Arrow ~ All For Nothing ~ Part Three

***

"Oh, boy," Mon-El whistled lowly as he and Imra landed with Dig, Kara and Oliver landing a few feet away. "This place is huge."

"Which is why we play this smart," Oliver said, looking up at the enormous warehouse as Dig and the two Legionnaires jogged over. "Supergirl, Valor, Saturn Girl, you search this place top to bottom. Strip it down, I don't care. Find that bomb."

"And all the men inside?" Kara asked.

"Leave them to us," an Australian voice answered.

Oliver turned, relief evident on his face as Slade approached, Malcolm and Laurel grappling in. "Thank you for coming," he said.

"Like we wouldn't," Malcolm adjusted his bow, looking up at the warehouse. "You need every person you can get to search this place, considering there's a bomb that can take out the entire city somewhere inside."

"What, did three others not feel the same way?" Laurel looked around, though she didn't look surprised.

"They're going after Vincent," Dig explained.

"One man over the entire city?" Slade asked incredulously.

Oliver just sighed. "We need to move and find this bomb, quickly."

***

One of the guards in Cayden's headquarters was thrown to the ground, and Dinah stormed past him, violently punching the next guard who tried to get in her way. She smashed her bo staff into the head of the next guard she saw, quickly running to cover as more guards with machine guns ran into view. Rene provided cover fire as Curtis joined Dinah, then joined both of them himself. "How much further?" Dinah asked.

"About one hundred yards or so, give or take," Curtis answered.

"That might as well be a mile away at this rate," Rene shook his head.

"Not if you draw their fire," Dinah argued.

Curtis nodded. "Follow the T-sphere," he told her, holding it up. "Go!"

He launched it into the air, and as Rene ran out to fire at the men heading towards them, Dinah raced after the sphere, Rene and Curtis following her when it was clear.

***

Vincent wearily raised his head, panting as his remaining wounds healed, perking up when he heard gunfire. The lone guard left in the room checked out the door, and Vincent gritted his teeth, finally breaking through his bonds. The guard tried to rush him, but Vincent picked up his chair and whacked the guard in the back of the head, sending the guard to the ground, unconscious. Vincent didn't stay long, choosing to rush out of the room.

***

"I'll take the top level," Kara told Mon-El and Imra as they entered the warehouse.

"I'll take middle," Mon-El nodded.

"Ground," Imra finished.

Kara flew for the stairwell, followed by Mon-El, and Imra took off in a sprint, propelling herself into the air by her Legion ring, knocking out a few guards while she was at it.

***

Slade ducked away from Imra flying past him, raising his arm to block the gunfire headed for his face. With a feral snarl, he whipped his sword free from its sheath on his back, twirling it and slashing the offending guard's legs out from under him. He went down with a yelp, and Slade charged into the next three shooting at him, the bullets bouncing harmlessly off his armor.

Dig took the corridor just opposite him, punching one guard in the back and shoving him against the wall. He swiftly dodged the bullets the guard fired at him, and he grabbed the guard in a chokehold, firing into his leg to keep him down.

From the opposite side of the ground floor, Oliver brought down the first two guards with ease, then rushed the men in the kitchen, alternating between firing arrows into them and shoving them into the metal tables inside.

***

Diaz turned away from the bomb being loaded into a truck when he heard the sounds of fighting, and with a small smirk, he looked at Anatoli. "Looks like your little buddy's finally found us."

"Took longer than expected," Anatoli sniffed. "Good for us. Bad for him."

Diaz nodded in agreement, withdrawing a tablet from his coat and opening it up as Anatoli took out a radio, Diaz bringing up a few schematics for the warehouse. It wasn't a dead zone for them, after all.

***

Imra landed in one room, taking one look around before whipping around and bringing her hands up. A forcefield shimmered to life in front of her, and the bullets fired at her ricocheted back and into the guards who fired them. They let out startled cries and collapsed, and Imra dropped the forcefield, raising a hand to her comms. "I haven't found it," she reported.

***

Dig fired shots into the last guard in his hallway, watching as he collapsed to the ground, taking a few empty cardboard boxes with him. "Not here, either," he agreed.

He heard footsteps behind him and turned, and for a second, his gun was aimed at the black and orange mask of Slade. The other vigilante silently shook his head, and Dig lowered his gun. "Wizard?" Slade asked. "Siren?"

***

"For God's sake!" Malcolm growled as he stabbed one of his arrows into the neck of one of the guards he was fighting.

Laurel kicked herself off the wall and punched out the next guard trying to fire at her, grabbing him by the arm and using him as a human shield, two other guards firing rounds into their own ally. When they were nicely distracted by that, she screamed at them, sending them flying back into the wall. "Will you let that go long enough to find this bomb?" she snapped.

A yelp came from behind her, and Laurel turned around to see Malcolm's sword sticking out of one guard's chest. Malcolm swiftly pulled it out, looking down at the guard as he fell. "That'll be the day," he muttered, wiping the guard's blood off on said guard's uniform. "You OK?" "Yeah," Laurel nodded.

Malcolm nodded back, looking around. "No sign of the bomb here," he added. "Anyone else?"

***

"Nothing yet!"

Mon-El sighed when he heard Kara's report, and he finished looking into the next room he had to check. "Same," he said, then whipped his fist up, punching the guard approaching him from behind in the nose, making him stumble back before Mon-El turned and knocked him out completely.

***

Oliver finished going through his next room of guards, growling angrily. "Nothing," he spat in frustration.

"I'm almost finished," Kara tried to assure him.

"I'm rounding out this floor, too," Mon-El added.

Oliver took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "We are still running out of time," he seethed. Metallic scraping caught his attention, and he turned to look at the door behind him. Narrowing his eyes, he reached for his comms again. "I've got movement, east corridor."