《Destiny Rewritten》Chapter 82
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"Not that I don't enjoy it when you take me out to dinner, but usually when you do, it's because you need a favor from me." Alex said to Sara as they sat at dinner.
"What, can't I treat my girlfriend to a nice dinner every once and awhile?" Sara asked, only to have Alex raise an eyebrow at her.
"Okay fine, you no doubt heard about the new cop killer in Star City?" Sara asked.
"The one who uses weapons as old as the ones you guys use, yeah." Alex said.
"Very funny Alex. Sometimes the old ways are the best ways. Anyways, Oliver wants to get his hands on the throwing star the SCPD recovered, but Laurel does not yet have the pull in the mayor's office to get her hands on it. I was hoping there was some way I can use my Argus or FBI cover to get my hands on it." Sara said.
"I'm sorry Sara, but I've already stuck out my neck in that regard already with Church and he had federal warrants out for him. This new guy doesn't. Until he does, this is an internal matter for the Star City police. If you're not bringing your father into the fold, then I recommend putting a member of your team in the police force. I really wish I could help you Sara, but my hands are tied this time." Alex said and Sara nodded.
"It's okay. That's actually some good advice." Sara said.
"Good. Now, why don't we enjoy the rest of our evening." Alex said.
"What do you want?" Sara asked, now raising her eyebrow.
"It's something I'd rather tell you in private." Alex said and Sara nodded in understanding.
After their date, Alex and Sara returned to their new apartment, which while it wasn't nearly as large as Oliver and Laurel's penthouse, was still pretty large as it was loft.
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"So, what is it?" Sara asked.
"Over the past few months, I've been investigating the Longbow Hunters, heard of them?" Alex asked.
"Yeah, they're one of the few groups the League of Assassins didn't try to mess with, I thought they were wiped out." Sara said.
"No, they are still around and they are dangerous. In fact, they actually had a mutual acquaintance of your team." Alex said.
"Who?" Sara asked.
"Ricardo Diaz. He was trying to employ them to help take your team out when he was trying to take over the city before Oliver put him down. The thing is, there's no way Diaz could've afforded to hire the Longbow hunter, they're way out of his price range. That's how I found the middle man." Alex said as she picked up her tablet and handed it to Sara.
"A painting?" Sara asked.
"The painting's name is Dante. It's being used as some kind of contact with terrorist circles." Alex said.
"How many people know about this?" Sara asked.
"Just you and me and it has to stay that way for right now." Alex said.
"Alex, why are you telling me this?" Sara asked.
"Because I need you to come overseas with me to meet with a contact of mine who might have more information to help with this. Once we know more, then we can start bringing in more outside help." Alex said.
"When do we leave?" Sara asked immediately.
"A few days. As far as anyone is concerned, we're just using some unused vacation time for a romantic holiday." Alex said.
"But instead we're going to be looking into an unknown mystery name that's connected to some of the worst terrorists on this planet. Real romantic." Sara said.
"Did I forget mention that my contact is in France?" Alex asked.
"Paris?" Sara asked.
"Where else. Who says I don't know how to do romance?" Alex said with a smile.
"Not me." Sara said as she kissed her.
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