Oliver was beginning to lose his temper, but he desperately tried to keep a hold of himself. He pushed a button on his visor, turning it a bright green.
"Jason, if you won't believe me, then I'm going to have to get a second opinion."
A light shot out from the visor, and formed a holographic image of Renegade himself. It seemed to be in real-time, and a little agitated.
"Oliver? What do you wa--Jason??" A very confused Renegade sputtered. "I thought you disappeared!"
"He's back." Oliver assured the hologram. "And right now I need you to tell him the story. The whole story."
Renegade scratched his beard and leaned back in a chair not visible in the hologram. He began to tell the story from right after the death of Gray.
"Well, right after Gray was killed Oliver told me to get everyone out of there; he passed out after that. So, I had to drag all of you kids and Curtis' team out the door myself. When we got out we ended up at the front steps of the Manor. Curtis' team went off their own way I guess."
He took a sip of a glass of water before continuing.
"I couldn't carry everyone, so I had Roxanne take Oliver back to her apartment to let him rest. I took Max--and you, Jason--up to the clinic for Scalpel. We hooked you both up to life support. I went with Scott to go grab a few packages of gauze, but when we got back you were gone Jason. Ripped right from the machine, a little bit of blood on the sheets was all we had to prove you were there to begin with."
He downed the rest of the water before turning to Oliver. "Why am I telling him this anyway? Shouldn't you have filled him in by now?"
