“Oliver said there’s an ARGUS plane on the other side of the island.” Felicity.
“It’ll take us all day to get there.” Diggle. “Anything could happen to Chase to set off the explosives.”
“Oliver said he wouldn’t kill him,” Felicity said, hanging on stubbornly to her optimism.
“Yeah, but that still doesn’t guarantee the explosives won’t go off,” Dinah chipped in.
“I still think we should wait for Oliver,” Quentin said. “If anything, we should look for his son.”
Samantha perked up. “I’m on board with that plan.”
Slade listened to all the chatter with half an ear as they each tried to come up with a plan. He remained silent, not because he had no opinion, but because he felt something. In his gut. Something wrong.
The short hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, his heart hammered in his chest. There was definitely something wrong, and that something wrong was coming fast.
“We have to go underground,” he shouted, silencing everyone.
They all turned as one to stare at him.
“Why?” Rene asked.
Without answering, Slade ran toward the only place he knew would be safe, not waiting for the others to follow. After a beat, he heard rapid footsteps behind him, but he kept his concentration on looking for one thing.
The entrance to an ARGUS prison block.
Slade had spent the last three years in a cell on the other side of the island, but if he knew ARGUS, he knew that they would be thorough. There was bound to be another block on this side.
“Where are you taking us?” Thea called out from behind him.
Slade didn’t answer.
“Slade!” Diggle shouted.
At last, Slade saw something metal rising out of the ground in the distance, maybe 400 metres away. His pace sped up as gooseflesh crawled up his neck.
“Run!” he shouted over his shoulder. “Run like the devil is on your heels!”
Sweat popped out on his brow as they finally reached the entrance. He wasted no time in wrenching the door open. “Get in!”
No one moved, to his everlasting frustration.
“We need to look for William!” Samantha cried.
“And the plane,” Rene added.
Slade grit his teeth and growled, “Get. In. Now.”
A grave look appeared on Diggle’s face, finally catching Slade’s bad feeling, and ushered Felicity before him. “Get in,” he repeated, and finally, they all began to move.
No sooner had Slade shut and locked the lid that the ground beneath them shook violently, throwing him off the ladder. Explosions sounded overhead, through the thick concrete. The floor shook as the shockwave reached them, but the walls held firm.
“Go deeper,” he commanded, getting up from the floor. “Through that door and down the hall, there’s a stairwell at the end. That will take us lower.”
They all turned to go, except for Felicity, who stood with her hand over her mouth and tears swimming in her eyes.
“Oliver…” she whispered.
Slade approached her slowly, getting in her field of view. “He’s gonna be all right,” he said, attempting to reassure her. “Kid’s got more than nine lives. He’s more worried about us, I’d wager.”
She blinked up at him, as if just realizing he was in front of her. After a tense moment, she nodded, and turned to follow the others.
Slade took one look back at the door above his head. “You better not make a liar out of me, kid,” he said, before following the others into the bunker.
hi! i remade a week ago and i didn’t expect to get so many of my mutuals back + some new followers so i’m here with my first follow forever with this blog (and second in general)! i really love you all so much and i keep saying i’ll try to interact with more of yall but i never do :( so this is my way of telling you all that i appreciate all of you!
i was gonna do a thing for favorite blogs but i have such a hard time choosing because i love yall too much (id put a lot of hearts here if i was on mobile, just so you know)
LIKE TWO OF MY MUTUALS UNFOLLOWED WHILE I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS SO IM SORRY BUT IDK WHO YOU WERE SO YOURE STILL TAGGED IGNORE ME PLEASE ASDJFSFJASDF
My favorite things about this gif in no particular order: •The “I don’t know Emily, I’m about to give birth to a child DO I SEEM OKAY” shrug •Emily’s “to hell with coffee. mY WIFE IS IN LABOR” •Hotch’s “Please hold, JJ. I remember this with Haley: you have plenty of time, and I’m really gonna need this coffee.” •JJ’s ~relatable~ look of sheer annoyance with Garcia at the very beginning
anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever:
yes, you love Yondu Udonta, we know, you love Yondu Udonta so much, he’s the light of your life, you love him so much, you just love Yondu Udonta, we KNOW, you love Yondu Udonta you fucking love Yondu Udonta ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE YONDU UDONTA. WE GET IT.
it still blows my mind that the show provides two men in a healthy, loving, canon relationship and ppl choose to obsess over the 15yr old gremlin and his 18yr old friend who he’s known for three (3) days