Won't Let You Down (Book Two of The Unmatched Records)

Chapter Eleven

If anyone were to confront them about leaving to find Cadmus agents on purpose just to get a "head start," they would deny it with a straight face.

But if anyone found any agents that actually were dead . . . well, Nyssa also used arrows and swords. As long as Malcolm recovered the black arrows that marked them as his, they could put the blame on her.

Speaking of dead agents, too . . . "How many does that make tonight?" Malcolm asked as he pulled his arrow from the latest victim: an agent that looked like he had been on the tail of a specific alien. While it hadn't been Kara, they had stopped him all the same. It was rather pathetic, he mused as he made a show of wiping his arrowhead off on the agent's clothing. The Cadmus agents they met had all seemed to rely on using aliens' weaknesses instead of actually showing some skills in fighting. Then again, he had just sniped this one down from the rooftop above, so granted, no one had seen him coming.

"The fifth," Slade answered as he walked up. "There's more of them out than I thought there would be."

"Well, considering the stunt we pulled," Malcolm smirked, "they're probably trying to make what hits they can."

"Hmm," Slade considered, tilting his head. "They're not doing a very good job."

Malcolm snorted, standing up. "No, we're just better."

"And what's wrong with that?"

Malcolm shook his head, still wondering how he was getting along with Slade Wilson, of all people, when he heard the sound of sirens nearby. He held up a hand, stopping Slade from commenting. "Listen."

Slade tilted his head, hearing what he did. "Should we go?"

"Might as well," Malcolm sighed, running for the nearby fire escape and scaling it quickly. "It'll be easier to find than more Cadmus agents!"

Slade conceded the point and followed after him. "And no need for Kara or Oliver to be on the scene."

"Exactly."

It didn't take them long to find out where the police cars were going. When they saw, Malcolm couldn't help but groan and roll his eyes. "How many jewelry heists even happen in this city?"

"Maybe they're hoping Kara shows up," Slade narrowed his eye.

"Well, they'd be wrong," Malcolm deadpanned, pressing a finger to the comms device in his ear. "No need to alert the others, J'onn. Slade and I've got the heist covered."

"Thank you," the Martian responded.

Malcolm brought his bow up and fired a zipline arrow to the next street over. He nodded to Slade, who took off down the line first. Once he was past the police cruisers, Malcolm swung after him.

And it turned out, they found their fair share of more Cadmus agents after all.

It was clear they really had been expecting Supergirl to show up. As soon as Slade saw the glint of Kryptonite from the blades some of the dozen or so agents wore, he let out a vicious snarl and started swinging. When Malcolm noticed as well, he narrowed his eyes and shot to kill.

Over half of the agents were down before Slade noticed they weren't fighting alone. "Four o'clock!" he warned Malcolm before grabbing the knife aiming for his shoulder and punching the agent who just attacked him in the jaw.

Malcolm shot one agent heading for him, watching him flail and collapse before turning in the direction Slade had warned. He considered the fully-armored figure in some kind of metal suit bashing a shield of all things into the head of another agent. "Think we just found Guardian," he remarked to Slade before drawing his sword and impaling it in the throat of the agent that was about to embed a knife in his skull.