Hold Steady ? The Flash

Sitting cross-legged on top of a desk, Rowan watches Oliver and Diggle talk quietly. Fully dressed in her Phoenix outfit, the girl was ready to head out for her night job. The only thing the Arrow and the Phoenix needed now was the information from Felicity. 

Restlessly picking at her special mesh black pants with red trim, Rowan rests her head in her hand, huffing in boredom.

"I'm sorry this is such an inconvenience for you." Oliver voices, noticing her discontent. 

"If I was on my own I would already be out there kicking butt." 

"If you were on your own you probably would either be dead or in jail." 

Rowan rolls her eyes, "Your faith in me is astounding." 

Before either of them can continue their banter, Felicity struts in, her purse clutched in her hand. "We found trace amounts of ketamine in the thief's blood. It's a common surgical anesthetist derived from hydrochloric salt."

"Can you use that to track him?" Rowan stays in her place as the rest of the team surround Felicity as she types away at her computer. 

"With the current concentration ratio and the blood sample, there is only one possible location with a large enough quantity of the sedative that correlates with the amount of blood the stolen centrifuge can process."

"What is it? There's no sign?" Diggle asks. 

"Argus doesn't like to advertise. It's a disaster bunker, right on the edge of the glades. Argus has them all over the country. They serve as relief supplies; food, clothing-"

"Medicine." Rowan finally speaks, jumping off from the table and moving to where the weapons are stored. 

"I'm on my way." 

"Oliver- I can't believe I'm actually saying this. The way this arrowhead is bent- it means our thief's muscle density is at least, one hundred and twenty pounds per cubic foot. That's almost as much as the density of common concrete. Your arrows may cut this guy- but it will not stop him."

Knowing where Felicity is going with her rant, Rowan swings her nun-chucks around, finishing by securing them to her belt, "Good thing I don't use arrows." 

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Again, Rowan is waiting for Oliver. While the firefighter went straight to the bunker, Oliver had to make a detour to talk to his little street watcher. 

Hiding in the shadows of a nearby building, the Phoenix keeps a close eye on the bunker for anyone entering or leaving the building. 

She couldn't have been there for longer than three minutes when she turns to face her partner. Smirking she pulls out another one of her weapons, a more deadly one, "Took you long enough." 

He doesn't say a word, just flicking his bow out as if to say 'head in.' Complying, Rowan crouches down and stalks towards the building with Oliver at her heels. 

Flipping the dagger over in her hands Rowan waits for Oliver to unlock the door. Keeping lookout wasn't always the most fun job but it was necessary. After a moment a small click is heard and the two enter the bunker without a word. 

With one hand holding her throwing dagger at the ready and the other on her nun-chucks, the female vigilante is ready for an attack. 

The two slowly make their way through the building. Passing medical stacks and barrels of food and water. 

Suddenly a box is thrown at them. While Oliver moves to the side, Rowan is in the direct path of the box and is forced to drop to the ground and roll away. Growling under her breath she pops back up and flicks the dagger in her hand to assailant above them. Oliver continues shooting his arrows as the man dressed in black jumps down towards them. Quickly shifting out his arrowhead, Oliver shoots a restraint around the man's neck, holding him in place to a metal beam.