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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 28, 2013 5:07:01 GMT
"I hope not. Knowing the kinds of crazies that live here..." Ollie muttered. The traffic camera feed popped up. "Ah, here we are."
Paul pulled the sample off and draped another on. He began examining Thea's arm.
"It's too good..." He muttered.
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Post by Thea Queen on Aug 28, 2013 5:08:45 GMT
She tried to pull her arm away, but that wasn't working. Oh shit, what was going to happen?
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"There are traffic cameras in the Glades?" Carrie questioned.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 28, 2013 5:15:27 GMT
"They're sparse, but they're there." Ollie said. "The closest one was a block away..."
Paul ran a finger down her arm. His expression grew angrier. "It's too good... I can't use this.."
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Post by Thea Queen on Aug 28, 2013 5:17:03 GMT
She was still scared, but a bit more relieved. She still shook in her chair when he touched her, trying to get free.
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"Let's just go to where you lost her and look," Carrie said.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 28, 2013 5:26:33 GMT
Paul pulled the sample off of her, walking back into the back of his studio. He took a moment to admire the larger quilt he made, stretched on the wall.
Ollie aimed the traffic camera at the spot and rewound a few minutes, watching as some creep in red goggles injected Thea with something and dragged her into the alley.
"Okay, we have our suspect. Let's get him identified." Ollie said.
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Post by Thea Queen on Aug 28, 2013 5:28:30 GMT
Carrie shook her head, "You can do that, but we have a description. It might be faster to just go and save her."
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Thea tried to get a look, confused and disturbed.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 28, 2013 5:32:18 GMT
"Well, we don't know where he is with Thea. All we know is he has her." Ollie said.
"Oh well." Paul said, before walking back and beginning to prepare a syringe of drugs.
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Post by Thea Queen on Aug 28, 2013 5:34:15 GMT
"And if nothing else we can inquire to people in the Glades," Carrie said.
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A syringe? Shitshitshitshit.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 28, 2013 5:39:26 GMT
"Oh, yeah, that's a great idea. Just go around asking the people who hate us for merely being above the poverty line, even more so for being successful, where some psycho might have taken my sister." Ollie replied. "Wait... red goggles..."
Paul jabbed the syringe into the side of Thea's neck, injecting the knockout drugs.
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Post by Thea Queen on Aug 28, 2013 5:40:27 GMT
"Then I ask, and make myself look like one...," Carrie offered.
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Thea went limp again.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 28, 2013 5:45:09 GMT
"We don't have to do any man-on-the-street. Red goggles... who wears red goggles...?" Ollie asked, as he began searching the web.
Paul moved Thea to a rolling table, and rolled her into the back. He strapped her down, before beginning to find a place to include her in the quilt.
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Post by Thea Queen on Aug 28, 2013 5:48:42 GMT
"Fine," she said.
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Thea was immobilized, but would come out of his sleep soon enough.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 28, 2013 5:54:25 GMT
"Okay, so these are goggles used to treat coloremitis..." Ollie said, surfing like the wind. "Who has these in the city of Starling..."
"Looks like we didn't need Felicity anyway." Dig said.
He found a place, and began to adjust it a little, for a better fit.
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Post by Thea Queen on Aug 28, 2013 5:55:36 GMT
"Ok," Carrie said, just wanting to go.
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Thea started to slowly awaken.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Aug 28, 2013 6:03:29 GMT
"Paul Dekker. Last known address, just a few blocks from where I lost Thea. Suit up." Ollie said, straightening.
Paul was still working on adjusting the space.
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