Once again thanks for the huge response to Momentos, I will continue working on that as ideas for those pop into my head. However, I recently had an idea and it has now mutated into this beast that I must write. I write a set of mafia related short stories called This Corporation of Ours, and I was thinking how I could create a hybrid of Arrow and my mafia pieces. At first I dismissed it as some dumb idea but then my brain starting working it together and before you know it the beast has awoken and I have to feed it.

So here's the situation: Instead of Oliver Queen returning from Lian Yu, he has instead returned from Russia. His family, the Queen Family, not only own a legitimate corporation but are also a kingpin in organized crime, along with The Merlyn Family, the Triad, and the Bertinelli Family, and some smaller families.

I will be working through the episodes of Arrow starting with the Pilot, not sure I'm going to go episode for episode because with all the other projects I'm working on I don't think I could finish all of them but we'll see…so without further ado…here's is episode 1 Pilot of стрелка Arrow.

As always I own nothing.

Pilot

Oliver Queen: Ever since that fateful day when my life was taken away from me, I have had one goal, to survive, survive the beatings, the torture, all the pain, the guilt, survive so that one day I may return home. To live, I had to make myself more than what I was, I was forced by the fist, the blade, the gun to forge myself into a weapon, but I achieved my goal, I survived, not as the boy that was left for dead, but as a man who will fight those who chose to let me die, to let me suffer, I am returning to deal the same pain that the dealt me, my name is Oliver Queen.

The Channel Seven News interrupted its daily programming, Lost Billionaire Found, was the headline, "Oliver Queen has been discovered, he had been declared missing five years ago after he and his father billionaire patriarch of the controversial Queen Family of Starling City disappeared in Moscow five years ago. Queen was a fixture in the Starling City tabloids and a fixture in the club scene, the last time in the states he was under investigation for brutally assaulting a photographer it was assumed that the trip to Russia was to get Queen away from the limelight and to alleviate the bad publicity he was causing the Queen Family. We still have no news on whether this update on Oliver Queen's status will bring us any new information on the status of his father Robert, as of now Robert Queen is still declared missing."

Moira Queen observed him through the window of the hospital door, the doctor calmly walked up behind her, "Twenty percent of his body is covered in scar tissue, second degree burns on his back and arms, x-rays show at least twelve fractures that never healed properly, and his feet have frostbite version of trench foot, he will have to deal with some excruciating pain in order to save his feet."

Moria sighed, "Has he said anything about what happened?"

The doctor shook his head, "No he's barely said anything," he sighed again, "Moira I want you to prepare yourself, the Oliver you lost might not be the one they found."

Moira nodded and entered Oliver's room, Oliver was sitting in his bed looking out the window, pain medication and in I.V. bag flowed through his system , device was wrapped around his feet that slowly was bringing his frostbitten feet back to temperature were secured around his legs. Oliver turned his gaze to his mother and did his best to release a smile, "Mom."

Moira wiped the tears from her face and embraced her son, "My beautiful boy."

A week later and after his feet were still attached to his body Oliver rode in his personal family Bentley on his way back to the Queen mansion which stood firmly inside the Queen compound. Oliver insisted on taking his own bags into the house, while his mother, for some reason, began to give him a tour as if he didn't remember where he was raised.

"Oliver," a British accent echoed at him, "It's damn good to see you." Oliver did nothing but glare at him.

"You remember Walter? You father's friend from the company?" Moira suggested. Oliver walked passed him and hugged his old housekeeper, "It's good to see you Raisa."

"Welcome home Mr. Oliver," she then turned to Moira, "Mr. Merlyn wants to join you for dinner."

Oliver then heard the door of his sister's room shut, racing down the stairs is his sister Thea, "Oliver, you're home! Last time I saw you, you were groaning like a bear!"

"That's because my feet were being thawed, I forgot while I was fighting to save my feet, that I got something for you."

"You did not bring back a souvenir."

Oliver pulled a palm sized birch wood object out of his jacket and handed it to Thea, "This is a birch box, it was handcrafted over a century ago, it was given to me as a sign of friendship by an Orthodox priest, I'm giving this to you as a symbol of our friendship. I'm hoping that after all these years I've missed with you that I can still be your friend."

Thea hugged him, "You're my brother you will always be my friend."

Oliver turned to his mother, "I understand that this is supposed to be a happy reunion and all but I would like to get cleaned up if you all don't mind." Oliver didn't even look back before kissing his sister on the cheek and climbing the steps to his room. He slipped off his clothes and took time to observe the massive granite shower that was larger than the size of his safe house. He soaked in the continuous hot water for forty-five minutes before exiting the steam filled room. Wrapped in a towel Oliver moved on to his favorite new hobby looking out at the night skyline of Starling City.

Oliver Queen: After five years, everything that was once familiar is unrecognizable. The face I see in the mirror is a stranger.

Oliver and his father were riding in a limousine through Moscow, the waft of Cuban Cigars consume all spaces of the vehicle, two bottles of Vodka had already been finished, each man in the car relaxed and worked on their cigars while the Russian call girls began to feel their bodies and seduce them in Russian.

"Do you have idea what they're saying?" Oliver joked.

"Don't care," his father responded.

"This is some way of punishing me." Oliver laughed.

Robert Queen chuckled, "I'm not going to punish you for beating a man that is intruding on our family space, what I will say is that there are different ways to entertain yourself, don't make yourself so public, you can have plenty of fun without making yourself a target to the press, this is just me showing you how it's done."

Suddenly the limousine jolted violently to the right, and then back to the left, the glass of the limousine shattered all over the place, a hooded man grabbed Oliver by his hair and pulled him out of the limousine and threw him in the back of a transit van.

"What I tell you, Russia sucks." A familiar voice rang out behind Oliver.

Oliver smiled and turned around to see his best friend smiling back at him , "Tommy Merlyn, I missed you buddy."

The duo entered into the dining room and took their seats while Raisa served dinner. Tommy began to spat all the things he missed while being in Russia, everything from all his girlfriends to Super Bowl winners, to now having a black president, to what happened on television shows. Oliver wanted to interrupt him and say that he did have a television back in Russia but he didn't want to ruin Tommy's fun.

"What was it like there?" Thea interrupted.

Everyone went silent, worried that Oliver would unleash some PTSD form of rage, but instead he smiled and replied that it was cold. That got a laugh out of the room.

"Tomorrow you and I were doing the city, you have a lot to catch up on," Tommy started again.

Oliver nodded, "Then I would like to stop by the office tomorrow."

"Oh there is no need for that so soon, Queen Consolidated isn't going anywhere," Walter replied.

"No," Oliver stated, "I just wanted to see where it's gone since you've been sleeping with my mother."

Oliver and his father are thrown into a room; after their black hoods are released they saw the men dumping the body of the dead call girls into barrels. A man followed behind him by two men wearing black ski masks and carrying automatic weapons.

"Mr. Queen," the man smiled, "Братва приветствует вас."

That night the nightmares of running for his life made Oliver turn violently in his bed, his mother tried to wake him but instead she just startled him, Oliver pulls a nine milimeter revolver out of his pillow and shoved into his mother's face.

"Oliver!" Walter Steele shouted at him. The British voice did enough to snap him out of his trance and he realized that he's pointing a loaded weapon at his mother's face.

"I'm so sorry." Oliver quivered.

"Don't be," Moira answered, "It's okay, you're home now, you're home."

The next day Tommy was chauffeuring him around town talking about planning a welcome fome party for him. When suddenly in a moment of déjà vu a car slammed into the side of Tommy's McLaren AMG Mercedes.

A gun is now being pointed at Robert Queen's head, "Mr. Queen, are you hear to make a trade?"

Robert Queen shook his head, "Is this what this is about, I had a few more days, I didn't need your assistance!"

Oliver jolted out of his seat from the annoying man wearing a demon mask, he realized two things, one he was zip tied to a chair, and two these guys had no idea who they were dealing with.

"Mr. Queen!" The man taunted him with a Taser, "Did you father talk to you about the code?"

Oliver looked down at his friend Tommy who was unconscious on the warehouse floor, the man in the mask annoyingly continued, "I ask the questions you give me the answers."

Oliver didn't want to bother with these people, until the man decided to drive the taser into his chest, "Did he survive? Yes or No?" The man laughed before he tazed him again.

Oliver caught his breath and decided to respond, "Yes he did."

"What did he tell you about the code Mr. Queen?"

Oliver sneared, "He told me," then Oliver calmed himself, "That if anyone asked kill them."

"You're delusional Mr. Queen, you're not going anywhere while you're zip-cuffed to that chair."

Oliver lifted his hands up, "Who says I'm still zip-cuffed." Oliver flipped up the chair and broke the chair over his interrogators head, he used the wooden chair leg that remained in his left hand to stab through his tormenter's throat, he then used the one in his right hand to stab the man approaching him in the shoulder, he then grabbed the gun from the man's hand and shot him in the chest. As the third man attempted to gun him down with his automatic, Oliver silenced him with a bullet between the eyes. After he confirmed that the three men were dead, he checked Tommy's pulse and was relieved that he was still alive.

Tommy slowly got up, "What the fuck happened."

"Mob shit," Oliver responded, "They wanted to see if I had turned, let's go."

"Wait a minute did you just kill them all?" Tommy asked.

"No," Oliver answered, "I just woke up, I was in a chair, these guys were dead when I woke up."

Laurel Lance was already tired of the headlines, that asshole had decided to beat the crap out of a paparazzi on his bachelor party, and then decided to run to Russia with his father to escape the heat a week before their wedding, then he disappeared off the face of the Earth. In the meantime, while he was gone numerous women came out and said they slept with him during their engagement, and the story of the son of a supposed mob boss marrying the daughter of the lead detective of organized crime. That their love was a sham, that it was an arranged marriage to push Queen wealth into the hands of the Lances. She didn't care about the money, she cared about Oliver, but clearly with his behavior he didn't feel the same way. She had moved on with her life, becoming a consulting attorney for those in need. She did anything to escape the image that she was becoming a mob wife, or that she was nothing more than a whore that her father pimped in order to get into the good graces of the Queens. Now after five years of peace, Oliver Queen appears out of nowhere, and if that wasn't exciting enough, he gets involved in a failed mob hit attempt on his first day out of the hospital. Now the press was looking for the story again and were invading her private space once more. This just made things more difficult as her class action suit against Mark Hunt was in two days.

"You are different, not like you to read a book," Raisa joked as she delivered his breakfast to his room.

"Have I changed that much?" Oliver asked.

"No," she responded, "You are still a good boy.

Oliver scoffed, "I don't' believe that was the case."

"But you had a good heart," she answered.

"I hope so, I want to be the man that you always wanted me to be."

After breakfast Oliver made his way outside where Moira and Walter awaited him, "Oliver, I would like you to meet someone, this is John Diggle he's going to accompany you from now on."

Oliver scoffed, "I don't need a babysitter."

"He's right Oliver is a grown man and if he feels that he doesn't need our protection than we should give him that right." Walter concluded.

Moira shushes Walter with one hand, "No, I need this for me."

John Diggle stood next to Oliver's Bentley, Oliver could do nothing but smile. Oliver walked over to him shook his hand, "Well Mr. Diggle shall we?"

Diggle nodded and opened the door for Oliver and then stepped into the car, as they pulled out of the driveway Oliver sighed, "So I take that my mom bought it."

"Yes sir, 105th airborne out of Kandahar, being in the private sector for four years, she bit all of it, getting paid a hundred grand to protect your sorry ass."

"A hundred grand is all I'm worth to her, I'm insulted."

"So was I."

Oliver laughed, "не так ли?"

Diggle smiled, "абсолютно."

Diggle parked the Bentley in a shopping center garage, and then the two got into an old '98 Camry and drove to Robert Queen's old steel factory. As the two entered Oliver smiled, "I like the work you've been doing here."

Diggle nodded, "Yeah, I had to pick axe the floor to find the location of your father's old drug smuggling center, but I found it. Loaded all the equipment that I had shipped through China to avoid suspicion by Customs, knocked down the walls underneath because they gave us more room for our operations, and was able to get a military grade generator to operate everything, so were still off the electrical grid."

"Very nice Mr. Diggle," Oliver concluded. So if you don't mind, can you keep a lookout I'd like to get a workout in if you don't mind?"

Diggle smiled, "I even installed a salmon ladder for you."

A few hours later, Diggle returned and observed the tennis balls stuck to the walls with arrows, "Why arrows Oliver?"

Oliver turned to him, "Because they're quiet."

Diggle sighed, "It's time to go talk to you're fiancee."

"You went to law school," Oliver smiled, "You said you would."

"Yeah," Laurel responded sharply, "Everyone's proud."

Oliver looked down at the street, "Adam Hunt is a heavy hitter are you sure you want to get into the ring with him?"

"Five years and you want to talk about Adam Hunt?"

Oliver shook his head, "Not really, just thought it could be an ice breaker. Look, I know it's too late to say this but I'm sorry."

"I'm not," Laurel answered, "Because after you left, all your dirty little secrets came out, and I realized afterwards that marrying you would have been the biggest mistake of my life, because someone like you should rot in hell for eternity." She turned to Diggle, "You can take him now, and the next time he shows up unannounced, he's going to need a lot more protection than you."

As she walked away Diggle smiled, "Well at least she said you should bring protection, that's a start."

Oliver nodded, "Time to take down Hunt."

Oliver Queen: Adam Hunt, his crimes go deeper than fraud and theft, he has been able to bully, bribe, and kill anyone who has gotten into his way…he hasn't met me yet.

"You remind Grell I put him on the bench, I can also take him off, I will turn him into a cautionary tale, and this attorney Laurel Lance? You said she wasn't going to be a problem anymore?" He turned to his assistant, "Why are you still here?" Suddenly an arrow went flying into a string of lights turning the area in the parking garage into darkness. A second arrow struck one of Hunt's men in the chest. His other guard pushed Hunt into his limo and fired a random array of bullets into the darkness, after a moment three arrows burry into his chest and Hunt watches as one of his best men fell lifeless to the ground. The window next the Hunt exploded sending glass all over the place. Hunt observed the arrow and noticed something attached to the nock until it sent him through the window and out onto the concrete, he looked up to see a man dressed in a green shut with his face covered by a green hood and black balaclava.

Hunt saw he was at a disadvantage in this situation, "Just tell me what you want?"

The hooded man jumped down from the limo and grabbed Hunt by the lapels of his shirt, "You are going to transfer forty million dollars into Starling City bank account 1141 by ten p.m. tomorrow night."

"Or what?"

"Or I'm going to take it and I fear what your employer would say if forty million dollars were to vanish into thin air."

"You're a dead man, you know that, if I see you again you're dead!"

"No you will be," Oliver delivered and elbow to Hunt's temple knocking him out cold.

Oliver descended down the stairs to his own party, nicely enough, Diggle was able to work with Tommy to find a "secure" location for the party, in the building right next to Adam Hunt's office. According to Oliver, Hunt had fifty-three minutes to make the right decision, dump the forty million into the bank account use the bank account to replenish the funds he stole to make The Hood look good while using the bank account's tracking software to unlock all of Adam Hunt's funds for his own purposes, the Hood looks good, and Oliver walks away with the greater steal to fund his operations. If Adam Hunt didn't comply he would just have to do the job himself, which would be more dirty and cost more lives. Either way his employer the one that Adam Hunt never acknowledged would kill him within hours, so really it was his choice, him dead, or him and others dead.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Look who it is it's the man of the hour! Ladies give this man a proper homecoming!" Oliver walked through the crowd of ogling women trying to feel all parts of him before making it to the stage, Oliver then took a shot of tequila from his friend, "Oh I missed tequila."

Adam Hunt's team had approximately thirty-five minutes before this so called Hood would return, the rest of his security team was not taking any chances all were wearing Kevlar and carrying automatic weapons. "What's going on down there?"

"It's a party for Queen's son being rescued in Russia." His head of security answered.

"Fucking douchebag," Hunt answered.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" Oliver knew that voice he turned around and smiled.

"It takes a little longer than a day for me to rot, I apologize."

Laurel sighed, "I apologize, I shouldn't have said that."

Oliver nodded, "No you had the right to say that," Oliver sighed, "Look I know why you're here looking absolutely outstanding as you always do. You came here to see if I changed being away, to see if I learned from my mistakes, well the answer is I did, and I learned more than anything that I am not a good person. You do not need me or should want me in your life, you are doing good and being with me is just going to bring you back to being Oliver Queen's dumb fiancee who couldn't see all the signs when they were right in front of everyone's face. So do yourself a favor and leave me, forever, save yourself from me."

Laurel shook her head, "One thing hasn't changed, you're still conceited, I didn't come here to reconnect with you, you're right there is too much between us and too much good I'm doing to throw that all away, besides you have five years of debauchery to catch up on that I just don't want to deal with, no I came here as a friend to say if you need me to talk about what happened I'll listen, just don't think for a second that you will ever take advantage of me again."

Oliver nodded as the alarm on his phone went off signaling that Adam Hunt did not send the money, "I don't plan on it Laurel."

Oliver walks his way down to the kitchen where Diggle is waiting, "He's got the entire floor filled with firepower, and he has an electronic alarm system that will lock down the hall at a moment's notice."

"What about the windows?" Oliver remarked.

"Nothing," Diggle smiled.

Oliver smiled, "это то, что я думал."

Adam Hunt's floor went dark, Hunt was startled but his head of security smiled, "That's the security system working, dumbass used the elevator." The team waited for the elevator to stop, awaiting the mass man who will be trapped in the elevator while they riddle him with bullets, as the bell rang the team pointed their guns at the door, only to be met with a barrage of gunfire instead, the armor piercing rounds puncture through the Kevlar and within minutes all the men in the hallway are dead without ever firing a shot. Only four men remained, two guards, the head of security and hunt himself, the three armed men all waited at the door ready to fire on a moment's notice, instead they didn't notice Oliver crashing through window on the opposite side, before they knew it two arrows were lodged into the guards leaving only the head of security and Hunt who was hiding behind his desk. Oliver fired an arrow at Hunt, it missed him by a foot but lodged right into Hunt's server.

"You missed," he laughed.

"Really?" Oliver added. Then the head of security tried to stab him with a knife but aimed for his face instead of his kidneys giving Oliver ample time to duck under him and do what he should have done to him, with the arrow lodged in his kidney, Oliver then turned him over and delivered one to his face. Oliver then jumped out the window deciding to leave Hunt alive, the terror of him losing over two hundred million of his money would be more terrifying to him than killing him on the spot, Hunt will have to wait a few more days for his death instead.

"Can I talk to my son first? At least give me a chance to tell him face to face?" Robert Queen asked. The Russian man nodded and stepped aside. Robert Queen turned to his son, "Oliver what I'm about to tell you, you will never forgive me for, but someday I hope you will understand it, all my businesses, most of my businesses are not legitimate, and sometimes deals in these businesses go bad. I had a deal with the Bratva, a trafficking deal, I was going to bring a shipment of women in for them, but the catch was is that I was going to pin the shipment on the Triad, make money off the deal eliminate a competitor, but I had a mole and they notified the Triad and they bailed out of the shipping deal, so it left me with bringing the shipment of girls to Starling, shaming my entire family, and bringing down our whole empire, or bringing you."

Oliver eyes shot up, "What are you saying?"

"He's saying Mr. Queen that your father traded your life for his, he offered you to the Bratva, although I would have preferred your sister, she could have made me more money, but still a deal is a deal. Except for one part Mr. Queen," the man pulls out a pistol and drove three shots into Robert Queen's chest. Selling your children to save yourself is dishonorable and that costs interests."

Oliver looked down at his father then pulled out a palm sized item a small wooden box with a cross on it, "Forgive me, find the code, forgive me." Robert's eyes went still and his body slumped over in lifelessness. The Russian Bratva walked over and sneered, "какашка," and then fired a final bullet through his skull for good measure.

A man walked down the steps of Queen Manor, "The police won't be able to identify the men that abducted them, they never will , she we plan another abduction?"

Moira Queen shook her head, "No, there are other ways to find out what my son knows."

Adam Hunt tried his best to get one of his investors to help him escape, he chose the worst hotel he can find on the far end of The Glades, hoping that he wouldn't be found, but as he turned around he saw the same hood, the same balaclava, just black instead of green, before he had a chance to speak two arrows pierced his heart and the once great Adam Hunt laid dead in a twenty-five dollar a night hotel, surrounded by magazines describing his failure.

End