#a wrinkle

[heyasport]

down on all fours barking like a DOG

[geneshaven]

Safe

PART 3

 There was a deep fog, making everything that was about to go down more dangerous. The FBI infiltrator moved across Adams Street toward his meeting and felt that the fog was an apt cover for this operation. His life had felt as if he had been in a fog. For the past three years, he had disappeared from everything that made his life preferable and personal---well, it was like walking into a fog. He really needed to push it away. The next couple hours will be the end, one way or another, to the shadowy operation he was thrown into, an operation that could put him on the track back to his old life. The infiltrator did not like his controller---she had no interest in his welfare. She only knew that the chance to bring down the Bratva would be a clean sweep for her here in Star City.

The figure in the fog approached the entrance to the safe house and tightened up his resolve to bust things wide open. He kept telling himself that if he complied with Agent Watson’s wishes, he could go back home and restart the life he had when he was part of something special, part of a team that gave him purpose and direction. But in his heart, he was both furious and a little scared that he really wasn’t in charge of his own way. He could not walk away from this, not like last time. There were too many eyes on his life now and he was already committed to the operation.  

As Roy Harper went through the Bratva safe house entrance, he began to examine in his mind, the back-up operation he had covertly developed on his own. Oliver always said to make sure you have a clean exit when engaging your enemies. Roy might be alone out here on the fringes of secret intelligence, but he has never forgotten the sacrifices he had to make when he left Team Arrow, (and Thea, sweet Thea) and started what felt like to him a continuous run away from that life. It would never be his again---unless Watson was playing fair and lets Roy come back.

“Come in, my compatriot,” a low-key voice greeted him as Roy moved into a spacious living room. “I was waiting for you.”

Roy came further into the room; then, Anatoly stood up from an overstuffed chair and made a chopping gesture with his left arm. Two shadows detached from the walls inside the front door and moved into a surrounding  formation. Roy heard gun bolts being pulled back and he froze.

“Yes,” Anatoly said to him. “Welcome to the party, Mr. Harper.” The Russian mob man moved in closer to Roy. He leaned over and continued his greeting, speaking into a tiny microphone attached beneath Roy’s shirt. “And welcome to you too…Ms. FBI woman.”

What seemed like the weight of the world snapped down on the back of Roy’s head and he was smothered by another fog bank, one full of darkness.  He fell unconscious to the floor.

**

“Oliver, Lyla found Anatoly.” John came into the Bunker from the back entrance, parking the ‘company van,’ next to the Ducati. “He’s apparently in a Bratva safe house on Adams Street.” John paused for a couple seconds. “Uh Oliver…there is a new wrinkle in things.” He shook his head. “I should not be surprised by what Argus is capable of.”

Oliver had turned away from watching some video footage he took from the street camera outside his apartment. It was from the night Anatoly’s men made the mistake of attacking him. He turned towards John and steadied a gaze at his brother and partner.

“John, what are you telling me? What wrinkle?”

John didn’t hesitate. “The FBI has a man inside, setting up a raid on the safe house. Lyla’s people were able to find a transceiver inside the house. It’s  sending everything being said to the FBI. Three guesses who set this up.”

Oliver’s lips tightened as he looked away from John and back to the video footage. “John, I swear to god I’m going to make that woman wish she never came to our city. Okay, it’s not much of a wrinkle. We’ve worked for and against government agencies before. We’ll find out who their person is and do a little information gathering ourselves.”

John began to look around the Bunker. “Where’s Felicity,” he asked.

Oliver let a brief smile break through his concentration. “That woman is…wonderful. Have I told you she’s my wife? She’s at our place. I let her sleep in.”

“Maybe we should call her?”  John deadpanned back.  “We’ll need to monitor that transmission the FBI is locked on.”

“Any ID on the spy?” Oliver sat down in Felicity’s chair and zoomed in on six figures he had found on the footage. They were stationed outside and across the street from Oliver and Felicity’s home. He watched as five of them left one behind and started walking across the street towards their attack.

Oliver switched angles and zoomed in on the lone figure that stayed behind. As the camera focused, Oliver suddenly took a deep breath.

“No,” John began to answer Oliver’s question about the spy…

“I know who it is,” Oliver told John.

“You do? How?”

Oliver pointed John to the computer screen showing the exterior footage outside his apartment. John gasped when he saw who it was. “Son of a bitch,” John growled.  “Roy.”

“Yeah,” Oliver agreed. “And I’m pretty sure he’s just another pawn in Watson’s game.” He turned to face John.

“Suit up,” Oliver told his crime-fighting partner.

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[savageboar]

bloodhound puppies are so baby yet so grandpa

[chaosfaerie-x]

accidentally spent $200+ on skincare products and I’m so excited.

Skincare is so so important and although I was amazing at it when I was younger, I’ve really stopped trying.

And I’ve noticed recently that I’m getting more breakouts and my pores are gross and everything sucks.

So ya know. Skincare is important. And even though I spent more money than I theoretically have it’s okay because this is important and it’s making me feel better already.

[chrysanthemmum-blog]

lol i don't ever smile with my teeth

[sheynkayt]

today a little girl in my line asked me "why do you have a wrinkle in your nose?" and I was confused so i pointed to my nose ring and she was like "yeah" and her dad was like "that's not a wrinkle that's a nose ring" I almost died she was so cute