<span style="font-family:Assistant"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">Caitlin didn't know what to think when she regained consciousness. It only took her a few moments to realize that she was blindfolded and that her wrists and ankles were bound to the chair that she sat on. Panic started to rise within her, but it slowly calmed when she heard a familiar voice. "Oliver, oh my God. I'm so glad that you're here. I don't know where I am. Help me, please." The brunette said and then she tried to struggle against her bindings, but it was no use since they were tied so impossibly tight. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"><span style="font-size: 15px">The injuries she had gotten from the fight earlier, ached like crazy. Especially her right shoulder. She concentrated on it, and was surprised to feel that it was bandaged. "How come my arm's bandaged? Did you come in while I was unconscious? Why am I even locked up?" There was confusion on her face as she remained seated in the chair and waited for her friend to unbind her. "Are you okay? Those crazy people didn't hurt you, did they?" The concern in her voice for him was real and it was easy for anyone to see.</span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"><span style="font-size: 15px">And the longer they remained in this position with her not knowing how bad her friend or any of the others were injured, only served to worry her. The young woman fell silent a few moments later, and simply waited for her friend to do what he needed to do before he helped her. However, the silence didn't last long, before she resumed talking. "I really wish that you hadn't let Tommy go with those people. There's no telling what they're going to do to him. He knows the plan upon capture. But I'm still worried."</span></span><br/>
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"And Kara?  Why isn't she here with us? I figured that she'd be at your side. And once I got free, I could help the two of you plan what our next move will be. I mean, sure, we rebuild. That's to be expected. But, what next? Are we going to launch a counterattack?  Whatever you need me to do, Oliver, I'll do it. Don't hesitate to ask. You're my best friend, and I trust you more than anyone.." The brunette's words trailed off a few moments later, and she rested her head back against the chair and waited impatiently for him to untie her.</span></span></span>