Bobbi
Sara processed the information she received about her neighbor. There's a possibility that she may be the real Barbara Morse, or a doppelganger from a different earth. How is she going to confront her about it? If she is a doppelganger, she could be a meta human since most breachers are. She has to be careful.
"What should we do, Sara?" Sara had almost forgotten that she was still on the phine with Felicity.
"I'll handle it. Don't worry." She said adamantly. There was no clear threat yet. She doesn't need to bother anyone else. She can handle it.
"What if she's a breacher and a meta?"
"I'll take care of it, Felicity. I gotta go."
She hung up and worked on a secure plan to approach Barbara Morse. She said she has a degree in biology. Still plausible, since the Barbara Morse from their earth is a science teacher in a high school in some other city. If she is that Barbara Morse, what brought her to Star City in false pretenses.
Sara told Felicity the following morning to accommodate Barbara with the tour of the facilities, so she won't suspect anything wrong. Bobbi went to Palmer Tech and had the tour. She was still cautious and took her time in scoping out the place. She engaged in conversation to keep her friendly cover intact.
By the end of the tour, she thought she would be asked to start, but again, was dismissed by Felicity. She was curious. Were they suspecting her, or was it just the way it is here?
She found Sara waiting for her at the lobby on her way out. She was greeted with a sunny smile, so she smiled back.
"Hey. What are you doing here?"
"Thought I'd see how you're doing. Starting yet?"
"Not yet. Tomorrow, I guess."
"That sounds great. How about we go get some drinks to celebrate?"
"Isn't it too early?"
"I've got a shift at the club later, so now sounds about the right time."
"You're not trying to get me to help you out, are you?"
"No! No! Just a drink. On me."
"Okay."
They walked out the building and stopped when they reached a parked motorcycle. Sara handed her a helmet, which she only eyed at first.
"What?"
"Nothing." She took the helmet and put it on. "You're really living up to being the rebellious daughter."
Sara simply smiled, thinking she doesn't even know half of what she really does. She climbed on her bike and so did Bobbi, sitting behind her. They rove through the streets 'til they reached Verdant.
The place looked like an old factory renovated to be a club. There was an intriguing vibe that would make you want to see what's inside.
They entered the place. It was still empty with the chairs up on the tables and lights still dim. Sara thought it to be a good place to confront her neighbor. But she wouldn't just drop the bomb right away.
"Want a drink?"
"Sure. Scotch. Make it a double."
"Okay." Sara poured them each a glass. They were standing on opposite sides of the bar. It gave Sara a fair amount of distance, if ever she decides to strike. And she is fast enough to go over the bar and chase after her, if she chooses to run.
"So, how was the tour?"
"The facilities were quite impressive, though it wasn't as big as the other departments. Won't you get in trouble for this?"
"Not really. Told you, my friend owns the place."
"Yeah. So you do this often?"
"Usually alone, but yes."
"What do you drink to?"
Sara smiled to herself. She was changing the focus of the conversation to her. Okay, she would play into for a while.
"My demons from my past. Family and friends I've lost. Like I said, Star City isn't the grandest place to start anew."
"Yet your demons seem darker than how this place appears to be."
"I never said all my demons were from here. How about you? Tell me about your demons."
"Things didn't go as planned."
"So you ran here?"
"More like sucked into this place."
Her choice of words made Sara curious. It was time.
"What really brought you here, Barbara?"
Shit, Bobbi thought. She's caught, but what's with all the charade. Why take her there for a drink? She eyed her drink. Was she drugged? Shit.
"That is your name, right? Barbara Morse."
There was no need to talk her way out of it. She probably had her face ran through the database. She was busted, but she could definitely take her on. She reached for her batons from behind her, ready for an encounter. And Sara held on to her weapon from behind the bar as well.
They stared down at each other, waiting who will make the first move. In the end it was Bobbi who was more unsettled by the stand off. She swiftly went for the glass, Sara had poured for her, and threw it right at her. Having great reflexes, Sara was able to dodge it before it struck her right in the face.
Sara pushed herself up and over the bar, with her retractable metal batons in hand. She blocked the direction Bobbi was heading. Bobbi brought out her own batons, held them firmly, and initiated the fight. They exchanged strikes, with mostly their batons meeting. Their movements were swift, surprising both as the other kept up. Sara felt exhilarated. It had been a while since she found another worthy adversary. Not that Nyssa and Oliver were not, it's just nice to find someone new. She had gotten quite the read at their movements, that made them predictable to her at times.
"You're no ordinary bartender." Bobbi said when she acquired some distanced after receiving a hard kick from Sara that pushed her a couple of steps back.
"And I doubt you're just a scientist."
It's strange, but to Bobbi, it seemed like Sara was enjoying their unlikely encounter, which she actually was. It was a bit frightening, not knowing what she's really up against, but Sara missed the thrill of adventure. She put her two batons together, making it to her staff. She enjoyed playing along, but she's messed up the club quite enough.
"What are you really doing here, Barbara?"
"Bobbi." She corrected. She doesn't really like using her real name. She had always preferred being called Bobbi for some reason.
"Okay. Bobbi."
Bobbi was confused. If she had already found out who she is, she should have known what she is accused of, yet she seems to have no idea of it. Things just become stranger and stranger. She has to get the hell out of there. She has to figure things out. She has to get back to Hunter.
She threw one of her batons at Sara distracting her as she moved to strike at her from the side. She was able to knock her down a bit, and she used that opportunity to make a run for it. Sara tried to chase after her, but she moved fast. The moment Sara got outside Verdant, she was long gone. It was fine. She was in her city. She will find her. She won't get away from her that easily.
Sara smiled. Bobbi. Damn. She definitely intrigued her, breacher or meta, she couldn't care less. She got her interest.
Bobbi wandered around through the city, having no clue where to go. She can't go back to her apartment, since Sara's her neighbor. And there really isn't a need to, she doesn't have much with her back there, her gun perhaps, but she will make do.
Bobbi went to the precint to try and get some information at the least. Human sources were quite more reliable at times like that than the books and articles she had found before. She casually waltz into the precint and was approached by one of the uniformed officers, asking her what he could help her with. She started off to make a report, at the same time asked questions to get her an idea where she was.
"Capt. Lance!" Someone called out.
Lance. Sara Lance. It can't be a coincidence. She stood still as the said Capt. Lance passed by her. She saw quite the resemblance. She can't be there. If Sara was the daughter of the captain, they were bound to know who she is. She hurriedly made an excuse and exited the station. Shit. Where could she go?
Sara thought she was really good. She's been having a hard time tracking her. Felicity hasn't gotten a sign of her on any surveillance, except from the station. When she got there, Bobbi had already left. She wondered where could have gone. She thought of the times she was in hiding from her family. It gave her a few ideas where to look.
The old clock tower. How poetic. She climbed up silently and hid in the shadows. Bobbi was by the broken glass face of the clock, looking down on the streets, watching, scoping out where else she could go.
Sara wondered what could she really be. Bobbi was excellently skilled in combat and has an unexpected amount of knowledge in espionage. She could be a covert operative, but damn she's so much better than the A.R.G.U.S agents she has encountered, maybe even better than Lyla. Especially if she doesn't seem so lost.
Sara liked the way the moonlight shone on Bobbi's features. The way her blonde hair glowed like a halo around her face. She lingered a bit longer in the shadows, admiring the beautiful specimen standing only a few feet from her.
"You like the view?" Sara said, emerging from the shadows.
Bobbi taking no time at all, threw one of her batons, which Sara easily blocked with her own, then retrieved it using her magnetic bracelets.
"That's nice." Sara complemented the technology of her weaponry.
They once again engaged in a heated battle. Sara having the advantage of knowing the clock tower's every inch and corner. Given the opportunity, Sara knocked Bobbi out by hitting her at the back of the head with her staff.
Sara brought her to the old abandoned lair of team Arrow under Verdant. Bobbi awoke tied securely to a chair, with Sara sitting right across her.
"Hello, Bobbi." Sara liked the way her name sounds when she says it. Bobbi. She could repeat it over and over.
Bobbi pretended not to feel threatened. She was trained to endure immense amounts of torture, but it never meant that she was never afraid. She was, but always endured. She won't be fazed by Sara.
"Sara." Bobbi forced a smile. "You're quite the bartender."
Sarcasm. A defense mechanism. She would enjoy this, Sara thought.
"You threw your drink at me. Can you blame me?"
"Wasn't up to my taste."
"I see. You could have just said so."
"I'm saying it now."
"Who are you, Bobbi Morse?"
"Who do you think I am?"
Throwing the question back at her. She was trying to see what she knows. Well, she won't bite.
"Do you know where you are?"
"Underground basement, by the looks of it."
"Not what I meant, but you're good."
"You won't get anything out of me."
"You think I'll torture you? You wouldn't wish that. Those who trained me taught me how to kill that would last for days. But I do have the time, what do you think?"
"You won't break me."
"There are different ways to make you talk. I don't need to torture you." By then, Sara was leaning so close to Bobbie, she could feel her hot breath against her cheek. Bobbi wasn't sure why, but her heart skipped a beat.
Sara sat back comfortably on her chair. She just sat there silently, staring curiously at Bobbi, who was also staring back at her. An hour passed and Bobbi started to avert her gaze somewhere else. It was making her uncomfortable.
An hour, and then two more, and Sara just stayed there, silently watching her. She has almost memorized every feature of her face. Sara decided she was intriguing and mesmerizing. It wasn't just the way she looked. It was her attitude and the mystery she seems to be.
"Is this supposed to intimidate me?" Bobbi said lightly and smiled, as if to say it was doing nothing for her.
"No. Simply trying to figure you out."
"What have you got so far?"
"Aside from you having quite the attitude; you're trained, by how calm you are in this situation and how you fight of course; you're most likely not from this earth; and you intrigue me. I like you."
"You tie up everyone you like?"
"Not letting you go."
"I thought you like me."
"Maybe I prefer you tied up."
"Kinky."
Sara smiled at that. A few fantasies rolling in her head. "Oh don't get me started on that, Bobbi Morse."
And Bobbi's throat seemed to have gone dry. She could feel her body heating up. She just attributed her body's reaction to her surroundings. But hell, the place was cool and damp. Her analysis of her strange reaction was cut short when Sara's phone rang.
"Sara, where are you?" Her friend, Oliver, said on the other line.
"What's the matter?" They didn't have to know what she was doing. She doesn't have to get them involved.
"We need your help. We'll meet you at the base."
Sara hung up. She didn't want to leave Bobbi there, especially when things were starting to get entertaining. But her friends need her. And maybe it would give Bobbi time to think.
After Oliver had filled her in on the mission at hand, Felicity pulled her aside.
"Were you with?"
"Yes. And I got it handled." Sara gave her a look.
"I haven't said anything, though I should. You haven't heard him reprimanding you, so safe."
"Thanks, Felicity."
Back at Verdant, Bobbi was trying to find a way out, but first her restraints. She looked around to see if there could be anything near her that could help her out of her binds. Sara was too careful. She made sure there were nothing much near her. Bobbi frustratingly tried all she could to get out of her ties. All she achieved was make herself fall on her side.
Sara, Oliver, Diggle and Thea went on to disrupt an arms deal by the docks. Police were on stand by, but Oliver insisted with Captain Lance that they handle things first.
"Everyone in position?" Oliver asked through their communication devices. And each one responded yes.
They first had to make sure that their target is present. One of the parties opened the back of a container truck and unloaded a couple of crates. They opened the crates and revealed the military grade weapons inside.
Oliver shot an explosive arrow just between the crates and the men opening them to move they away from it. That gave the others their cue to move in, except for Diggle, who was acting as their sniper.
They quickly shot up the vehicles to prevent them from escaping. They easily took on a number of guys at a time each, even without Diggle shooting from a distance. Once the scene was secure enough, they signaled for Captain Lance that it was clear to advance his team. They helped the SCPD apprehend the perpetrators and recover the stolen weaponry. It was a good day.
They went back to the base to change into their normal clothes. Sara quickly excused herself as she had to get back to Bobbi. When she reached Verdant, she found Bobbi lying on her side, still tied to the chair. She couldn't help but smile. She counted on her being experienced, so she made sure it wouldn't be easy. She was glad her precautions worked.
"Where do you think you're going?" Sara placed the bag of food on the table by the wall, before helping Bobbi back up.
"Oh, I just thought it'd be nice to lie down for a while."
"And how long ago was your a while?"
Bobbi didn't answer. It was quite long that her neck started to sore. Sara took their food out. She looked at Bobbi again and debated whether to release her, at least so she could eat.
"If I remove your ties so you could eat, would you promise no to try and run? Let's just say it would do you no good. I am capable of killing you, though I wouldn't want to. I would, if I have to."
"I promise."
"Don't test me, okay? Then maybe we'll have a decent talk."
"Okay."
"You promise not to try anything?"
"I promise I won't."
Sara took out a knife and cut the ties on her arms. Once her arms were free, Bobbi swiftly grabbed the knife from Sara's hand and had it to her neck.
"Let me go." She said.
But Sara was ready for it, she also had a knife on her other hand and had it to Bobbi's chest. The moment Bobbi noticed it was also the moment Sara countered and retrieved her knife from her.
"I told you not to try anything. I know you're good. I try not to underestimate you. Do the same with me."
"Fine." Bobbi thought that maybe complying is a better approach with Sara.
She gave her a box of Chinese food and a spoon. No chopsticks. It's easier to use as a weapon. They ate a while in silence. It was Bobbi who broke it.
"Where were you?"
"Out with friends."
"I don't think your friends' idea of hanging out works for you."
"What makes you say that?"
"You prefer babysitting me here."
"What can I say, you intrigue me. And our 'hang out' is starting to..."
"Get boring?"
"At times, but I do love what we do."
"Which is?"
"What about you? What brought you to this earth? Tired of your life in the other?"
Bobbi wasn't sure if she heard her right. This Earth. Other. Where on earth is she? What the hell is going on? She's in deeper shit than she thought.
"This earth?"