Cyrus Vanch: Time's running out, and still no visit from your friend. I might have overestimated his fondness for you.
Laurel Lance: Assault with intent and kidnapping. You're gonna rot in prison for life this time.
Cyrus Vanch: That's assuming your hooded BFF saves you. And his chances of survival are not so great. He's going up against armed men with their fingers on the trigger of guns that fire up to six hundred rounds per minute. Now, I'm no Einstein, but that is a lot of bullets. And even if he were to take them out, I have two sharpshooters on the roof. And even if he were to get by them, what's he gonna do against the veritable army of sons of bitches that I've got waiting for him? Now, as I said, I'm no Einstein, but I can count to twenty-four. And in case you're wondering, I was, so I studied up on my news footage; twenty-four is the exact number of arrows he carries in his quiver and fléchettes around his forearm.
Cyrus Vanch: Lose the bow, Merida.
John Diggle: Who are you people? NSA? CIA?
Amanda Waller: My name is Amanda Waller.
John Diggle: I thought you A.R.G.U.S. guys were supposed to be more subtle.
Amanda Waller: For us, this was subtle.
John Diggle: Then I want to see Lyla Michaels.
Amanda Waller: So do I. Agent Michaels has gone dark.
John Diggle: Lyla's missing? What happened?
Amanda Waller: She was running down a lead in Moscow. She's missed two of her scheduled call-ins.
John Diggle: What are you doing about it?
Amanda Waller: Speaking to you. Even if we knew where in Russia Lyla is, my superiors believe sending in an extraction team could cause an international incident. As far as they're concerned, she's already framed a picture on our lobby wall.
John Diggle: Why are you telling all me of this?
Amanda Waller: Because I know how you and Oliver Queen spend your nights.
One more thing from me. The doctor said your condition is permanent, and I don't think it's healthy or productive for either of us to live in denial, but I have seen people speed and shrink and fly. We watched a friend of ours come back from the dead--that is the world we live in now, and I will not stop searching it until we find a way to make you walk again.