Okay, so I realize I didn't really give a description if Drakon in previous chapters. If you need to image someone playing him, imagine Jake Abel with black hair.

Russia

Afternoon

All of Drakon's workers stood in a circle, Flash behind them as Helena, Sin, and Oliver, all wearing black ski masks, aimed shot guns at them. Roy, also in a ski mask, placed all the money in the house on a trolley.

"That's all of it." Roy told him.

"You're dead, you're all dead! You won't have a place to hide!" One of the men said in heavily accented English.

"Who's hiding?" Oliver said as he and Roy pulled off their masks.

"Do you have any idea whose money you stealing!?" the man demanded.

Oliver smirked, picking up a gas can. He walked over to the money and poured the gas all over the money, the shock of Drakon's worker.

"Who says we're stealing it?" Oliver said, throwing down the can.

Oliver pulled out a match and lit to. To the shock of the workers, Oliver threw it on the soaked money, causing it to burst into flames.

"You tell Drakon that Kapiushon did this," Oliver said as he looked over at him, "and I'm coming for everything that's his."

Oliver then turned and began walking out, with the others following after him as Drakon's workers stared at the burning pile of money.

Argus safe house

Same time

"All I'm saying is that if they took something, we'd have found it." An exasperated operative told Diggle.

"You don't know Oliver Queen. This car was important; he wouldn't just leave it if he didn't take something." Diggle said as he circled the car, like a shark and its prey.

Diggle opened the car door, looking inside curiously. Finding nothing suspicious, Diggle pressed a button on the radio. The screen popped up, a warning that said something in Russian, but Diggle got the gist.

"They took the chip." Diggle said as he closed the door.

"Sir, we got something on the police scanners. A break in downtown, property checks says the owner is one Richard Drakon." Another Operative said

"If its Oliver, then whatever was on the chip led them there." Diggle noted.

"It's Oliver, no one else in Russia is stupid enough to rob this guy." Felicity noted.

Russia

Later in the afternoon

"How much did they take?" Drakon said as he pulled out a sword as the man from the cash house watched nervously.

"They didn't take anything Mr. Drakon, they burned it." The man said nervously and Drakon paused.

"They burned my money?" Drakon demanded as he turned around to face the man.

"Yes sir. And they said Kapiushon was coming to take everything that is yours." The man said nervously.

"I see," Drakon said as he put the sword down, "then this is what we're going to do."

Drakon picked a knife off his desk and whirled around. He threw it and it went into the man's throat. He gasped in shock and pain before going down. Drakon seemed unconcerned about the man bleeding out, pulling out a cell phone and dialing a number.

"I want you to empty all the houses," Drakon ordered as the person on the other end picked up, "I want that money under lock and key within an hour."

Elsewhere in Russia

Later

As Drakon's men moved the money in a truck, at a café across the street, from behind a newspaper he was pretending to read, Barry pulled out a phone and called Oliver.

"Target is on the move." Barry said.

At a restaurant, Cisco was eating a bowl of coup when he looked cut the window to see a truck pass. He pulled out a phone and dialed.

"My target is moving."

Helena, helmet on, is on her motorcycle when she saw her truck moving. She sent a text and revved the engine, following after it.

"I've got eyes on mine." Roy said as he trailed the truck from a distance, as not to be suspicious.

All the while, Oliver sat in a black convertible, Thea in the passenger seat. A silver Volvo passed and Constantine turned to look at them, nodding slightly from the driver's seat before passing.

In a tower above the city, Sin was looking down through a pair of binoculars before frowning, taking out her phone.

"Okay, Oliver, you were right that they're consolidating the money, but you aren't gonna believe where." Sin said.

Later, all of them stood on a rooftop, looking down at a police station.

"Okay, this just got a lot harder." Roy noted.

"You, me, Barry, and Oliver should be able to take it." Helena argued.

"Except we're not trying to take it, we're trying to get the money." Roy argued back.

"Which is probably not gonna be very easy if we're fighting off a station full of police officers." Barry noted.

"He's probably got a have at least half the officers in there in his pocket." Thea noted.

"This doesn't change anything," Oliver said and they stopped talking as they looked to him, "we stick to the plan."

"I'm sorry, what?" Cisco looked at Oliver incredulously. "This just went from mission impossible to mission insanity!"

"Cisco-" Barry started.

"No, going in there is insane and suicidal!" Cisco shouted.

"Not if we play it smart. We gotta think different. We've been thinking like vigilantes and heroes. It's time to start thinking like criminals." Oliver mused as he crossed is arms, thinking.

Argus safe house

Same time

"There faces are covered." An Argus agent said as he, Felicity, and Diggle sat around a table, looking at security footage of cars left leaving the first cash house hit.

"Run it through facial recognition." Diggle ordered and Felicity nodded.

Felicity ran it through the program and, after a moment, they got a hit. Oliver's picture appeared next to the image on the screen. While Diggle smirked victoriously, Felicity looked away, still riddled with uncertainty.

"Run the photos of known associates of Oliver and Roy through anyone who entered the country the last few weeks. Search for everything short of a space shuttle." Diggle ordered.

Felicity nodded and typed for a few moments. When she stopped, they just had to wait. Within seconds, they had results: pictures of Barry, Cisco, Sin, and Helena popped up on the screen of the computer.

"Damn it Oliver, you dragged them into this," Diggle growled as he turned away, tying to compose himself, "okay. I want constant surveillance on the streets. You see any of them, I want to know."

"John, don't drag Barry and Cisco into your vendetta." Felicity tried to reason with him.

"I didn't involve them Felicity, Oliver did," Diggle snapped as he turned around to face her, "they knew he was on the run but they still decided to join him on whatever kamikaze mission he's on. Whatever they were, they're criminals now, no different than The Dodger or The Count. Whatever happens now is on them, not us."