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 gon na 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 gon na 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
Cyrus Vanch: the bow , Merida .