It had been a little over a month since Laurel arrived in the future. While still playing host to a good amount of stitches, she found she was actually moving better than the doctor's had predicted and despite the lack of pain medications (for obvious reasons) Laurel found she was able to handle the sudden sparks of agony quite well. She was even coming to the point that she no longer winced quite so visibly when a sudden movement tugged on her stitches. Even so, it would be another month or maybe longer until she could be considered fully healed. Not that any kind of version of a bill of health would ever stop the blond from pursuing work of the physical variety (obviously, Thea thought the same thing even if Laurel was trying to her best to hide her current condition from her friend). She'd already been on one mission, but it had not given Laurel much an opportunity to fully stretch her vigilante slash hero muscles so to speak. Though she appreciated the opportunity to settle in, her restlessness would not leave her be.
And then a few little birdies had dropped some breadcrumbs about outside jobs, mercenary type work which Laurel had never participated in before. She'd done her fair share of illegal back home in Starling, but mercenary work had never come across her lap...until now. With a little help from the same said birdies, she found herself given a mission, something simple, and one that wouldn't involve too much action...hopefully. Laurel knew all too well that things never went according to plan, but maybe if they were a little messy she wouldn't be completely opposed to it. The job involved obtaining some information from an informant her didn't trust digital means of transporting such vital dealings. All she had to do was go to Mars and meet with him. Hopefully.
She packed a few things, including her recently patched up Canary gear, and headed for the transport to Mars. She'd been careful, purchasing her tickets for the trip from another passenger looking to score a few bucks for thrills that didn't involve Mars so her name was never brought up. It was good considering she wasn't entirely sure how Thea would feel about the whole thing. She knew her friend was digging into the other corporations playing ball with SadTech, but as far as the data she was retrieving? She didn't have an exact idea on if it was connected or not to what Thea was concerned about. Being that all of the corporations were big news at the moment, she figured it was safe to connect the dots in that direction. Guilt wracked at her, nibbling at her insides, as she slipped into her canary garb and headed for the designated meeting spot.
It was actually in a clever location; a known drug drop off with plenty of customers milling around. No one would notice a trade going down when they were happening everywhere. Laurel was not fond of what was happening, but she knew at the moment she was in no position to stop it. She didn't play for the DA anymore and while it was a hard pill to swallow, it was one she knew there was no getting around. Being a hero here was going to be difficult if not impossible and maybe that's why there weren't any stories on the news about them, like back home. Maybe it was because they truly didn't exist. Shrugging it off the best she could, she slipped from a nearby fire escape, landing beside a gentleman in a high collar trench coat. He knew she would be coming, but in what form was a mystery and Laurel locked eyes with him from behind her mask though she made a point to keep the shadows as much as possible.
"I hear you have something for me," Laurel said, keeping her voice barely above a whisper. The man's eyebrows furrowed, but briefly, and he looked upon him, beady eyes nervous, before handing her something from what she could only assume came from the pocket of his coat. Laurel tucked it away just as quickly and the man offered her a wink, something that Laurel was not expecting. "Be careful with that. You never know what junkies will do around here for a fix." It was a crude warning, but one Laurel had already been contemplating herself. Before she could respond, he turned, disappearing in another alley. Laurel moved to snake back up the fire escape, but the feeling of presence stopped her and when she turned, there were a few figures, dark, with large eyes watching her from the darkness.
It happened fast; they came at her, and Laurel, not wanting to hurt them or cause a scene to alert authorities, dodged, and flipped up on to the ladder leading upwards to the roof. The abrupt move, along with a kick to one of their heads that sent one sprawling to the dirty sidewalks, sent a sharp pain through Laurel's side and she bit her lip, feeling tears burn in her eyes as she slowly climbed up on the roof and made to move back down through the disintegrating warehouse. At least the information was safe and despite the pain, Laurel planned to be on the next transport back to Earth as soon as possible. She had intel to deliver and she wanted to make sure Thea didn't end up missing her. Plus, she was probably going to need another round of fresh stitches. Damn it.