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“It had nothing to do with lucky,” Oliver grumbled rolling off the lid of the trash can. His ribs got a nice jolt of pain each time he took a breath, probably another broken rib to add to the collection. He wouldn’t throw caution to the wind knowing of his abilities. Taking a deep breath, he stood before the man, his bow held low but never low enough to hinder his shot. 

“Whatever darkness you’ve allowed into your mind, you must know this isn’t who you are. This isn’t who you were meant to be,” he started pressing his com button. He wanted cisco’s team to hear this. To know that he was here and that someone needed to change him before Oliver had to put him down. 

“I didn’t allow it into my mind. It’s always been there. I just finally let it out. Let all the things I’ve been repressing out in the open. There’s no holding back anymore, Queen.” Cisco knew Oliver had turned on the com device. He wriggled under the netting, feeling the hold on the right side giving way just a little. A smile spread across his face again. “I hope they are hearing all of this.” He laughed, focusing his energy toward his arms and shoulders. “They all need a wake up call.”