Oliver pulled up to the mansion in true Queen style. His car windows were tinted to an illegal amount but he felt better about keeping himself away from prying eyes. The outside of his childhood home looked the same as it always had, other than the few assassins that stood guard. He thought of his family, his father who started this journey for him. His mother and sister who were his biggest advocates. Oliver gripped the steering wheel a little harder before parking the car and making his way to the front door.

"Mr. Miles is waiting for you out back, Mr. Queen." Oliver nodded and followed the assassin.

Nothing in the backyard had been the same, a few dozen assassins were chatting, he could hear their talks of strategy. A big white tent had been set up, it stood a few feet taller than Oliver and had an interesting symbol on the side of it. It looked almost like an arch other than it coming to a point at the top. He examined it further and noticed that he had seen that symbol before. The first meeting he had with the assassins he noticed the man who spoke wore a necklace with the same symbol.

The door to the tent was open and Desmond walked out giving directions to one of his people. "Make sure you call Rebecca and fill her in. They are on the move again."

"Yes, mentor." Said the assassin.

"Oliver, please if you wouldn't mind following me into the tent I can give you a run down of what is going on." Reluctantly he followed Desmond into the tent.

Inside looked a lot bigger than the outside, large cork boards lined the inner walls displaying names, faces, and information of whom Oliver presumed to be Templars. A long table sat in the middle, a map and several files scattered on it. Oliver paced himself, taking in his surroundings.

"You haven't heard of our brotherhood or the Templars that bring chaos everywhere they go. It would take too long to go into detail but what you do need to know is this." He pointed to a picture on the board. A sphere shaped artifact with odd designs and engravings.

"What is that?" He asked.

"An Apple of Eden, it is a piece of technology created by the Isu. The Apples are featured prominently, although cryptically, throughout recorded history as the cause of several divine and superhuman events. One you may know as the event that caused Adam and Eve to be cast out of Eden. During ancient times, the Order of the Ancients and the Hidden Ones referred to the Apple of Eden as the Orb." Desmond folded his hands over his chest, he gave Oliver a quick look careful not to stare for too long. He had heard so much about the boy who survived five years on a island. One that Desmond knew a lot about.

"Oliver you have to understand, the apples of eden are the most powerful artifacts known to man. The consequences for it being in the wrong hands is very severe. Templar's have been searching for all pieces of eden, and if they find them all..." He paused, shaking his head and let out a sigh.

"What does the apple of eden do exactly?"

"Things beyond anything you could ever imagine. In the right hands it could be used to unravel some of the most complex science problems. Cure cancer, even. An advanced knowledge that could bring all of the human race together." He paused again, walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a journal.

"In the wrong hands, it could mean the end to life as we know it. Mind-control, physical manipulation, slave labor. It shows you illusions, makes you do things you never thought you were capable of. This journal belonged to my ancestor, for centuries my bloodline has fought to keep the pieces of eden safe." He handed the book to Oliver.

Inscribed on the front had the name Ezio Auditore da Firenze. The leather binding had been worn and old, dust settling on the surface from lack of use. Hard leather smells entered Oliver's nose as he turned to the first page. A diary, full of entries by Ezio, who appeared to be a fellow assassin.

"My ancestor. It's a good read if you feel like knowing more about who we are."

"So you're telling me, that ball can control people and a group of Templar's are trying to take over the world with it?" Oliver sat on a chair and covered his face.

"Pretty much. We are a dying breed, us Assassins. The Templar's have been hunting us for years. The animas that we stole has helped us track the last piece of eden to Starling City." Desmond looked at Oliver and rubbed the back of his neck.

"So that's why you need my help?" Oliver paced back and forth, "do you have a way of locating it? And what's an animas."

"That is the animas." He pointed to the machine that sat on the opposite side of where they were. " A machine that allows you to see the past. It's not important right now. As for the location of the artifact, I believe your wife knows where we can find it."

Oliver frowned at Desmond, his hands moving into fists. He didn't like where any of this was going but he knew he had to keep his family, and this city, safe. He stopped pacing and lowered his hands onto the table in front of him. His eyes peered down to a file with a familiar name. Damien Dark.

"Why do you have a file with Darks name on it?" He held up the file, anger building in his face.

"I told you, we can help each other. See, Damien has been a Templar for many years. Earlier had been the first sighting of him in quite some time. He's their secret advocate. A man that has been a target of ours for a lot longer than he has been yours, Oliver Queen." Desmond smiled, lifting his gaze from the file to Oliver's rugged face.

"So, what exactly do you want from me?" Oliver could sense Desmond's need. He watched the man in front of him think for a moment before speaking.

"To be apart of our Brotherhood."