Green Arrow
Issue #16: "Fortunate Son" Pt. 4
Written by: Brian Burchette
Cover by: Jerrell Adams
Edited by: Don Walsh
He'd been shot twice with two different arrows, in the same leg. The fingers on both of his hands were raw, the outer layer of skin torn off while trying to save his own life when he fell from a fifteen story building. His left shoulder had been damaged not too long ago, and at the moment it throbbed with pain as if it had just happened an hour ago. His son, best friend, and best friend's daughter had been taken by the United States Government, their whereabouts unknown. And at this moment, three arrows were hurtling towards him at point blank range.
Welcome to the life of Oliver Queen, a.k.a., Green Arrow.
Several thoughts cross his mind in rapid succession: the most important one informed him to duck, which he did just as two of the arrows whizzed past him and the third removed his hat from his head, embedding them both in the hospital room wall behind him. On the heels of that thought was the fact that he had been forced to leave his bow behind, unable to hide it under the uniform he had acquired to get onto the wing that housed the CIA agent.
Diving to the floor, he rolled between the bed and the wall, grabbing the nearest piece of metal he could find. His fingers screamed in pain as he grasped the steel bed pan from under the bed, sprung back to his feet and hurled it. The smirk crossed his face before he could stop it as the unusual weapon struck the one called Shado as she nocked another arrrow. The assassin staggered back, the weapon falling onto the floor.
It was the opening Green Arrow needed as he sprinted toward his opponent, temporarily forgetting his damaged leg. He stumbled as the leg gave out, but he was still able to grab the killer's ankle and pulled on it as hard as his hands would allow.
He grunted in surprise as Shado toppled over, landing directly on top of him. They struggled for a moment.
"You, lady, are one big pain in my ass!"
"And you are a capitalist pig!" She hissed in his ear as she brought her knee down into the the wounded leg. He screamed out as the pain shot through his entire body and he broke out into a sweat.
"Damn, woman, no need to get personal."
"You have made this personal by trying to stop me from my goal. Shado never fails at her duty. I warned you, but you would not listen." She got
up as he writhed in pain.
All he could do was watch her pick up her bow and quiver, nock an arrow and aim at him. "It is a shame. I have not found someone whose skill at the bow is nearly as great as mine."
Even with every part of his body crying out for relief, he couldn't help but chuckle. "Babe, give me a bow and I'm not
as great as you... I'm better."
"Arrogance." She sneered as she moonlight from the window behind her silhouetted her frame. She pulled back on the drawstring, aiming for the archer's head. "I will make this quick and painless. My time is running out, and I still have this agent, Brickwell, and Donaldson to eliminate before I can return to Japan."
Ollie closed his eyes. His final thoughts were of Connor and Dinah. His last wish was that he had had the chance to tell them both exactly what they had meant to him.
The loud discharge of a gun in the small room caused Arrow to jump. His eyes flew open to see a tall figure in the doorway, smoke coming from the barrel of the gun. He turned as he heard the crash of the window, only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the one called Shado as she disappeared.
He looked up at the person who saved him, ready to thank them before he finally passed out. Then, as the man knelt down in front of him, Ollie got a good look at his face and moaned in disgust. "Crap... anyone but you." Then his world went to black.
King Faraday chuckled. "Good to see you too, you arrogant little prick."
*******
"I don't care what you have to do, find him! We need to send a message and Static is the perfect victim." Daniel "Brick" Brickwell slammed down the phone so hard that not only did it shatter, the stand itself splintered as well. He turned as Tai Lee entered his mansion office.
"What did you find out about this Shado?"
"He is in Star City, as I feared. My contacts tell me that the Yakuza has targeted this city for themselves, and eliminating anyone that gets in their way. They have sent the assassin here as a harbinger; in hopes that many of the crime lords will be weak when they arrive."
"Is that what your contacts tell you?" the huge man asked with a slightly amused look on his face. His eyes narrowed. "Then I suppose I gotta be grateful to you for checking into this for me, huh?"
Tai Lee bowed deeply. "We are partners, Mr. Brickwell. If we are to maintain our working relationship, it is in both of our interests for me to discover all I can when it comes to anyone that threatens both of us."
The mob boss's smile was cold as approached his partner in crime. "You are nothin' like your brother was. I told ya before, he was a very stupid man, and I didn't care for his line of business, but my cut was good so I looked the other way."
"I am not my brother," Tai agreed.
"Oh no, you're not. Ya see the one thing your brother wasn't stupid about was me. He knew I trusted no one. He also knew that I had my own contacts that reach much farther and deeper than any he had... or you for that matter."
Lee shifted uncomfortably. He didn't like where this was going at all.
"The Yakuza ain't lookin' to muscle into Star City turf; they're offended at the Lee brothers for not giving them their due. You three have been runnin' this child slavery scheme for years now and not once have you paid the Yakuza for their help."
"I don't know what you're talking..."
"Shut up! I ain't done talkin'!" Brick growled as he grabbed the Asian man and threw him into a chair. "If it wasn't for that Skorpion guy whackin' your brother, they would have done it themselves. They figured you and your other brother wouldn't be as stupid. Especially since we all got such a high stake in this little venture of yours, but you haven't been any better, have you?" Brick was walking around him now, circling the chair like a shark circles a life raft. "So they sent their assassin to eliminate all of us and they ain't stoppin' until they get to the top of this pyramid. You're greed's bringing this nice little arrangement down all around us, and that could cause an international incident."
"Let me talk to them. I can convince them to drop this. It would still be beneficial for them. If we can offer them a larger cut, perhaps? What if your government were to allow them to set up a big stake in Gotham City, or Las Vegas?"
"Yeah, you see, if you'd been doin' the job you was supposed to be doin', we wouldn't be in the middle of this mess, now. Hey, why you sweatin'? Ah, don't be such a Nervous Nelly, my contacts got it covered. We already made them a new deal. They ain't gonna be botherin' us anymore, and our little arrangement with your country, ours, and Asad's is still in tact. This Shado fella's getting new orders. He's just gonna take out the loose ends... the agents, that Fyers fellow, and his buddy Green Arrow." He stopped behind Lee, gently placing his huge hands on the man's shoulders. "Well, we're probably gonna have to eliminate the Secretary of Defense as well. The guy's getting cold feet, and we can't have that, now, can we? So you see, all loose ends are being taken care of."
Tai nodded. "And what of the young ones? The girl and boy?"
"The Mia girl is already heading out of the country with Asad where she will resume her duties, and the one called Connor will be alive only long enough to help us get Green Arrow, then they will both be eliminated. See, all's well that ends well."
"I... I am relieved."
Brick's hands were rubbing Lee's neck, giving the man a surprisingly enjoyable backrub. "You should be. 'Cause from here on out, you ain't got any troubles."
The behemoth of a crime lord brought his hands up, palms facing the side of Lee's head, his smile finally turned genuine as he brought his hands together, hard. Blood splattered all over his expensive suit. Daniel Brickwell didn't care; he had plenty more where that one came from.
*******
Agent Brouse opened the door to the cell, stepping to the side as the United State Secretary of Defense, Robert Donaldson, stepped inside. He was a tall, thin, man. His face was hard, dried, almost leather in appearance. His deep brown eyes seemed to move everywhere at once, rarely staying still and his short brown hair that was obviously receding had the look of a plastic Ken doll.
Eddie Fyers looked up from his cot, his left eye swollen shut, making it hard to figure out whom the visitor was for a moment. As his mind registered Donaldson, he began to move slowly, the beating his body had taken was causing him a lot of pain. He knew there were ribs broken.
"Well, we finally meet in person, Agent Fyers," Donaldson said rather pleasantly.
"On a plane to Dulles International Airport actually, where they will have a quick layover before continuing their flight out of the country. You know, you and your friends nearly cost this country a great deal in international relations."
"Yeah, I keep hearing that. Since I've got a big of a memory issue at the moment, you care to jog it for me?"
Donaldson shook his head in disgust, his eyes continuing to look around the room as if searching for something. "You used to be one of our best, you know that. A real patriot, you were. You understood that the world was not black and white. Certain activities had to be over looked so that the country could establish footholds in key locations around the globe."
Eddie turned a whiter shade of pale. "Are you trying to tell me that I actually looked the other way while our government allowed child slavery, just so we could establish ties with other countries?"
There was a hearty laugh that came from the doorway. They all turned to see Agent Turner leaning against the frame. "Turned the other way? Pal, you were in the thick of it. You, me and Gertz were the frontrunners for the organization; making sure the planes were leaving our air space without any incidents. Hell, you loaded young girls on a plane yourself at one point."
For a moment Eddie thought he was going to be sick. Pieces of memory floated by him at this new information – fragments. Did he really do that? "I... I don't believe you. I would never have done something like that! President Stuart would never let anything like that happen."
Now it was Secretary of Defense Donaldson's turn to laugh. "Who do you think authorized it? We all knew it wasn't pretty, but it had to be done. Sometimes innocents have to be sacrificed."
Eddie was still trying to wrap his head around the concept. There was something about it that just didn't ring true, but he couldn't put his finger on it. "Then why did I leave? Why did you start hunting me down?"
At this question, Donaldson's face grew dark. "Because you became stupid. You actually believed you could blackmail the United States Government! And when you finally came to your senses, it was too late. You were a wanted man. Unfortunately for you, we always get our man."
His mind whirled in confusion. He had willingly been a part of a governmental conspiracy to allow slave trade for favors by other countries? His world felt as though it were crashing in on him. "Now what?" he asked in defeat.
"Now we bring you back to the fold, Agent Fyers. We still take care of our own. Get dressed. You'll be traveling with us. We've accomplished everything we needed to do. It's time to pull out of the agreement. And you, Fyers, are going to be the hero of the day."
*******
The two men walked down the long corridor, both holding their guns at the ready. The orders had come down: eliminate the young blond-haired man. He was no longer needed.
The ginger-haired man stepped up to the door, signaling the other one to prepare. He opened the door, as his partner stepped in, gun raised ready. Neither expected what lay before them.
Connor Hawke lay on the floor, lifeless. Ginger motioned for his buddy to check it out while he stood back, gun trained on the body.
His partner felt for a pulse, checked the mouth for any kind of air, then looked up and shook his head. "He's dead already."
Ginger shrugged. "Get someone in here to bag and tag him, then. Well, that was easy enough." They both laughed as they left the room, leaving the cell door wide open...
*******
Ollie came too slowly, every inch of his body ached. The pain in his leg was intense, but his shoulder didn't seem to hurt as bad as earlier. Unfortunately the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was also the last thing he had seen when he fell unconscious – King Faraday.
"I was hoping it was just some horrible dream," Green Arrow said.
"Nope, you nearly got your butt handed to you by that assassin."
"I was talking about the fact that you saved me. Dying at the hands of a killer I could live with... so to speak."
"Good to see you too, Queen." Faraday put out his cigarette and nodded to someone in the corner who stepped forward and began to administer first aid.
Grunting as he tried to get up from the make shift cot, he spoke to Faraday with no pretense of civility. "So Checkmate is wrapped up in all of this? Why doesn't that surprise me?"
"I could be here on DEO business," Faraday suggested as he lit another cigarette and sat in the chair next to the archer.
"Lantern told me you were no longer connected with them."
"Some misdirection. I'm still Chief of Operations in the DEO, but when I'm working for Checkmate, Chloe Sullivan is in charge. It's natural for people to think she's the top boss now."
"I'm sure it suits you just fine as well. The fewer people who know you're still pulling the strings for the DEO, the better, huh?"
"We're not here to talk about my employment. Secretary of Defense Donaldson needs to be taken down, along with his filthy little agreement he has going on."
Oliver let out a small cry as the physician stuck a needle deep into both wounds in Ollie's leg. "Hey, you wanna watch where you're jabbing that thing!"
"Sorry, sir, but this is going to help deaden the pain so you can operate a bit easier."
"What do you need me for?" Ollie demanded suspiciously. He never liked Faraday to begin with. He hadn't since the whole Starro Crisis; the fact that he now had his ward, Roy Harper, working for him just made his dislike for the man increase a thousand fold.
"The key to all of this is your buddy, Agent Eddie Fyers. Since both of you are already in the middle of this mess, and Fyers has been in it since the beginning, it's only common courtesy to let you in on the endgame."
"Well since I've no clue exactly what the hell is going on, I'm not sure I can be of any help to you. Besides, I thought Checkmate was all-powerful, all-knowing?"
Faraday inhaled deeply, allowing the silence and the smoke to linger between them for a moment. "Well, I tried to be nice about it. Here's the straight up answer, you little woodpecker." He brought his chair closer to Ollie and leaned in so close that Queen could smell the Winston on his breath. "You're a loose cannon, and you're neck deep in a situation that we've been working on breaking for over a year now. Checkmate has had to handle this with kid gloves, and just as we are getting to the point where we're ready to bring this house of cards down, here comes Mr. Blowhard to crap all over it."
Ollie shot him a sly look. "That would be me, right?"
"Yes, that would be you. So now I'm stuck with you, since we all know that the only thing that's going to stop you from walking away from this would be a bullet to the back of your head."
"And you respect me too much to do
that," Arrow stated, the look still on his face.
"No... They wouldn't sanction it," Faraday said wistfully.
"So are you going to fill me in on what's going on, and what our next move is?"
"I'll fill you in on the way to the airport." Faraday replied as he got up, opened his suit jacket to make sure his weapon was secure in its holster, and replaced the chair against the wall.
"The airport? Where are we going?"
"Washington D.C. We need to stop Kemel Asad from leaving the country. He has Fyers' daughter with him. He's our weakest link right now. If we can get to him, we have a chance of stopping his sick little agreement from continuing."
"Wait, my... my friends are still being held captive by these rogue agents. We've got to rescue them."
"I've already got somebody working to get them out. Are you coming or not?"
Ollie's faced turned red. King Faraday already knew the answer to that question. Eddie would want him to go after Mia first. He didn't trust King at all, but for the moment, he couldn't see any other way. "Yeah, I'm in."
"Good, put your costume back on and let's roll."
********
The two guards walked back toward Connor Hawke's room with Agent Turner in tow. They could not explain to him how the young man had died with no visible wounds to show for it, but Turner needed to see for himself.
As they reached the cell, Turner cursed. "You left the door open?" he bellowed in both shock and anger.
"Well the kid's dead," the man with red hair replied with a shrug as he pushed the door inward even more and stepped inside. "See, he's just..." The room was empty. "Oh shi..."
He was struck on the back of the neck, the blow paralyzing him instantly. He collapsed to the ground as his partner spun around in time to see a bare fist come flying at him. He tried his best to dodge it, but there was not enough time, and he flew back from the impact.
"You idiots!" Agent Turner screamed as he grabbed for his gun.
A hand clasped over his, stopping him from drawing the weapon. He looked up to see the young blond man standing in front of him. "I wish you wouldn't," he said in a surprisingly quiet voice. "I do not care for guns."
"Go to hell," Turner replied as he swung his left arm out, hoping to hit Connor in the face with the back of his hand.
Connor was quicker and grabbed the agent's left hand with his free one. Then, with Turner's arms crisscrossed in front of him, Connor tightened his grip on the man's limbs and pulled them quickly, as if tying a bow. He not only heard both arms come out of their sockets, but he felt it as well. Turner cried out in pain as his arms fell limply in front of him.
"What did you do with my bow and uniform?" Connor asked.
"I'm not telling you anything," the agent replied through gritted teeth.
Connor's leg came up, catching Turner in the middle of the chest. He heard at least two ribs snap as the man hurtled backward, landing hard on the ground unconscious.
He sighed as he stepped over the man. "I'm beginning to see why my father is always so grumpy."
Making his way down the hall, he checked one room after the other. They were all empty until the last door, his uniform and equipment piled on a table inside. He quickly retrieved his gear, and after taking a moment to slip back into the garb, he went back out into the hall.
Working his way to a flight of stairs, he headed up, moving slowly and quietly. He thanked the monks for his training for the second time that day as he crept forward without a sound. The first time had been his use of the special technique to slow his body's functions to appear dead to the guards. It was a meditation that he never imagined he would find a circumstance that called for it.
He had no idea where he was, but the way the place was twisting and turning, he knew it to be a massive complex. It had a completely sterile feel to it, walls and ceilings a pure white and brightly lit.
It wasn't that he heard a noise, really, but something in his gut told him there was someone around the corner – waiting. He centered himself as he drew an arrow out of his quiver, breathing in and out slowly, calming himself as he had been taught. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and swung around the corner, his bow at the ready.
In front of him stood a young short-haired blond woman in her mid-twenties, a gun aimed right at him. He hesitated, and so did she. Neither moved for what seemed like minutes.
Finally she spoke, her voice guarded but with a bit of playfulness underneath it. "You just going to stand there, or were you planning on eventually giving me the shaft?"
Connor Hawk had always trusted his instincts, and this time was no difference. Slowly he lowered his weapon, his eyes never leaving the woman's trigger finger, none the less. "I've lowered my mine," he suggested.
The girl also lowered hers, and as she did Connor saw something he hadn't noticed before. Although she wore a large trench coat, it could not hide the growth from her mid section.
"Well," she said, "You dress like one of them, so I'm assuming your part of the spandex squad?"
"Who are you?" he asked, not wanting to give too much away until he knew exactly what was going on.
She slowly holstered her gun, reached into her coat pocket and brought out her identification. "Name's Sullivan, I'm an agent with the DEO. My team and I were sent in here to rescue Green Arrow's friends. You got a bow, arrows, and a mask, so I'm guessing you're one of them."
He nodded, his mind trying to remember what his father had told him about that particular agency. All he could recall was that Ollie did not have many positive opinions about them; granted, he didn't seem to have many positive opinions about any government agency.
"So you got a name, or code name, or something?' she asked. Her posture had become a bit more relaxed.
There was a question he had been wondering himself. He and Ollie had bantered names back and forth for a while, and although he found the idea of a code name to be a bit on the silly side, in their line of work, it did seem a necessary evil. So the several names that went through his mind at a rapid pace finally began to slow, like a slot machine winding down, until one name was left.
"Golden Arrow?" It came out more as a question than a statement.
This did not go unnoticed by Agent Sullivan. "Don't ask me," she snorted with a mix of humor and confusion on her face. "So how many more of you are in here?"
"Two that I'm aware of. Civilians, one is a teenage girl, and the other an older gentleman, her father."
"Yeah, I know all about him. My men are searching the building, now, but we've got no sign of the either of them. I was heading down this corridor here." She said indicating the other end of the hall that they had intersected at. "Care to join me?"
Again he nodded, his mind racing to pull up any information he had on the DEO. Weren't they concerned with meta-human activity? Why were they involved in this situation? How did they even know what was going on.
He followed Chloe Sullivan down the long corridor. Her gun was once again drawn; his bow was nocked and ready. When they got to the other end of the hallway, Chloe motioned for him to stay back as she placed her back up against the wall, her gun held in both hands as she slowly peeked around the corner. The gunfire that swept the area where she had pulled her head back from let them know that they were not alone.
Chloe turned to Golden Arrow. "Alright, you're going first."
"I see why they put you in charge."
"Funny," she said dryly. "There are at least a dozen guards waiting for us. They're protecting the door behind them, which means it's something they don't want us to get to. You're the one with the blow-them-up, gas-them-out, arrows. You need to lead."
"A sound plan, except I don't have any trick arrow."
Sullivan's gun lowered as she stared at him. "What do you mean you don't have any trick arrows? You have to have trick arrows! You're like Green Arrow's sidekick, trick arrows are part of the package."
"I'm afraid not. I did have a few when I started out, but I don't carry many of them with me. It seems to be a crutch that I would like to avoid."
Chloe threw her hands up in the air as she walked past him in frustration. "Well now you tell me. Alright, we're going to have to wait for the rest of my team, I guess. I used my last concussive grenade to get to this point."
As she reached for her radio, she turned in time to see Golden Arrow turning the corner as the gun fire erupted. She reacted instinctively, knowing that he was going to need cover. She quickly crouched down as she dove around the corner, quickly checking to see where he had gone, and beginning to fire at the blockade. Chloe had seen more than her fair share of extraordinary feats. She had witnessed men with power rings that could create anything with just their will. She had watched in awe as the last man from Mars bravely battled a sea of meta-humans beings controlled by an alien starfish. What she saw at that moment was just as awe-inspiring as either of those events.
The young, blond, dark skinned man was practically dodging the bullets, zigzagging across the floor, weaving, leaping, diving and rolling, and at the same time, he was whipping out arrows and firing them so fast that his hand was practically a blur. Yet, the most amazing part was that every arrow hit its mark, embedding itself into a hand, or the barrel of the gun. She continued to fire as she watched him reach the last several men standing; when his bow suddenly became a different weapon entirely.
Golden Arrow lashed out with it as he leapt over the heads of two guards, catching them both on the side of the head with the bow as he flew over them. The guard he landed in front of had stopped firing, a look of shock on his face. Then Connor struck him in the gut with a strong kick to his gut and he went flying back, striking the wall behind him. He was the last to fall.
Chloe Sullivan walked up to him. "That was... amazing. I had no idea you were a meta?"
"I'm not," Connor said as he examined the door that so many had been guarding. "Locked."
"Stand back," Chloe said, as she raised her gun and fired three shots at the handle. It shattered and she kicked the door in. She couldn't help but give the young man a wink as he gave her an approving look.
They entered what was obviously a hangar deck, its wide bay doors still open. Connor breathed in the fresh air with a rush of exhilaration. It seemed to have been ages since he had seen the outside world.
"Smell that?" Agent Sullivan asked.
Connor inhaled, then nodded. "Jet fuel; whoever planned all of this, is gone."
"Question is, where did they go?"
"We could ask him?" Golden Arrow suggested as he pointed to the semi-conscious man with an arrow sticking out of his shoulder. He was slumped against a small communications counsel.
"One of Green Arrows?" Chloe asked as she examined the shaft.
"No. He doesn't use bamboo for his shafts." He reached down and shook the man who moaned in pain. "Two questions my friend and then we'll get you some help. Who was on the plane that just took off and where was it headed?"
"Ain't telling you..." He began but was cut off as he cried out in pain. Chloe had leaned on his shoulder, pushing the shaft of the arrow downward.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm really tired... was looking for somewhere to rest myself. Now what were you going to say?"
"Washington D.C., they were headed to Washington D.C.," the man replied quickly as he gasped for breath.
"Who?" Chloe demanded, ignoring the disapproving look she was getting from the young archer.
"That guy they had been hunting down... and the... the... Secretary of Defense."
Chloe swore under her breath. "It's just as Faraday thought. Great, once again he's right and he'll never let me live it down."
"There was a young girl... a teenager... what about her?" Connor asked.
The man shook his head. "She left with that foreigner. They were laying over in Washington as well, then they were heading out of the country."
"Who shot you?"
"Don't know, came up from behind me. Only thing I saw was a black uniform and her face was covered with some kind of black cloth."
The two of them exchanged glances... it was a her!?
"Now what?" Connor asked in frustration.
Agent Sullivan was already on her radio demanding an emergency jet.
*******
Daniel "Brick" Brickwell sat the phone down at his desk with a grin that would have made the Cheshire Cat envious. His captain sat in the chair in front of him.
"Good news, sir?"
Taking a Cuban cigar out of his humidor, he nodded. "It seems that everything is going according to plan. We've got them all heading east; the opposite direction of Star City. It's the perfect time to step up our own plans.
There was a knock at the door and he bellowed for them to come in. When it swung open, two of his men entered, dragging an unconscious young African American man by each arm. The kid was dressed in a blue outfit, vaguely similar to that of Black Lightening.
"Here you go, Boss," the one said as they dropped the body in front of him.
Brick was even more pleased as he stared at the form of Static on his office floor. "Well, this day keeps getting better and better."
*******
The private jet was high in the air, just passing over the Rockies. Donaldson and his men were sitting leisurely, discussing the day's events as keenly uncaring that they were in the process of one more Federal offense: kidnapping.
He caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. Had he just seen a figure in black slip by up front? A woman with a bow? Why did that feel familiar to him, as well?
As Eddie Fyers racked his brain, he heard the small whistling noise shoot past him and only really registered it after the arrow had went through the throat of Donaldson's security agent on the left. Before anyone could even think to react, two more came sailing by, one actually clipping Eddie's hair as it shot past him and into a second officer.
By then, Donaldson and the other two guards were moving quickly, all three pulling out their weapons. Eddie, his hands bound in front of him, but being the one closest to the archer, reacted instinctively. Like a linebacker he barreled his way into the woman, catching her off guard. They struck the pilot's door so hard that it actually buckled behind them.
Shado recovered quickly, kicking Eddie in the jaw, causing him to spin away from her, falling to the deck. She raised her bow, spotting Donaldson, but before she could fire her weapon, the two other agents began to empty theirs.
Donaldson cried out for them to stop, but it was too late as the bullets struck the cabin in several areas, and the final piece of metal shattered one of the windows. Immediately the cabin began to depressurize and an alarm started blaring through the small private jet. The plane began a nose dive, throwing all those that remained to the floor.
*******
On another jet, the voice of the Captain came through the intercom. "Sir, we've got a visual on the Secretary's plane."
King Faraday and Green Arrow went to the cockpit, the lock clicking open as he pulled it outward. They leaned over the pilot's and saw the official's jet just dozens of yards ahead of them.
Then they watched in horror as the plane suddenly began to plummet.
"What's going on?!" King demanded.
"No idea, sir, but the plane is going down."
"And Eddie is on that plane?" Arrow asked.
Faraday nodded. "Get fighter pilots up here and NOW! Dammit it, this doesn't look good."
"Are you telling me that Eddie is on that plane that's about to crash?" Ollie asked again incredulously.
Farady nodded again, saying nothing this time. "I don't think there's anything we can do."
"Maybe not you, but I sure can." Ollie exclaimed said as he turned around and headed to the back of the plane, grabbing a parachute.
"What the hell do you think you're going to do?"
"I'm going to get my friend out of there. Now tell your pilot to get us closer."
"You're insane, Queen!"
"Tell me something I don't know."
To Be Concluded!
