Damien Wilson was both glad and angry that he'd found this safehouse. He was glad in the fact that Red Robin seemingly hadn't ferreted it out, but angry in the fact that that bastard was making trouble for him.
Red Robin would be dealt with in due time, however, just as Merlyn would be. Right now, he needed to contact his sister and inform her of everything that had happened.
The sound of glass cracking caught his attention immediately, and Damien pulled his gun, ready to fire...only to find the source of the glow.
"What is this?" he asks no one in particular.
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