He woke up an hour later in a cold sweat from a nightmare. He sat over the edge of the bed. He wanted to call her. He needed to call her. He ran his fingers through his hair and then got up to grab his phone. He went to the window, 18 stories up, 'she would love this view' he thought as he dialed a long familiar number. "We need to set our first hit at the pier, number 13. Two days," he hung up. He sighed, feeling a little better at what the next days were going to bring. He put his phone away and crawled back into bed.

His alarm went off early. He hopped out of bed and took a quick shower, then dressed for the day. His translator met him at the door and carried his briefcase. He entered the elevator and headed down to the lobby. He immediately put his dark sunglasses on in the lobby as soon as he glanced and saw Lex at the desk. Ollie and his guard walked right out of the building with out even a glance from Lex. His car was waiting to take him to the airport. He rode in contemplation. Tomorrow, he'd get her back if she didn't kill him first.

"So how was dinner with the General?" Clark asked as he handed Lois a coffee than went and sat at his desk and booted up his computer.

"Strangely enough it was very strange."

Clark squinted at her not really understanding her meaning. "And that means what?"

"It was …I mean he was, loving, attentive, caring…not typical behavior for the General. He was almost nervous?"

"About what?"

"That's just it Smallville, I got nothing. He was even asking about Chloe and Ollie?"

"Well she is his family too?"

"Yeah but he was almost overtly curious." Clark just sighed and adjusted his glasses.

"Speaking of Chloe" Lois continued, "Have you heard from Oliver since he went out of town?"

"No why?"

"Well Chloe says that she hasn't talked to him for 2 going on 3 weeks."

"He is a busy man."

"That's what I told her, those two are joined at the phone. He may be busy but that' hasn't stopped him before."

"So what do you want to do about it?"

"Wait and see what Chloe does I guess."

"Are you feeling alright cause patience really isn't one of your virtues." He teased.

"Ha, ha" she faded in her remarks when she saw the scroll line at the bottom of the T.V that was on in the news room :Green Arrow strikes again in Star City: Lois looked at Clark like, "What?" They were going to continue their conversation when they got called into a meeting.

In the plane Oliver made more phone calls and called in a few favors. He knew the folks he called couldn't be traced. The first hit at Pier 13 may be his only hit if he could help it. His good friend and interpreter sat across from him when he finished his call.

"Everything is ready, from the hardware to the accommodations."

"Good, listen, I appreciate your help in this, have you told Amanda yet about your little?"

"You may be used to the term metahuman sir, I am not. We just got married how do I tell her I'm a .."

"A good man who's doing good work for me? Easy, if you need I can or Chloe," he chuckled softly, "That's if she's still talking to me after this. Look you don't have to worry about your job or your benefits or your secret for that matter, there will always be a place for you here."

"Thank you sir, your Russian is almost perfect"

"Thanks." The immersion helped he thought. The young man went to the cockpit to check on the length of flight time remaining.

Oliver pulled a ballistics case out from under his seat and opened it. Inside the weapon looked like a hand gun, it shot arrows, very special arrows. He took it apart and cleaned it the put it together thinking about the plan. He shook his head. He broke out of his reverie when he went to gather his wardrobe for his first stop.

Chloe sat in the ISIS office going over some reports when she heard the chime of the front door being opened than a gigantic thud. She got up and peeked her head outside her door to see a massive guy laying prone in the lobby. She eased her way out of the office. The man rolled over onto his back and kept whispering, "Help me, help me he wants to kill me." The man spoke in a very heavy almost Russian-like accent.

Chloe looked out the front door and then quickly locked it. "Who wants to kill you?"

"Kolek, the assassin, he's coming." Then the big guy seemingly passed out.

Chloe's cell phone rang and she ran back into her office to grab it and then dashed back out to check on the unconscious man.

"Lo" she spoke.

"Hey little cuz what is going on and did you see the Arrow was in Star City last night" Chloe was going to respond when the big man moaned and sat up holding his head. He was more like in his late twenties, and muscular from what Chloe could tell. He moved to sit in the huge chair that was in the lobby.

"CHLOE!!ARE YOU LISTENING?" She heard Lois shout.

"Not the time Lo, why don't you write it down and call me later." Chloe hung up the phone. She wheeled the ottoman over to be next to the guy and sat. She set her phone onto the end table that was next to him.

"Let's start from the beginning, I'm Chloe,"

"Piotr" he spoke.

"Are you hurt?"

"No, I… I've been held captive for the last few days. I think not to far from here."

"Why would anyone hold you prisoner?"

"I'm different" he spoke and in a second his entire body was metallic.

"Oh geez," Chloe whispered. "So you're a meta? How did you get caught? Who caught you?"

"I don't know. I was asleep in bed and was pulled into a van and driven here. There were more of us I was the only one who escaped. Our captors said sting err Kolek is coming. He is the exterminator."

"Piotr I have to call my friends they can help."

"No!" he tried to stand up and couldn't.

"He has spies everywhere and will know. Please tell no one." He begged.

"Alright …Look are you hungry? Thirsty?"

"Yes."

"Wait here and I'll see what I can do for you." She spoke and turned and headed to the kitchen area of the building.

Piotr counted to ten, it only took ten paces to reach the kitchen; he had been drilled on the layout of this office. He then quickly switched her phone with a dummy stuffing hers up his shirt sleeve. She came back with a sandwich and some water.

"Thank you for your kindness Chloe, I," he yawned.

"If this guy is as ruthless as you say you can't go home right now. I have a bed here if you need a place to crash."

"I couldn't even now you are in danger."

"HA! Danger is my middle name" she spoke. "Can you stand?"

He tried and was a little wobbly. "Good follow me."

She led him down the corridor to an office she had converted to a bedroom, for those nights that she worked late. She set his food and drink down and he sat on the bed wearily. "Rest we'll talk some more when you feel better." She turned and shut the door behind her. He again counted the time it took her to get her phone. He rolled up his sleeve and hit a button on his watch 3 times. The watch that had a black X on its face. Chloe grabbed her phone and began dialing. All she got was voicemail. She huffed and went to her computer to look up KOLEK.

Oliver had changed into yet another disguise, this time he was dressed as a transient. He appeared as if he had been abused by life. After his plane landed he had one of his men drive him to the front of Lex's office building to pan handle. He folded his ratty hat to cover his eyes as he stood leaning against the building. He made it just in time as the Luthor Limo pulled up in front.

"Pennies for the poor?" he begged. Luthor just scowled at him and walked by. Oliver smiled as he followed to the foyer entrance. "You really don't care much for the down on their luck do you?" he asked

"If you don't leave me alone, you old fool I swear I will have you …." Lex spoke stopping at the door.

"Have me what ...Killed? That is more your style isn't it." Lex turned sharply.

"Who are you?"

"Me? I'm just a messenger."

"For who!" he is clearly agitated.

"It's always easy to claim ignorance, isn't it Lex?" He just shook his head.

"What are you talking about!?"

"You complained loud enough and the Military heard you. My boss got wind that the Military is involved in your little venture."

"I have.."

"No idea what I'm talking about? Then when you open that package in your office you'll be unpleasantly surprised! Know that those are only copies and the real documents are poised to be sent to every paper in the country."

"Who is your boss? I don't understand what you're talking about."

"You lie like an expensive oriental rug. My boss is coming and he's not pleased, not at all."

Lex hit the security button at the door.

"Watch yourself Lex, hell is coming for you." He spoke. A few moments later a guard approached from inside the building to the door.

"Mr. Luthor are you alright?" he asked.

"This man was harassing me."

"What man sir?" Lex turned and there was no one there. Lex looked confused.

"Sir?"

"Nothing, hmm, please post an extra team out front until further notice."

"Yes sir." He held the door for his boss and then got on the radio, ordering the extra security detail.

Oliver was picked up by his men around the block. He was pleased to rattle Lex's cage. He was given his phone, "3 clicks from our spy and the dummy phone has been activated." Then it went dead.

He smiled, the car took him to the warehouse close to Pier 13. The modified building was to be his home hopefully temporarily while he concluded this business. He entered the main corridor which held 3 holding areas; a water tank, an EMF Field that would neutralize Bart and a spot that looked like a giant outlet to plug Vic in. He hoped he wouldn't have to use any of these. There was a room off to the left, and in the corner was a single chair with a low hanging light bulb. There were ropes but they didn't really attach to anything they were all for show. Ollie took off his hat and wig and wiped the sweat off his brow.

"Please bring that table over and set a bottle of Vodka and two glasses on it."

"Do you want the interrogation table?"

"Absolutely not, she's been through way to much." A thought then crossed his mind and he laughed to himself. "Better put the mats down, cause I'm sure she's going to kick my.." The guys laughter was interrupted by the phone. One of them answered it.

"General Lane has booked a room downtown."

"Interesting indeed." Ollie spoke as he and his men went to go and get the mats.

Chloe hit a dead end looking up Kolek. All she could find was that it was Russian for Sting. 'An interesting name' she thought. She tried her friends' numbers again and got no answer. She went to check on her guest. He had been asleep for hours. It was almost 6 in the evening. She opened the door to see him in the midst of a night mare.

"Piotr." She spoke softly at first, no response. "PIOTR!" she shouted. He sat bolt upright going from man to metal to man. "Whoa," Chloe whispered.

"What time it is?" he asked his voice foggy.

"Almost 6."

"I must go."

"Are you serious, No?"

"If he finds me I am dead." He argued.

"He won't find you. I won't let him hurt you." He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Hey just because I'm little doesn't mean I can't kick some….." the office phone rang. She ran to get it and as soon as she reached it, it stopped ringing. She shook her head and went back to her guest who appeared to be bench pressing the bed.

"Piotr?"

"I lift when I get nervous."

"Oh well that's logical."

"Who was left behind when you escaped. Is there any family you can call?"

"Family? No. I call anyone he finds me."

"I've tried to look him up all I found was that Kolek means sting like you mentioned before."

"Don't go drawing attention to yourself. He is ruthless. Sting is his method of choice for the kill. My grandmother told stories of the Kolek of her generation. One shot and it could have been from anywhere, and you are dead. No witnesses, totally untraceable."

Her phone rang again and she ran to go get it. This time when she answered there was only heavy breathing on the line. She quickly hung up and disconnected the phone.

She yawned it had turned into a long day. She went back to her kitchen for a cup of coffee.

Dressed in all black, Oliver watched from the roof through the skylight. He knew that Clark and Lois were going to be busy with all the little stories his friends were dropping or creating around town. He watched as Chloe tried to work through all the information she had been given but with him controlling her access, thanks to the dummy phone, she was getting nowhere.

"Have you talked to Chloe since she hung up on you?" Clark asked.

"No I haven't had a chance to call." Lois spoke with a pencil in her teeth.

They both just looked at each other like they would get back to the conversation as soon as they had free time.

Chloe finally called it a day and made a makeshift bed in her office. She had thrown some couch cushions on the floor and pulled out her quilt that she always keeps handy. She hit the pillow and was out with in minutes. 3 beeps sent back to Piotr's communicator and he had time to rearrange a few things for Chloe for when she woke up. Oliver settled in to stay there all night to make sure she was safe.