[he shrugs, then, all at once, he's practically on top of him, a pair of carbon fiber handcuffs having appeared, like the zip line he came down on, in his hands. he snaps them onto Oswald and, that done, glances between Laurel and Thea] If my intel's right, he's probably got a stash of military grade weapons around here, somewhere.
no subject
[he shrugs, then, all at once, he's practically on top of him, a pair of carbon fiber handcuffs having appeared, like the zip line he came down on, in his hands. he snaps them onto Oswald and, that done, glances between Laurel and Thea] If my intel's right, he's probably got a stash of military grade weapons around here, somewhere.