Keeping her eyes constantly glancing around her surroundings looking for even the slightest thing out of place making sure to keep up perfectly step by step with the woman in front of her that continues to guide her through their surroundings reaching out gently Laurel brushes away a branch that had been in her path.
Followed by another then another as she silently walks through the shadows. Walks through this large forest scenery with so many things on her mind.
Things that were making her angry. Things that were bringing a great amount of confusion. And the one question that keeps repeating through her mind is how?
How could anyone miss this? Miss seeing this island? From what she could tell it must be massive. Over hundreds and hundreds of yards that spread for miles. Especially since she has been traveling across its terrains for what must have been hours with the end nowhere in sight.
Traveling across this massive landscape seeing so many things. Seeing the terrain change so much with every mile she travels. Mountains as far as she could see towering off in the distance.
Rivers after rivers flowing downstream. Streams that she and her companions couldn't help but follow hoping to discover their enemy's main camp not too far away from them.
Streams that after a short while made them come to an halt with a discovery. A man made discovery resting on top of a mountain side. What looked to be a grave.
A simple design. A mountain of rocks with a wooden post sticking out right in front. A post with some deep carvings through it that looked to of been made by some kind of stone leaving only a name.
The name of the late Robert Queen. Her boyfriend's father. A man that she now knew had been truly lost.
A name that caused her to come to a stop as her companions slowly started to trek forward passing by the grave without passing a second glance. Come to a stop when a simple image invaded her mind.
The image of a distressed Oliver Queen slowly covering the remains of his father with these rocks. Burying him under this mountain of rocks with tears streaming down his cheeks as slowly his deceased father disappears underneath the pile leaving him truly all alone.
An image that for a split second had made tears form in her eyes just thinking about the pain that he had to go through at that given moment before she quickly blinked them away to catch up to her companions.
Catch up to where she finds herself now. Deep inside of some kind of forest terrain. A dark forest that is massive.
Numerous trees seen all around engulfing everything they touch in total darkness. A terrain that slowly as they travel across she finds surprises after surprises.
Surprises in the form of some old worn out traps. Traps that looked to have been made to trap small animals.
Traps that had been triggered once before. As for some others. Some others had been destroyed. Not by any sort of animal. No but by man.
Bullet casings littered on the ground. Noticeable holes through a few tree trunks showing where a bullet had struck once before.
Just things that showed they were getting closer. Getting closer as she follows after her companions through the unknown. Deep into unknown waters matching her guide's every step perfectly.
Doing as she does following everything to the letter. Keeping to the shadows as she does. Avoiding any sort of loose branch or object that could give away their location.
Things that she knew she had to do as her guide's words of wisdom come back to the forefront of her mind.
Remembering of the pictures that she had seen. Pictures that she had studied on their trip here. Pictures that revealed so much.
An unknown group of men and women controlled the island. From the way they dressed she figured most had some kind of military background.
A background that showed they would learn to know the terrain like the back of their hand. Learn when to spot even the slightest of things out of place.
Some others must have been some kind of medical personal back in the real world. Especially if they were to keep the prisoners they had rounded up alive.
A group that she knew are extremely dangerous. Not just by the guns that they were seen carrying. No but by what she has seen all around her. This island.
This secret island. This island that was been housed for something. Maybe terrorist activity? She couldn't be too sure.
What she did know was these people were not to be messed with. These people would kill her and her companions if they were discovered.
That is if they were lucky anyways. She had an idea of what was to happen if that wasn't the case. Being tortured like many others had already received.
Being violated in every way possible. Maybe possibly even enslavement. A fate that no one should ever have to suffer.
A fate that she would make sure would not happen. Not only to herself and her companions but to the man that she came here for.
A man that she can picture right now perfectly in her mind. Just not in the way that she wants. Picture him inside of a cold cell battered and bloodied after another round of torture.
Picture him lying face first on the ground with fresh wounds opening up all across his battered body. An image that makes her pick up her pace slightly with every passing second it invades her mind before instantly she is brought back first down to the ground with a hand covering her mouth.
Staring wide eyed up at the white haired woman just as she is about to open her mouth instantly Laurel's eyes go as wide as saucers when she hears the faintest of a voice coming from the distance.
A voice she can hear getting closer and closer by the second followed by another. Locking eyes with White with a nod Laurel feels her hand leaving her mouth before slowly she sits up and follows quietly after her behind a nearby bush only to peak through the branches.
Peak through to look in the direction she hears the voices coming from until she spots them. Two men.
One heavily armed with some kind of automatic rifle strapped across his shoulder laughing while his companion is seen smiling digging out a box of cigarettes from his pocket.
Men that she sees coming to a stop not too far away to take a small smoke break before for a split second she glances away to look to her side only to have a look of confusion come across her face when she sees White nowhere in sight.
In fact she couldn't see any of her other companions anywhere in sight. Something that makes her let out a silent breath trying to suppress the small ounce of fear building inside before she turns her head back forward to look back towards the men only for her eyes to go wide.
Laughing at his companion's joke lighting up his own cigarette rearing back as he puffs out a cloud of smoke into the air before he has a chance to react instantly the man's world goes black when he feels a sharp object piercing straight through his back and through his chest.
Quickly throwing away his cigarette rearing back to grab a hold of his own firearm without having a chance to react the man's world goes black when he watches in a swift motion a white haired woman retract her sword from his partner's back before the end of blade comes soaring in his direction.
Covering her mouth in total shock hearing the sound of the two men's bodies landing down onto the ground with thuds as noticable puddles of blood starts to form underneath each of their bodies turning her gaze away from one of the deceased's faces that looks her way in total horror looking up Laurel can't help but watch in total shock as she sees White kneeling down next to one of the men only to clean off her end of her sword sword on one of the deceased's shirts.
Feeling as though she is being watched bringing her motion to a sudden halt glancing over her shoulder finding her client staring at her in total shock suppressing the urge to smile in her direction rising up to her feet slowly White makes her way over towards Laurel until she is towering over her.
" Ms Lance? Are you alright?"
Receiving nothing but a nod in response returning the nod reaching out White extends her free hand down towards Laurel causing her to snap out of her shock and take the outstretched hand before she pulls her up to her feet.
Seeing the young woman's eyes trained over her shoulder following her gaze finding her looking at the deceased guards probably a patrol unit from what she guessed slowly White turns her gaze back towards Laurel finding the young woman's eyes returning to her.
" I'm sorry. It's just….I've never seen a real dead body before."
Nodding her head in understanding tucking her sword away back to its rightful place reaching out gently White lays a hand down on Laurel's shoulder.
" It's a lot different than what you see in the movies isn't it?"
Receiving a nod giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze retracting her hand turning on her heels slowly White makes her way back through the forest before she comes to a stop after taking a couple of steps to glance back over her shoulder at Laurel finding her eyes trained on the two dead bodies.
" Let's go find your soulmate shall we? My men will take care of disposing the bodies."
Snapping her eyes up finding White slowly moving through the treeline glancing back down towards the dead bodies finding a couple of the white haired assassin's men coming out of their hiding places approaching the dead bodies taking a long deep breathe turning her gaze back forward Laurel makes her way over towards the treeline.
Hearing the sound of voices in the distance quietly brushing the bush branches in front of her to the side to take a closer look at their surroundings just ahead finding some kind of outline of a camp not too far away without taking her eyes away slowly Laurel kneels down by White's side studying everything that she sees in front of her.
Studying the lay of the land so to speak. Just like she knew her companions were doing right now. An known terrain just in front of them.
Three tents spread out across the terrain from what she could see. One very large off in the distance that she figured to be the man in charge whenever he made an appearance.
An appearance she wanted to happen right now just so that one of the questions in the back of her mind could finally be answered.
Groups of men walking around each wielding some sort of automatic weapon. Some that looked to be just resting in the camps.
Others looked to be some kind of patrols groups that are looking out for any sort of sign of danger while some others looked to be just heading out to start their assigned patrol around the island.
But right now that wasn't important. What was important is what catches her eye out in the distance. A large boat. A boat that she had seen a few pictures of once already.
A massive boat with its boarding ramp unleashed resting down on the sandy shores in the distance. From what she guessed must have been stolen from the navy if the size of the thing was any indication.
Maybe it was even a war ship? One of the remaining obstacles in her path. Just like this camp in front of her.
This massive camp that she knew they would have to pass through in order to get to this boat. But that didn't matter to her.
She was close. She was so close to having him back. Just another mile or so to be exact. Thoughts that make her as though her body has a mind of its own slowly start to rise up only to feel herself being forced back down causing her to snap her head to look towards her companion with an intense glare.
" No Ms Lance. We must not be seen."
Without so much as turning her head away from the scene before her as she watches a couple of men disappear into the treeline just behind one of the man made tents slowly White glances over towards Laurel finding her facial features not wavering even in the slightest.
" We cannot charge forward into battle. Even if your heart wants too. We must wait for the right time to strike."
" But Oliver…."
" Yes your soulmate is inside of that boat but you need to focus. If we were to charge now we would quickly be overwhelmed. Despite the skills of myself along with my men their numbers are too great.
Once we would be disposed of they would take you as a prisoner and i don't think that i have to tell you what they would do to a pretty brunette like yourself no do i?"
Seeing her message has been received loud and clear in the form of the young woman's eyes leaving her own to look down reaching out gently White lays her hand down on her shoulder.
" Have patience Ms Lance. Once nightfall has come we will emerge inside and find your soulmate."
Nodding her head slightly snapping her attention back forward as she looks at the massive boat in the distance unknown to her knowledge an intense glare forms across Laurel's face as her hands clutch into tight fists causing her nails to dig deep into her palms.