Chapter 119:

Chapter 119:

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[David Lance POV]

Knowing our location had been compromised, we moved Dr. Roquette to a cybercafe nearby. There, in order to mislead the assassins, they would continue to send after Dr. Roquette; we then divided into three groups.

Group A would act as a distraction. That group consisted of me, Aqualad, and Miss Martian, who, in order to trick the assassins, would be shape-shifted into the shape of Dr. Roquette, acting as the bait.

Group B consisted of Dr. Roquette, Raven, and Artemis. The three of them would be in a building nearby, around three blocks away from Group A's location. There, Dr. Roquette would be working on the virus to stop the FOG, while Raven and Artemis provided her protection.

Group C was in charge of chasing the FOG in order to slow it down to the best of their collective ability. The group consisted of Robin, Kid Flash, and Superboy, all of them having the necessary powers and skills to take on this role.

-I'll be outside the building,- I said telepathically, getting a nod from Aqualad and Miss Martian in Dr. Roquette's guise. -Do not leave the room, even if you hear a fight breaking out.- nove(l)bi(n.)com

I really didn't know what to think of the situation. What to do about the Light, about everything, even killing them wasn't a real option for most of them; I mean, Vandal was immortal, and so was Klarion.

I paused as that thought crossed my mind. Since when do I know Klarion was a part of the Light? New memories, perhaps? But didn't they hurt when they came back?

I sighed at this, rubbing my temples. A new fucking variable, now the memories could come back without me realizing they had, fucking great, just fanfuckingtascular. Taking a deep breath, I pushed these thoughts away for the moment.

I had to focus on the mission at hand; besides, I had already gotten distracted enough today as it is.

With that in mind, I continued walking around the perimeter of the building, scanning the area, until from shadows that lurked within the trees and vegetation around, a dart flies my way, calm, and without moving from where I was standing, I grabbed the dart out of the air in a fluid motion, before turning my gaze to the trees, finding myself face to face with the assassin known as Chesire, who had apparently not come alone, being accompanied by two other assassins, Black Spider, and Hook.

Chesire steps forward, the other two behind her following suit. "A pleasure to meet you, Black Bolt." she purred, her voice soft and sharp like a poison in disguise. "Do be a good boy and move out of the way. My employer wants Dr. Roquette to be eliminated, so make my job easier." Seeing me unmoving and unimpressed with her cocky demeanor, she drew a blade from her cloak and, with a sultry tone, said. "Good, I don't like the easy way whatsoever. I'm a bad, bad girl, and I like things the hard, rough way."

Was it me, or was that overly sexyal in some way?

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No, no, focus on the mission, don't read into the situation. She's not Harley. She's part of the Light, part of them, part of those who want to hurt those I love...

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[Cheshire POV]

Well, that was something. I was severely miss informed about Black Bolt and his capabilities. I was led to believe by the shadows that his abilities were just above peak human performance with a destructive voice capable of leveling cities.

I almost died because of that lack of information.

Not everything was bad, though. He was handsome at the very least and mysterious, I guess not speaking gives him that little touch of extra. Who would have thought I had such basic tastes? I never thought I would like the broody, dark, mysterious type of guy.

I guess I like them with some baggage to carry. Him being mute does make him the perfect guy, one that can't talk.

Hilarious.

"Did you kill the target?"

Ugh, and here comes the reason Artemis and I will probably need therapy for the rest of our lives. "No, I didn't."

"Why?" Dad asked, confused as to why I had failed.

"The same reason you failed to kill Black Bolt as you had said you would. Black Bolt won; in fact, he almost killed me, thank you for the warning, by the way," I replied, rolling my eyes at him under my mask.

"He didn't defeat me this time, someone helped him, and when I find who, they will pay," Dad hissed, his hands balling into fists before he turned his attention back to me. "But back to your failure. What do you mean he almost killed you?"

I paused, giving him a look. Did he really not know about Black Bolt's power? In that case, handsome wasn't lying; he actually lost control for a moment, but why?... I don't recall having hurt or killed anyone he knows, or did I?

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No, nothing comes to mind, I haven't had many contracts in Star City, so it can't be that. Meaning it was something related to me, but not directly, that only leaves three choices, my dad, The Shadows, or the Light.

"He showed speed beyond what we thought possible he could reach. And strength, leagues above that as well, had I not dodged that punch he threw at me, we would not be having his conversation," I said, taking a deep breath. I would find what triggered the little hero later.

"I see," Dad replied in a low tone as we walked to our extraction point.