#a showdown

[minecrussy]

new emoji idea the wide attack squat that u see in cartoons

[rosesjustdie]

It’s loud and there are people everywhere and all Zoe wants is to rip her hair out. No... no she wants to rip someone else’s hair out. This is about her life now, staying alive and protecting herself. She sees it all so clearly now. Working hard, caring for her family, it was all for nothing. Would they do the same for her? Not even close, they only cared about themselves. They were the reason this had happened to her and she wasn’t about to let them get off scott free.

The face in front of her is a familiar one, her big sister. Sister is relative though, could one really be a sister when they’d spent so much time trying to get away from her. She’d gotten lost in the euphoria of having Sloan home in the few months and had been blind to see the abandonment but now it was clear and she needed to pay. “Well look at you. Perfect little Sloan.” The voice that comes out doesn’t sound like hers, or maybe she just needed the wakeup call to see this is who she could be. Her fingers grip the knife in her hand tightly as she takes a step towards her sister. “You going to face me now? Or run away like you’re good at?”

@crimsxnbeau​   

[geneshaven]

Safe

PART 7

 Just before Oliver and John were about to engage Watson and the ten agents she brought with her, Felicity’s voice spoke over the comms.

“Guys…don’t move. I’ve got Thea and Roy coming to you.”

Agent Watson was staring intently at Oliver, wondering if he was stupid enough to try an attack. But the man and his vigilante partner only stood still in front of her. An uneasy feeling gripped her. In spite of all the evidence (and the confession from one of his team members) she had on Oliver Queen, Watson really did not know just how much he was capable of. Even with ten assault rifles trained on him, she was anticipating some sort of desperate act on his part. She was fully prepared to take him out if he did; never mind the certainty of her evidence and the life sentence his conviction would bring.

“Oliver,” Felicity’s voice came from his earpiece again. “I’m detecting a digital signal coming from one of the back rooms. It looks like some kind of countdown. I think maybe Anatoly left behind an explosive surprise. He must have activated it when you and John dropped in on him.”

Oliver continued to remain frozen and silent, but his instinct was to seek out the bomb Anatoly left. He had a thousand questions for Felicity, but if he started talking to her, Watson would figure their comms out pretty quickly and Oliver would lose his only tactical advantage. Even though Watson was about to take him and John into custody, Oliver still felt his priority was to save lives.  Anatoly was a different and more immediate case---he tried to assassinate his wife and son over a grudge born out of an insane Bratva code of honor and brotherhood thing.  The man would not quit his vendetta until his purpose (seeing Oliver and those he loved dead) was complete. With Watson, she appeared to have a similar agenda. But unlike Anatoly, she was still an authority Oliver recognized. The woman was not as covert as Lyla and Argus---in fact Oliver wasn’t sure if the FBI Agent even knew that Argus existed. But both women believed their principles and goals were the same---to protect the sanctity of the USA and its citizens.

“Mr. Queen,” Watson spoke to him again. “I really hope for your sake you’re not thinking of some sort of foolish action. As you can see, there is a lot of firepower surrounding you. I doubt someone with your…uh…skills, can avoid it.”

“Agent Watson,” Oliver finally said out loud. “Whether you believe it or not, we are both on the same side. Forget that you’ve been infiltrating my team with blackmail and intimidation; I have the same goal as you do---justice.”

“Mr. Queen, what you’re doing is not justice---it’s illegal.”

“You may think you’ve won here,” Oliver told her. “But if all of us don’t leave this house pretty soon, there won’t be any winners... just a lot of body parts.”

“What are you talking about,” Watson asked him?

“He’s talking about a bomb,” John answered her. “You know; the kind that goes BOOM. Anatoly left one behind and it’s counting down in one of the back rooms.”

A half smile of contempt and one of doubt surfaced on Watson’s otherwise dour face.  She looked like she had just figured out a secret and was not comfortable with it. “So I guess that Ms. Smoak has joined us.  Some sort of comm link? Mr. Diggle, are you and Mr. Queen trying to stall so she can find some kind of safe exit for you? You are not getting away this time.”

Oliver put his hands up in a placating gesture.  The FBI agents surrounding them tightened their grips on the weapons they were aiming. “This is not a trick, Agent Watson.” He touched his finger to his ear. “Ms. Smoak,” he said with a private smile. “Have you calculated the countdown yet?”

Felicity didn’t hesitate. “Yes…Mr. Queen.  You have 90 seconds before BOOM.  I don’t know how big the bomb is, but knowing Anatoly, I’m guessing it’s large enough to leave a hole in the world.”

“Agent Watson,” Oliver relayed to her. “You need to make a decision.  We have about 60 seconds before the bomb goes off.”

Watson was the one frozen this time. But she was not going to let Queen slip away again. Yet, if he was telling the truth…

Suddenly, two flash grenades flew into the room and went off, bringing temporary blindness to everybody.

Oliver and John finally moved, turning away from Watson and her agents. With no sight, they used total recall and envisioned the layout of the safe house. They got their bearings and headed towards the front door.

Random gunfire erupted from Watson’s agents as they blindly fired their weapons into the empty space where Oliver and John had been standing.

“Oliver,” Felicity frantically said to him. “Keep moving. Thea and Roy are waiting to help you out. They’re just a few more feet ahead. Go…”

“Ollie…” Thea’s voice called out. Oliver could not see her, but he turned his senses toward the sound of it. After a couple seconds of groping, Thea grabbed her brother’s arm while Roy took John’s.

Gunfire was still spraying behind them. “My god you guys…” Felicity cried out in their ears.  “Move…move…move. Time’s up.”  

And then the four of them were out the door and moving further away from Anatoly’s last hurrah. Ten seconds later, the safe house exploded and lifted them up, launching them out onto Adams Street. Debris rained down on them, hitting the street in a deadly downpour. They covered themselves as best they could, but burning fragments of the house still got through to them.

Then it was quiet, as if someone had turned off chaos. Oliver opened his eyes and saw a blurry image where the safe house used to be.

Thea suddenly screamed. “Roy,” she wailed.

Oliver turned to her and forgot to breathe. As his distorted vision from the flash grenade began to clear, he saw Roy sprawled out a couple feet away from Thea. Blood was trickling out of his mouth. Oliver took a closer look, now that he could fully see.

What he saw was two bullet holes in Roy’s chest.

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[transconnerkent-blog]

Melissa out here tweeting about trans rights meanwhile katie McGrath is actually taking to the streets and that's the tea on that

[myepisodecalendar]

Tyler Perry's The Haves and the Have Nots Season 8 - Episode 8: A Showdown AirDate: January 12nd, 2021, 09:00 PM

[baltoy]

WHAT RHW HELL CARINA YOU HAVE THE URL WHITEDADS. AND U DIDNT TELL ME. I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS I. I AM AT A LOSS FOR WORDS

[kawaiii-jeans]

WHAT THE FUCK