out in 10."[/color]