Samuel walks out of the house and gets into the company car. "Where are you heading to, Mr. Greyson?"
"The company." Samuel says, causing the man to nod as he drives out of the driveway and down the road to the company. Samuel rubs his arm as he tries not to think about everything that has happened over the sixteen years since escaping his real father's wrath. He takes a deep breath in and lets it out as they pull up to the company. "Thanks." He says as he goes to get out, but the driver stops him.
"Here's my card, call when you're ready to be picked up." Samuel nods as he takes it and heads out of the car and up the stairs to the company. Samuel heads inside and heads straight for the IT department. Samuel looks around as he sees all the changes and improvement on technology since the last time he's been around in civilization.
"Can I help you?" Samuel turns to see a blonde sitting at a desk. She has a tight white blouse on with a bright blue pencil skirt that matches her heels. She is a rather beautiful woman, but Samuel forces himself to ignore it. Being with women weren't that simple for him as Oliver. He has too many scars and they always asked too many questions after it is all over and he really hated questions.
"No, just checking out how much the department changed." Samuel says as he looks around at the room.
"When was the last time you've been here?"
"Five years ago." Samuel answers as he looks around. It is much brighter and cooler in here than before and Samuel likes it even more.
"Five years? That's a long time. Did you work here or..."
"Not technically, no." Samuel turns and looks at the blonde. "My adopted father owned the company."
"Your... wait," She looks suddenly very startled with this information. "You're-
"Samuel Greyson, son of Robert Queen, the only other survivor besides Oliver Queen who survived five years on an island. That sums it up, right?" She only manages to nod. "Yeah, I thought so." Samuel looks around the room once more. "I use to come here growing up. It used to be my favorite place. As a kid, the person who used to be in charge of this department used to let me play computer games in here all the time." Samuel smiles. "When I got older, the man started teaching me different things."
"Sounds like you had a good childhood." This made Samuel frown.
"Only after I was adopted." He turns and looks at the woman. "I never got your name."
"Right, sorry, Felicity Smoak."
"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Felicity and I'm glad to see someone's taking care of this place. Maybe I'll see you around." Samuel says before heading back out.
Samuel calls the guy back and gets a ride back to the mansion only to see cop cars outside. "What have you done already, Oli." Samuel mumbles as he enters the house to hear people talking in the living room.
"Yeah. Well, they probably figured you'd pay a king's ransom to get your boy back or a queen's ransom, as it were." Samuel frowns as he enters the room.
"Moira?"
"Oh, Sam, we were so worried." Samuel raises an eyebrow as Moira stands up and hugs him.
"Uh, what's going on?"
"I'll explain later." Oliver tells him, causing Samuel to nod as he pulls out of Moira's arms and joins Oliver on the couch.
"As I was saying, after all, a parent would do anything to keep their child safe."
"I don't find your tone appropriate, dective." Moira says to Lance.
"If Oliver can think of anything else, he'll be in touch." Walter says as he stands up.
"Thank you, gentlemen, for coming." Lance chuckles as Walter says this before grabbing his things. Oliver and Samuel stand as Lance does.
"Your luck never seems to run out, does it?" Lance says before heading out of the room.
Oliver and Samuel head upstairs to Oliver's room. "What happened, Oli?"
"Some men were hired to kidnap me in order to find out what happened on the yacht."
"And by hired you mean by the people who dad was working for."
"Yeah. I told the cops some guy in a hood and another who calls himself Velocity were the ones who saved Tommy and me."
"So it begins then." Samuel says as they sit down in front of Oliver's computer.
"Adam Hunt is our first business to attend to. He's on trial for laundering money. He's on the list."
"So we take care of him first then." Samuel says. "Seems easy enough." Samuel and Oliver look down at their father's book to see Adam Hunt's name written on it clearly.
"You are different. Not like you to read a book, Mr. Oliver." Raisa says as she walks into the room. Samuel minimizes the news article on the computer, while Oliver closes the book before she can read what's on it.
"I missed you, Raisa." Oliver smiles as he leans back in his chair.
"No kitchen on the island."
"No. No friends either." Samuel says. "Beside each other."
"Hey." Oliver smiles as he sees a plate of food in her hands. "Thank you." He tells her as he stands before her and takes the platter from her, placing it on the chest at the foot of his bed. "Do I really seem different?" Oliver asks as he turns and looks at her.
"No. You're still a good boy. You both are." Raisa smiles.
"Oh, I think we all know I wasn't." Oliver tells her.
"But a good heart."
"I hope so." Oliver smiles. "I want to be the person you always told me I could be."