My Name is Thea Queen, I Am the Arrow

Unfinished Business pt. 2

"What happened here?" Felicity questions as she walks into our hideout.

"The Ethernet cable still works. Would you plug in your table, please?" I ask as I hand Felicity the cord.

"Did you decide to remodel?" She asks.

"Long story." I dismiss.

"Where's Dig?" Felicity asks.

"Long story." I dismiss again as I move stuff around.

"Okay." Felicity draws out.

"The hostage taking junkie. He is the only end to The Count we've got left." I say.

"What type of information are you looking for?" Felicity asks.

"Anything that will give us a line on The Count's location. Has the ME performed the autopsy report yet?" I asks.

"Yeah, just pulling it up now." Felicity answers.

"Check the toxicology report to see if there's something related to the Vertgio he was on." I tell her.

"He didn't die from a Vertigo overdose." Felicity says.

"I saw it, Felicity." I sigh.

"According to the coroner, cause of death was severe anaphylaxis. He died of an allergic reaction to chlorpromazine." She explains, reading from her tablet.

"That's an anti-psychotic. Pull up the Veronica Sparks autopsy. Did she have chlorpromazine in her system?" I asks.

"Yes. How did you know?" Felicity questions.

"The Count must have added it as a new ingredient in this latest iteration of Vertigo." I answer.

"But wouldn't the amount he'd need to manufacture enough for circulation be huge? Where would he get that much?" Felicity wonders.

"The mental institution. What if we're looking at this all wrong?" I wonder.

"How so?" She questions.

"Everybody is looking for him outside the asylum, but what if he never left? What if...what if he faked his escape...the same way he faked being insane?" I think.

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"I should've killed you when I had the chance. Turn around. I said turn around." I tell The Count as approach him, an arrow aimed straight at him.

As I face The Count, who was sitting in a chair, I slowly draw my bow string back to place. The Count was bound to the chair, frozen as if he was in his own little world, hooked up to various machines. Suddenly, I'm knocked over the head and I fall the ground, unconscious.

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I jolt awake, pulling against the leather straps that bound me to the chair. I look around and see that my arsenal had been taken, placed on the adjacent table. I also notice how my hood was pulled back, revealing my true identity.

"So The Count didn't fake losing his mind, did he? This was you the whole time. How'd you get him to give the formula for Vertigo? Chemistry doesn't seem like his best subject right now." I ask the two men as they approach me.

"He couldn't tell me if he wanted to. I ordered a biopsy on his kidneys. The tissue was suffused with the narcotic after his OD. When I got the results, I realized I could reverse engineer the chemical compound of the drug produced a synthesized version myself using the facilities here." The doctor explains.

"And made a few improvements, like adding chlorpromazine." I add.

"That's how you found us." The doctor concludes.