A Boomerang in the Quiver
greenmartyrdom:
➤captainboomrang:
Amanda held back yet another urge to roll her eyes at the archer’s frustrated commentary. Of course he was upset with the way she did things; Wasn’t he always? It wouldn’t be Oliver Queen if he weren’t upset about something and making that fact known. Oh, how much simpler this could have been… Little was known about this branch of terrorists, but she already resented them for bringing this to Queen’s doorstep.
“I didn’t see the need. It didn’t concern you until very recently. I’m sure you wouldn’t have me banging on your window in the middle of the night, every time a fly found its way into my kitchen.”
She watched him scan over the tablet containing the remainder of the A.R.G.U.S. report, waiting for the look of dissatisfaction to cross his face as she knew it would. The information they had gathered was indeed scarce, a fact that wore on Amanda’s nerves as well. Their first steps would have to be focused on gathering more information, hopefully finding some sort of home base for the enemy, and planning a take down. Gathering info would’ve been much easier without the time crunch, but since when were things ever easy?
Then came the mention of his team, her brow cocking ever so slightly at his demand.
“Oh, you’ll have a team alright. One that I provide you with.” Amanda advanced towards Oliver but continued to move past him, seemingly paying him no mind. “This is a strictly ‘need-to-know’ situation, Queen, and you’re not calling the shots here. Maybe if I were asking for help, but I’m not. If you wanna be involved, you’re going to have to play along a little for once… vigilante.” She said the last word with a twitch of a grin pulling at the corner of her mouth. “As for your team… I’ll see what I can dig up.”
It was the way that Amanda spoke to Oliver that annoyed him the most, he was sure. The brashness and curt-ness of her words were enough to make the archer grit his teeth and work his jaw muscles until they were tired. She, of course, “didn’t see the need” of telling him, which was typical Amanda Waller behavior. Sometimes Oliver wondered if she did it this way JUST to piss him off, because it worked every single time.
Upon hearing that he would not be able to have Felicity and John on his team, Oliver opened his mouth to protest, but she continued speaking. He impatiently waited for her to finish, but she just had to mock him before he could respond. Typical Waller, he thought to himself with his arms crossed over his chest and eyebrows furrowed.
Once she was officially done talking, the archer felt hesitant about having her throw together a team, especially since she was acting as if this were a last minute thing that she had as LAST PRIORITY. He didn’t want to ask, but he knew she was waiting for him to… and so he did.
“I already have a feeling you already know who you’re going to choose. Who am I going to be working with?”
The question she was waiting for him to ask finally left his lips... and she could tell he was reluctant to hear her answer. She stood still, arms crossed behind her back and still facing away from the vigilante.
“We’ll set you up with the current intel and gear within the hour but until then you can get cozy with your partner. Unfortunately, the best of my team are currently deployed elsewhere on a different mission. I’m sure I don’t need to bore you with the details, so I wont.” Amanda paused and briefly glanced over her shoulder before continuing. “So that leaves us with the leftovers... But I’m confident you’ll make do with what we’ve got. In fact, I believe you’ve met before.”
Without any indication that they were finished there, Amanda exited the room at a brisk pace. The tertiary soldiers that had sort of blended into the background during their conversation suddenly stepped into view and ushered Oliver out and into the halls as well. It was enough of a suggestion that he follow after her. She was still in view but quickly building distance between them, not bothering to look back and see if he were even remotely nearby.
“Well then...” Amanda came to a sudden halt in front of what was evidently a prison cell, or at least a closet modified to function as one. A nearby guard nodded at her presence and tapped on the little window cut into the scuffed metal door. Another guard appeared from within to grant them entry, revealing a double-thick plate glass wall bisecting the room they had entered. On the other side of the wall was a sparse living space, adorned with homey accouterments such as: a simple cot, toilet and sink, one battered wooden stool, piles of trash, and several magazine clippings from a Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue plastered over the walls. At their arrival, a shadowed figure rose from the cot and approached them, tapping a little rhythm against the glass.
“Mr. Queen, I’d like to introduce you to your partner on this little excursion.” Amanda nodded towards the prisoner and ignoring Oliver’s growing irritation. “Time to clock in for the day, Harkness.”
“Oi! Goody! It’s your lucky day, mate.” The one and only Captain Boomerang flashed a grin at Oliver and rubbed his hands together. “I’ve been itchin’ for a rematch y’know.”
