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To say she's terrified would be an understatement. She's locked in a dark room, her only source of light coming from a window in the ceiling 20ft above her. It was cold, damp and it smelled stale. Her left arm was handcuffed to the stone wall behind her. The metal chain attaching her to the wall was heavy making the cuff dig into her skin. The only consolation in this whole mess was that she wasn't alone. Even if her cell mate was currently unconscious.
“Oliver?” She called again, huffing in frustration when she still had no reply. If she didn't think she'd need it, she would have thrown her shoe at him already.
It was the end of the work day when they were both taken from the Queen Consolidated car park by four masked men. Oliver fought three of the men while the fourth was dragging her kicking and screaming to the van. Oliver had managed to disarm and knock down two of them, but the third came prepared. He had jammed a needle into Oliver's shoulder when he wasn't looking, sedating him. She watched as Oliver fell to the floor in a heap. The men then proceeded to pick him up and throw him in the back of the van. She had promised no more trouble and kept quiet as they bound her wrists together, put a cloth bag over her head and pushed her in next to Oliver. Even though she couldn't see, she still had a rough estimate of what part of town they were in due to the turns in the road.
She thinks they're somewhere in the warehouse district in the Glades, a few blocks from Verdant. They had to have been missing for over an hour Diggle and Roy should have noticed by now. She knew she should have put trackers in everyone's shoes, When she gets back it's the first thing she's going to do.
She was brought out of her thoughts by hurried footsteps outside the room. She tensed up. If someone was to come in she had no way of defending herself. The first pair of footsteps were quickly followed by another. There was a few seconds silence before there was a loud creaking noise like old plumbing coming back to life. As soon as the noise stopped there was shouting which escalated into what sounded like a fight. She gave up on trying to understand the arguments and muffled shouts coming from the other room. Instead, a slow trickle of water had caught her attention. It had started to leak from holes in the bottom of the walls all around the room. She strained her eyes in the dim light to look at the walls around her, moss was growing right up to the ceiling. That meant the water level was going to rise. If they didn't get out soon they were going to drown. But what had her worried, more than the water was Oliver. He still hadn't woken up and she could do with his help right about now. She didn't know what to do.
She needed to check on him to see if he was okay but she was on the other side of the room and he wasn't responding to her shouts. Only the slight rise and fall of his chest assured her that he was still alive.
There was a loud bang from the other side of the door making her jump. The noise sounded a lot like a gunshot. She started listening again but the arguing had stopped. Her heart was pounding, her palms sweating. She didn't start breathing again until she heard footsteps walking away. She waited but she only heard the one set of footsteps leave.