Evelyn/Athena's POV

I flipped over the guys, taking them down gracefully. It had been a long day. Now a long night. Arrow/Oliver and I were busy taking down Martin Somers again, making him face another form of justice for the crimes done against Victor Nocenti. Every time I pictured Somers, I remembered meeting his daughter, Emily Nocenti, at the courthouse the day that Oliver and I were 'legally resurrected'. I remembered why I was fighting. 

'Athena, I need you,' I heard Arrow say through my earpiece. 'I have Somers.' I heard grunting and screaming from over Arrow's earpiece and ran to meet him, running along the tops of packing crates. I came up to see Arrow shooting arrows at Somers. 

'I want the truth about Victor Nocenti,' I heard Arrow say. 

'I-I can't. The Triad will kill me.' I stepped out, next to Arrow. He glared at me and I threw my dagger near his head. 'Your little bitch almost killed me!' 

'Say that again,' I hissed, leaning close to him. 'Say it. I dare you.' 

'That's enough, Athena,' Arrow said. I wordlessly stepped back, having taken out the dagger and now flipping it between my hands effortlessly. He stepped forward. 'The Triad's not your concern right now.' He nocked his bow and easily shot another arrow between Somers' legs. 

'All right, all right, all right. It wasn't me who killed him. It was the Triad.' 

'Acting on whose instructions?' I yelled. Arrow shot again. Somers screamed. 

'Whose?!' Arrow yelled. 

'All right, all right. It was mine, alright? Nocenti said he was going to testify against me.' Just then we both turned to see the woman from the night that Laurel's apartment had been attacked. 

'Move away from him,' she said in a foreign language. 

'Make me,' Arrow dared. We charged towards each other and began fighting. She knocked Arrow to the ground and made for me, but suddenly there was the sound of police sirens and a loud voice being spoken into a megaphone. We all ran in opposite directions. 

'You are surrounded. Come out with your hands in the air.' Arrow and I both ran outside, on the docks, but froze when we heard the click of a gun. 

'Freeze! You twitch and you're dead. Bow down, daggers down, hands up. The both of you.' Instead of complying, Arrow threw an arrow from his leg sheath at Detective Lance, knocking away his gun, then he grabbed my hand and we disappeared from sight. 

                                                                   Third Person POV

Detective Lance looked around. No sign of the two hooded vigilantes. He looked at the storage unit next to him, and saw his gun stuck on the storage unit, held up by the arrow, which was blinking. He reached forwards and pressed something on the arrow. What was recorded played back on the arrow for him to hear. 

'All right, all right. It was mine, alright? Nocenti said he was going to testify against me.' He looked around, sighing, putting his hands on his hips. 

'You son of a bitch.'