Dan Rook walked through the corridors of the Rat Pack's HQ. Runners delivered messages throughout the building, but it wasn't nearly as crowded as Oliver had first described. He assumed the worst, that there weren't as many people to fill up the halls. He walked into a small armory, where he found Oliver himself performing repairs on his armor. He approached him and placed his hand on his shoulder.
"I see you've made some upgrades." The elder hero commented, catching Oliver's attention. The youth turned around and hugged his mentor in surprise.
"I can't believe you got here so fast." Oliver said, releasing Dan. "I thought you said you had things to take care of?"
"I've gotten some backup of my own, kid; they can handle themselves." Dan replied. "I notice you're short on staff."
"Taken." Oliver said, turning away for a moment, as if thinking about something. "The military has them penned up somewhere. We haven't found them. Yet."
"But weren't there others? Wasn't Roxanne and a few of her friends around?"
"They left." Oliver said. He didn't explain further.
"Couldn't you call others?" Dan asked, inquiring further. "Garrett, Max, Curtis?"
"Fallen off the radar."
"...What about Jason?"
"He's the one we're going to kill." Oliver said. He took a deep breath and stepped to the door, gesturing out. "Follow me, we need to brief you on the attack."