Heavy footsteps splashed across the roofs of the Glade's. Rain poured from the sky.

"Diggle, where the %&#$ are you?" The Arrow growled into his earpiece as he ran.

Racing through the rain about fifteen yards ahead of him was a tall figure. Oliver had spotted him in a snipers kneel about ten minutes ago while on his routine patrol. The guy had seen The Arrow rooftop hopping towards him, and had taken off.

A black van suddenly screeched onto the parallel street below. "I'm staying as close as I can; try to guide him towards 5th Street."

Oliver grumbled at his partner's direction. Oliver increased his speed, against his muscles constant pleas, attempting to catch up to his adversary.

The lanky, nimble man, shrouded in all black, noticed his dark green pursuers acceleration and added to his own speed, and quickly outdistanced the Arrow. Chancing another look over his shoulder the man smiled seeing his progress. Suddenly, he heard a noise to his right; a group of rowdy young people stumbling down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street not thirty feet ahead of him.

Reaching behind his back, he whipped his rifle in front of him, still in a full run, and took aim.

"DIG!" Oliver cried, reaching for an arrow. He wasn't fast enough.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"NO!"

PWING! PWING!

Three rifle shots exploded and two ricochets chimed as bullets hitting the bullet prove black van.

Diggle looked over in the driver side mirror of the van, then his shoulder at the group of college aged kids. They had huddled together into a ball upon hearing the shots. "Everyone okay?" He hollered out of the window.

The kids started to uncoil from around each other.

"Yeah," one guy said.

"I think so," a girl mumbled.

"Maybe." One guy remarked.

"Hey," one of the girls stood up suddenly. "where's Roy?"

Diggle froze. Roy!?

After his short shooting spree/taking pot shots at, the man with the rifle had taken off at a ninety degree angle from the edge of the building. The Arrow was hot on his heels, and getting hotter by the second.

Oliver had had enough of this. He fired the arrow he had taken from his quiver earlier.

WHIFF!

It whizzed by the guys left ear.

Oliver took out another arrow, and strung it on his bow, pulled back and released.

CRACK!

The arrow struck the brick wall the shooter had just ducked behind.

Oliver ran faster up to the wall then put his back to it. He moved around the side, arrow nocked, and covered himself as he snuck around. He moved around the final corner, but the man was gone. A short skyline of brownstones filled Oliver's view with no shooter in sight.

"#$%! Felicity, where is he?"

"I don't know. The camera's're acting weird."

"Fix it!"

"I'm trying, but it's not anything with the connection… it's with the equipment."

"#$%! Where's Diggle?"

"Felicity, call an ambulance!"

"Okay, I have you on GPS…. They're on their way. Was someone hit?" Felicity asked, her voice tightening.

"Yeah. Roy."

Special thanks to Redleader Antilles for "beta reading"/pre reading this chapter for me.