The Amazo: 2006

The sensation of rocking from side to side made Oliver feel nauseous, everything was black but that was because he still had his eyes closed, he slid them open only to close them immediately, the dim lights hung above to bright for his eyes to handle
and that when it hit him.

The searing hot pain on the right side of his abdomen, he would have screamed, but his throat was dry and his voice weak so the only sound that came out was a half groan half gurgle.

Opening his eyes slowly this time, he looked down at the wound it had blood seeping out of it in. With a quick look around he realized he was in a metal cell with his back resting on one side. There were other similar cells surrounding him, his vision
was still a little blurry but there seemed to be other figures moving around in them. With the motion of the room he was in he realized he still must be on the ship just on a lower deck.

Oliver noticed a little tray that held a few medical items, a curved needle-he couldn't remember the proper name for it- with some thread, what looked like a pair of scissors with the end of the blades curved and flattened, gauze and antiseptic. Did they expect him to remove the bullet himself? There was no way, I cant possibly, I wouldn't even know where to start.

His unspoken question was answered by a man in the cell directly beside Ollie's, he had a strong Russian accent. "Your going to have to dig it out, that is if you want to live." The blond turned his head to look at the man. The man had dark brown hair
and a long beard that hadn't been shaved in a very long time, he looked to be in his early fifties maybe late forties. "And h-how the hell am I suppose to do that?" the man chuckled, "With those." he pointed at the metal tray. "Why are they doing
this?" The man's gaze turned to the door on the left of the room "It's a test. He does it to everyone." looking back the Russianlifted up his shirt to show a scar where he had been shot. "He wants to make sure you are strong enough."

"What if I refuse?" Shrugging the other man said, "You die." Ollie very much wanted to live, with the instructions of the man in the opposite cell which he now knew as Anatoly. He went through the painful process of removing the bullet, and it was painful
much worse then when it went in, that was fast and he collapsed straight after. This, this was slow, first the sting of antiseptic and then digging around in the wound to find the bullet, no matter how dry his throat was he screamed, loudly. After
he got a grip of it he pulled it free and then came the stitches. Throughout the process he nearly blacked out a couple of times but managed to get past the feeling and continue until everything was done. Then he collapsed into a exhausted sleep.

When he awoke this time it was to the voice of the man that had shot him, he was talking to Anatoly but Oliver's brain was still in a haze of sleep and he couldn't make out the words, eventuallywhen the man came to stand in front of his cell he
had roused fullyand could see the same deceiving smile plastered on his face from before. "So, you survived that's good. What Is your name?" Oliver kept quite determined not give away anything to this man, though he could not figure out what
this man could want from him. "If you don't answer I will haveto resort toforce." with that he decided his best option he had was to lie. "Tommy." The smile faded and Ivo sighed like he was disappointed. "This time Mr Queen I will let
you of the hook for lying, but in the future remember I will not be so kind.

Starling City: 2012

The letter from his father still fresh in his mind, Oliver started to plan exactly how he would go about the list his father left him. Obviously he could not involve his family. So he would have to disguise himself, become someone else. The wooden box
underneath his bed floated to the forefront of his head, well more specifically Yao Fei's green hood. Somehow it felt right wearing it as he purged the city of those who seek to destroy, corrupt and poison his city. Honoring his Biological father
as well as the man he had come to treat as another.

He would also need a place to keep all his equipment, but it would also have to work as a cover for where he spent all his time. Maybe a business of some sort, but what? His train of thought was interrupted by a beeping going off, it took him a second
to realize that it was his new mobile. Retrieving it from his pocket he saw it was a text from Laurel, asking ifhe wanted to have coffee with her and Tommy later that day to talk about Sara. He had sent her a text earlier inquiring about her.
He agree and they planned to meet when she had her lunch break, at a small cafe close to CNRI.


Stepping out of the car he told the driver that he would text him when he was ready to be driven home, He saw Laurel and Tommy waiting inside of the little cafe at a small round table. He had just taken a step towards them when he heard the quite footsteps
of the drivers approach. Turning around to see what the man wanted he felt the sharp jab of something in his neck, he stepped away ready to turn and fight, but it was already to late the substance had already been injected. Swaying on his feet as
he tried to fend of his attacker, the effect already dampening his abilities, The driver just dodged his attacks and waited till the drug took full effect, when it did he shoved the billionaire back into the car he had just gotten out from and drove
to the specified destination. Although Ollie was totally out of it and no longer aware of what was going around him, his subconscious thought was Why does this keep happening?