* starter!
ollie wasnāt a big smoker. not really. but hisĀ Ā roleĀ certainly was, and it was enough of a detachment from the emerald archer that it furthered the gap between him and his cover. you know ā it had to be hard to be a silent stalker if you wereĀ Ā hacking upĀ a lung from smokerās cough.
it worked, however. the dealer, aĀ Ā weaselĀ of a man with far too loose a tongue, voluntarily provided the intel oliver needed. howĀ Ā CARELESS. there was hardly any remorse in handing over the dirtied bills in exchange for the vial that had been bartered.
the new drug all the kids wereĀ Ā ravingĀ about. right inĀ Ā the green arrowāsĀ hands. small quantity for such a high price. but if the rumours he eavesdropped were actually true, then he knew it has to be taken off the streets. the problem now lied in the information he had gleaned. . .
āgo on,ā the dealer goaded, yellowed teeth smiling up at ollie.Ā āhave a taste! it hits you almostĀ Ā instantly.ā
āthis isnāt for me,ā oliver corrected, voice lowered like that of a street urchin. even managed to get a scuff or two on his face to look the part.Ā āiāll be seeinā you around, rufus.ā
waiting around for the dealer to respond was a choice he decidedĀ Ā NOTĀ to take. it left open doors for rufus to question ollie ā like where he was going or who the viral new drug was for ā but leaving in the abrupt way that he did incited suspicion. there were sure to follow him.
too busy trying to see the tail in the reflection of a puddle beside his boot, the usually stealthy archer clipped another in the shoulder rather roughly. enough to throw him off kilter.
āsorry about that,ā oliver muttered, glancing momentarily between the otherās face and then behind them.Ā ābut thatāsĀ Ā ALLĀ the apology youāll be getting āĀ Ā i gotta run.ā
