Something in that cry had Laurel dropping the search for phone and she took off running when she rounded the corer. Laurel finally got a look at the guy, he was a mobster, one that she was in the middle of trailing when CNRI went down. She looked at Oliver, who had a gun, but a knife in his shoulder blade.
"Oliver," she gasp, her bloody hand was going to cover her mouth, but Laurel stopped mid way, "Hector Pavel" she called out trying to get his attention.
He looked at her, "Shut up, Bitch," her moved to pull the knife out, "I'll make sure your throat is next."