More haste, less...
Merlyn keeps his head down as he walks down one of the many boulevards of Star City. He's got a smirk on his face. He's just escaped from jail. Possibly the simplest breakout he has ever engineered in his life, and only two guards dead. The others were so busy trying to restrain Livewire (thank the lord for being forced into the same prison as that maniac) that all he really had to do was walk out of the door.
And Calculator came through. Noah always came through. Not three blocks from the prison was a safehouse containing a lot of his old equipment. Bow already strung, and tightened just for him. A quiver full of arrows, and a set of lightweight body armour. Merlyn had donned all of this, and slipped a long trenchcoat over the top, and went straight into the city.
And straight for the man that put him in prison. Not the Green Arrow, for once, but an informer. A former contact of the League of Assassins, turned snitch to the police. Alistair Rushing. Well, Merlyn didn't hang around for long before explaining why he had come to visit, and now Mr Rushing was hanging upside down in his office, punctured full of black arrows.
It wouldn't be long until the cops found out, but knowing Rushing's contacts within the hero community (they were always the first to encourage a snitch) they'd know beforehand.
But Merlyn is confident. He's always confident. But he's also pragmatic, which is why he's now walking towards another safehouse. One that he hasn't had to use for a long time, but as there's nowhere else that's local, and convenient, it will have to do. An old firing range, but not for guns. For archery. One of his suppliers once used it, before sadly passing away and bequeathing it to the assassin. He quickens his pace as he draws nearer the location. Nobody would think to look for him here.