Oliver and I were waiting for an injured John to wake up after giving him the cure, suited up. Oliver didn't have the hood up or the grease paint over his face. I didn't have my mask on.

"You brought him with why?" I asked.

"I didn't," Oliver answered. "He followed me."

"Huh," I said.

"What?" Oliver asked.

I shook my head. "Nothing. It's just... maybe you're losing your edge." Oliver looked at me, tilting his head. I smirked, looking away. John was lucid enough to be awake, starting to sit up. "Hey."

John sat up weakly. "Oliver? Jill?" Oliver nodded. John started to stand. "You're those vigilantes."

John tried to punch Oliver.

Oliver ducked.

John nearly fell, holding onto a desk for support.

Oliver and I turned to face him.

"Easy, Dig," Oliver told him. "You were poisoned."

I put John on the table. "We could have taken you anywhere. Could have taken you home. We brought you here."

"You really did lose your minds on that island," John told us.

"Found a couple of things along the way," Oliver told him. 

"Like what, weapons and defense classes?" John asked.

"Clarity," Oliver answered. "Starling City is dying. It is being poisoned by a criminal elite who don't care who they hurt, as long as they maintain their wealth and power."

"What are you gonna do, take them all down by yourselves?" John asked.

"No," I answered. "Now, we want you to join us. Special forces out of Kandahar. It's perfect. You're a fellow soldier."

John scoffed. "You're not soldiers. You're criminals. And murderers."

John struggled to stand and walk out.

⚔    

The next morning in the Queen mansion, I walked into the living room to see Moira sitting on the couch and a man in a suit standing nearby. 

"How did you sleep?" Moira asked.

"Just fine," I answered. "Thank you. Where's Oliver and Thea?"

"They went out," Moira answered. "We have a visitor. Mr. Diggle's replacement."

I pressed my lips together, looking down. "Replacement?"

"Yes," Moira answered. "He tendered his resignation this morning."

"Did he say why?" I asked.

"He said he didn't approve of the way you and Oliver spend your evenings, particularly given that they always begin with the two of you ditching him," Moira told me.

I nodded, looking at the man. "Hi."

The man offered me his hand. "Ms. Wright, Rob Scott." I shook it. "I'll be your new body man."

"That's a firm grip you got there, Rob," I told him.

"That's five years SWAT with monument point MCU," Rob told me.

I nodded. "I feel safer already."

Moira looked at the news on the TV. "Thank God we don't have to hear about this awful man anymore."

I turned up the TV.

"Declan's execution is set for midnight two days from now. Camille Declan's former employer, Jason Brodeur, released a statement, saying, quote, 'I hope this gives Camille the peace she deserves.'"

"What is this?" I asked.

"Camille's husband murdered her in their baby's room," Moira explained.

"Jason Brodeur?" I asked. "The dead wife worked for Jason Brodeur?"

"Apparently so," Moira answered. "What... Why?"

I shook my head. "No reason. Say, Rob, I want to go into town. Can you please get the car for me?"

"No offense Ms. Wright, but I have been filled in on your tendency to slip the leash," Rob told me. "If it's all the same to you, I'd prefer keeping you in my sights at all times."

"We're 20 miles from the city," I told him. "If you don't drive me, how else am I gonna get there? Right?" Rob nodded, walking out, leaving. I looked at Moira. "I like him."

I put the remote down, walking outside to get a motorcycle, pulling on a helmet, driving away, past Rob by the limo, waving bye, driving down the road.

⚔    

I got to the lair, talking with Oliver.

"They say Peter Declan murdered his wife in cold blood," Oliver told me. "He had no alibi, and all the evidence pointed toward him. He was tried, convicted, and sentenced to death, an open-and-shut case. Except for one thing."

"Let me guess," I told him. "The guy that Declan's wife Camille worked for, Jason Brodeur... his name is in your dad's book."

Oliver looked at me. "Yeah. Take all the fun out of telling you something you don't know."

I smirked.

⚔    

I was setting up my suit. "Declan has always claimed he was innocent, and I think he's right. The odds are good that Brodeur is involved in this woman's murder, which means an innocent man is facing execution."

Oliver nodded. "He'll need a good attorney."

Laurel Lance.

⚔  

Oliver had gone to talk to Laurel as "The Hood" to ask her to defend Peter.

I went to a diner with Rob, seeing John with a waitress, walking toward them.

"Area is secure, ma'am," Rob told me.

I nodded. "Thank you very much, Rob." I walked closer to John and the waitress. "Hello."

The waitress looked at me. "You're Jill Wright. I know who you are."

"No, you really don't," John told her.

The waitress walked away, leaving.

I turned to face John. "Hello." I sat across from him. "I couldn't help but notice a distinct lack of police cars when I got to the Queen mansion. I knew you wouldn't drop a dime. So, have you considered my offer?"

John scoffed. "Offer? That's one hell of a way to put it."

"It is an offer," I told him. "It's a chance to do the kind of good that compelled you to join the military."

John smirked without humor. "Please. Jill, Oliver was born with a platinum spoon in his mouth. He spends five years on an island with no room service, and he suddenly finds religion?"

I sighed, looking down. "Do you know what happened to my family?"

"I heard they died," John told me.

"Died?" I repeated, using his words against him. "That's one hell of a way to put it. They were victims in a shootout in a festival in Mexico. My brother and my parents died with many other people. Men, women, children. Me and my sister got away. And then when our boat went down, she died, too."

"That explains why you're doing this," John told me.

"Robert Queen left a book behind for Oliver," I told him. "He found it when he buried him."

"I thought Robert died when the yacht went down," John told me.

"They both made it to a life raft, but there wasn't enough food and water for both of them, so Robert shot himself in the head," I told him. "And as much as he was doing it to give Oliver a chance to survive, he was also atoning for his sins. Oliver believes he needs to right the wrongs done by his family, and he's offered me a chance to stop people like the ones who killed mine. And I'm offering you the chance to right the wrongs done to yours."

"Jill, what are you talking about?" John asked.

"The police never caught your brother's shooter," I told him. 

John pointed at me. "Hey, you leave Andy out of this."

"The bullets were laced with Curare," I told him. "That's Floyd Lawton's MO. He is the sniper that Oliver and I stopped."

"Are you trying to tell me that you took down Andy's killer?" John asked.

I shook my head. "I'm--I'm giving you the chance, a chance to help other people's families. Do you remember when the people helped each other? They can't do that anymore, because a group of people, they see nothing wrong with raising themselves up by stepping on other people's throats. It does need to stop, and if it's not gonna be the courts and it's not gonna be the cops, then it's gonna be Oliver, and it's gonna be me. And, I hope, you." I stood. Rob walked toward me. "I'm gonna go to the washroom, Rob."

I walked away toward the bathroom, sneaking out and leaving.

⚔  

Laurel said that we needed a confession from Jason, so I was getting it, after dark, suited up, in his office, having swords in hand. "Jason Brodeur."

"What do you want?" Jason asked.

"You're gonna confess that you arranged to have Peter Declan's wife murdered," I told him.

"What, so I can take his place in prison?" Jason asked. "You're not gonna kill me. If I'm dead, you've got no one to pin Camille's murder on. You need me to exonerate Peter Declan. Maybe you could try to force me to sign a confession or something." 

I drew a knife, throwing it into his hand, pinning it to the wall, making him scream in pain. "That might be a little difficult." Jason's phone started to ring. I walked closer, pulling the phone out of his jacket pocket, holding it toward him. "Just answer it."

I answered the phone.

"What?" Jason asked.

"It's Ankov. It's going down, one hour."

I hung up the phone. "What's going down in an hour?" Jason didn't answer. "What?"

"Let's just say, Peter Delcan's execution, and the death of the lawyer that is breathing down my neck, it's getting moved up," Jason told me.

I knew what he meant, punching Jason in the face hard enough to make him fall conscious, pulling out my phone, making the call. "Oliver, get to Iron Heights, now. Jason Brodeur is trying to have Peter and Laurel killed as of now."

⚔  

The next day, I was in the hideout, sitting at a table, watching the news on the laptop, seeing the police take Jason away.

The headline read:

Jason Bodeur Arrested - Peter Declan Freed

"At least five city and local agencies are seeking millions of dollars in fines and environmental cleanup costs from Brodeur Chemical. In light of new facts that Brodeur Chemical employee Camille Declan had discovered Brodeur was illegally disposing waste and had collected a file of evidence against her employer before her murder in 2007. Peter Declan, who was convicted of killing his wife, has been released, and the case has been reopened."

Oliver walked toward me.

I closed the laptop, turning to face him in my seat. "So?"

"Laurel's safe," Oliver answered. "Peter Declan is back with his daughter, his family, where he belongs."

"You're welcome for getting the confession out of Jason," I told him.

Oliver sighed. "Thank you, Jill."

I nodded.

⚔  

I was sitting in the Queen mansion's living room, having a drink.

Oliver led John inside.

I looked at them in surprise. 

Oliver shrugged.

I looked at John. "You here for the new body guard position? 'Cause the new guy just quit."

"No, I'm not," John answered. "I'm here about the other position." I nodded, putting my drink on the table, standing. John walked closer. "Just to be clear, I'm not signing on to be a sidekick. But you were right, Jill. Fighting for this city needs to be done, and you're gonna do this with or without me."

Oliver nodded. "Yeah."

"But with me, there'll be fewer casualties, including the two of you," John told us. 

"John, I'm not looking for anybody to save me," I told him. 

"Maybe not, but you two need someone just the same," John told us. "You are fighting a war, except you have no idea what war does to you, how it scrapes off little pieces of your soul. And you need someone to remind you of who you are, not this thing you're becoming."

John offered his hand to Oliver.

Oliver shook John's hand.

John offered his hand to me.

I shook John's hand.

We heard the doors opening and a man's voice behind us. "Oliver Queen."

Police walked in.

"What is this?" Walter asked. "You can't just barge in here."

"Yeah?" Lance asked. "Well, I got a badge and a gun that say different."

Thea stood at the top of the stairs. "What the hell's going on? Oliver, what happening?"

"Detective Lance--" Walter started.

"Oliver Queen, you're under arrest on suspicion of obstruction of justice, aggravated assault," Lance told him.

The police started to handcuff Oliver.

"What is going on?" I asked.

"Walter, stop them!" Thea told him.

Lance ignored us, looking at Oliver. "Trespassing, acting as a vigilante--"

"Are you out of your mind?" Oliver asked.

"And murder," Lance told him.

Lance and his partner, Hilton, started to lead Oliver to the door.

"You have the right to remain silent," Hilton told him. "Give up that right..."

The police took Oliver away, leaving Moira, John, Walter, Thea and me to watch them go in shock.