12278/You have failed our city... again

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You have failed our city... again
Date of Scene: 04 August 2022
Location: Edgar Simpkins residence, Starling City and Arrowcave
Synopsis: Green Arrow is back to cleaning up the city, one scum at a time.
Cast of Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak




Oliver Queen has posed:
It's midnight in Star City. And that means that the Green Arrow is out and about, seeking to save his city. The only way he knows how - by taking out the people that have failed it.

Tonight - Edgar Simpkins. Edgar was the contractor who skimmed off the top and build the school with far substandard concrete, and so the walls and floors were half the thickness they should be. When the earth quaked, the school came down. And now he is embroiled in a legal battle to deny culpability.

Tonight, he is going to get a little visit from the Green Arrow. Let's see how thick HIS walls are.

"Felicity, do you copy? Am I clear to go in?"

Felicity Smoak has posed:
Felicity is in her spot, deep within the Arrowcave (still have to think of a new name for it!), and she's leaning back in her seat, a glass of diet coke in hand. A fan is clipped to a side monitor, blowing directly on her, causing wisps of blonde hair to move. The pictures on the monitors are pretty standard for her; redlight cameras on the left, various databases holding demographic information and history in the center, and the right, where the fan is, is a tracker. It's given her a pretty good view of the house, with the lights blinking off with the growing night.

"Hmmm?" Was she daydreaming? Felicity moves forward in her chair with a soft *click* and checks her leads.

"Sure, the lights upstairs are off all around the house. According to his habits, he'll be in his study for the next.. oh.. thirty minutes." She shakes her head, muttering, "Who has the room in a house for a 'study'? I mean.." Felicity pauses before uttering a quick, soft, 'Oh..'.. "Right. Um.. you should be good in five. His wife takes melatonin, and she should be out."

Oliver Queen has posed:
Laughing softly, Oliver peers down at the home. "Yeah, what rich asshole has a study?" He reaches back into his quiver and withdraws a zipline arrow. "So, five, got it." He turns the arrow over in his hands as he thinks for a moment.

"We should go out on a date. A real one."

He licks his finger and holds it up, testing the wind.

Felicity Smoak has posed:
"In your defense, you don't spend a lot of time in the study," Felicity counters before she pauses again and adds, "That sounded a lot better in my head.."

Five minutes isn't long, really. It's a good chunk of time to get ready, to take those last few moments to center oneself.

Or to finish the last bits of Coke. The sound of a straw sucking both air and liquid travels softly over the link before a response to the next bit comes. Felicity has a smile on her face; it's easy to hear it in her tones, and she cants her head. "Where? I mean, I'm good to go anywhere. Except maybe Big Belly. It'll sit too heavy in the heat, and the last thing I need is to see my ankles swell."

Oliver Queen has posed:
"Are you trying to make a joke that I'm dumb?" asks Oliver, a bit of a tease in his voice.

She'll hear the whistle of an arrow being launched. "Maybe we should go to a water park. Mingle among the people. Do some water slides." He laughs. "Or a zip line."

And then the rush of air tells Felicity that Oliver is swinging down, a few moments before the crash of breaking glass can be heard.

"Edgar Simpkins - you have failed this city!"

Felicity Smoak has posed:
Or that historically he's spent a great deal more time in his own chambers.. but Felicity isn't going to say a word. Nope.

"A water park? My hair will turn green..." As if that's the worst complaint? "I'll look like a Gen Z." The way her voice trails off, it's not necessarily a bad idea as she considers it.

The *crash* of glass is the hint that Oliver is well on his way, and she winces, knowing he's taken the pane with booted feet. Still painful!

Felicty listens now from the other side, feeding bits and pieces of the wrongs. "Ten years ago, he built the condos on Third and Forest. Burned down.. inadequate fire supression and the lighting for the stairwells weren't wired properly." It was a tragedy when they caught flame, and there was question as to whether or not it was arson to collect insurance. Families lost their homes and were never rehoused.

"Get 'em."

Oliver Queen has posed:
"You do have the ass for it," Oliver says, before crashing through the window.

Growling at Edgar, Oliver recounts all of the infractions that he racked up through the years, cases where the fines for being caught were less than the costs of repair would have been. And in some cases, the costs were lives.

"So what do you have to say for yourself, Edgar?"

Felicity Smoak has posed:
The man in his study, he's caught completely unawares. The nightly glass of bourbon, which Felicity neglected to mention is in hand, and is the first thing that is thrown at Oliver as the man in green lands and has his bow at the ready.

Such a waste good alcohol.

"What? Wh-"

He's heard of the green archer vigilante, certainly; who hasn't? He just didn't expect him in his house.

"Get back.. or.. or.. or I'll call the police!"

Felicity's on the other side of Oliver's com, of course, and she grins, "Their ETA is ten minutes."

Oliver Queen has posed:
"Good. They'll be here soon to take your confession on the school. Which was you pushing from 'not doing what was paid for' to 'not doing what is legally required'."

Oliver looks around the room for a moment, and then back to Edgar. "We sent the inspection reports, the real ones, not the doctored ones, over to the authorities and the press. Your reputation is shot."

He waves a hand around. "So can I count on you to do the right thing and admit to all of the cases and what you did so they can fix them, or are you going to try to pretend your innocent?"

Felicity Smoak has posed:
"You're crazy.. you.. you.. you.. masked hoodlum. You're no better than-" Edgar gets a hold of another glass, this time empty, and makes to throw it at Oliver again.

"Lies. Slander. No one will believe it." Does Edgar-buddy look convinced? Not in the least, as he's literally and figuratively up against a wall, or rather dark maple bookshelves with titles he's probably never read.

"I helped make this city."

As he talks, Edgar begins to try inching towards the door. It's no good to call for help; his wife is out, thanks to the melatonin. No one else lives in the sprawling house.

Oliver Queen has posed:
There is a sigh from the Arrow. "If you throw that, it's just one less thing they can auction off to cover your fines or legal fees." Oliver is calm as he faces Edgar. "We got the bookkeeper. He's going to testify. You're going down."

Oliver laughs for a moment as he heads back over towards the window. "I didn't actually need anything from you, I just wanted to see the look on your face when you learned you were finished."

He sighs. "You helped make this city. _I_ help make this city safe."

And then he ducks out the window, firing a grappling arrow to get him a lift out of there before the cops arrive.

Felicity Smoak has posed:
The man's face blanches. Edgar is obviously not a poker player; even if it's a bluff, he's lost the hand. But, knowing Oliver, and Felicity behind him, not only do they have the bookkeeper, they have the foremen on the projects, and the fire chiefs the man had in his pocket.

He's going down.

As Oliver departs, the two marked cars arrive at the front of the house and pause as they radio in their arrival.

Like two ships passing in the night, the Green Arrow is out as the police go in.

"Hey," Felicity finally chimes in, "he's not going to like the headlines in the morning." Did someone feed copy? Maaaaaybe.

"So," and the word is drawn out, "water park, this weekend?"