Oliver had just arrived at an auto mechanic shop in the Glades, though he knew what it really was.
"Can I help you with something sir?" one of the mechanics asked.
"I'm looking for Alexei Leonov. I have some business I need to discuss with him." Oliver said.
"I think you're mistaken. There's no Alexei here." One of the mechanics said.
Oliver simply removed his jacket and revealed his tattoo on his chest.
"You are Bratva." the mechanic asked.
"Like I said, I want to speak with Alexei Leonov." Oliver repeated.
"Right this way." the Mechanic said as he led Oliver inside.
"Pleased to meet you." Oliver said as he shook Leonov's hand.
"I apologize. We meant no disrespect to a captain. Particularly an American one. So how can I be of assistance?" Leonov asked.
"I'm in the market for a hired gun. Someone the organization's used before. His calling card is a 7.62 millimeter round laced with curare." Oliver said.
"I know no man who uses such tools." Leonov said.
"But you can find out who does." Oliver said.
"First, we will drink to each other's health then I will look into the identity of this man you seek. I will also confirm that you are really Bratva captain. Should this not be the case, I will send my mechanic here to find you and kill you and your family." Leonov said and Oliver just smiled as they drank.
"So, how'd your meeting go?" Laurel asked when Oliver arrived at the mansion.
"He's going to confirm I am who I say I and then he's going to see if he can get us an ID on our perp." Oliver said.
"I've done more research after I got back and I found out that Holder wasn't the only person Deadshot's killed here in Starling." Laurel said, which piqued Oliver's interest.
"What's the connection?" Oliver asked.
"If there's a connection, I don't see it, but since you're a bit more adept at this stuff, I was hoping maybe you would." Laurel said as she showed Oliver the evidence.
"You're right, I'm not seeing any connections between the victims either." Oliver said.
When the 2 went downstairs, Laurel was unpleasantly surprised to find her father standing in the living room, talking to Walter and Moira.
"What are you doing here?" Laurel asked her father.
"Police Business. Carl Rasmussen was found shot to death in his home earlier this evening. The police will not comment if there's a connection between Rasmussen's death and the murder of James Holder. Mr. Rasmussen leaves behind a wife and three children." Lance said.
"It's a great loss. Carl was a titan." Walter said.
"A titan who was looking to buy out a company called Unidac Industries? Well, industries are something of a misnomer. Ul's recent activity was actually looking into alternative energy." Hilton said.
"The point my partner is trying to make is that Rasmussen was the second bidder - to lose his life." Lance said.
"- Are you implying something, detective?" Moira asked suspiciously.
"Only that your husband's looking into buying Unidac and the competition seems to be dropping like flies." Quentin said.
"And I'm sure your veiled accusation has nothing to do with how you feel about my family." Oliver asked as he stepped in, glaring at Lance. First Lance went after Thea, now Walter and his mother, why couldn't he just deal with Oliver directly.
"Unidac's in receivership, detective. Ownership is subject to a liquidation auction so that means there are many prospective buyers. And the auction's tomorrow so if I was taking out the competition I have a lot of killing to do in a very short amount of time." Walter said, amused and Oliver and Laurel couldn't help but chuckle.
"We're just making rounds with interested buyers. - Let them know to be careful." Hilton said, trying to salvage the situation, since it was well known that Lance was not very welcome in this house and Hilton had actually tried discourage him from tagging along.
"- Oh, yes. And I'm overwhelmed that Detective Lance is concerned for our safety." Moira said snidely.
"Well, thank you for your concern, gentlemen. Our security consultant, Mr. Diggle is taking all the necessary precautions." Walter assured them.
"Yeah. Right. Well, if you need us we're just a 911 call away." Lance said as he and Hilton began to walk out.
"Detective Lance, a word?" Oliver said and his tone made it clear that it was not a suggestion.
"What do you want Queen?" Lance asked.
"If you have a problem with me, then I'm the one you be a dick with. Take it out on my family, specifically my sister again, I will personally make sure that the job in law enforcement you ever have is a crossing guard at an elementary school." Oliver said and Quentin could tell that he was not kidding.
"Trust me, I will. I lost my wife and my daughter because of you." Quentin growled.
"You got Laurel back, the only one you have to blame for what's happening between you 2 now is yourself, so now, if you please, get the hell out of my house before I throw you out." Oliver said.
"Quentin, let's go." Hilton said, practically dragging his partner out of the house.
"So, the connection between the murders is that they were all potential Unidac buyers?" Laurel asked.
"Yeah, whatever the reason is, someone wants to make sure they don't have any competition at the buy tomorrow. As much as I hate to say it, we may need more help to contain this." Oliver said.
"It would help if we knew who we were looking for. Your Bratva buddy call you yet?" Laurel said as his phone rang.
"That's him now." Oliver said before answering in Russian.
"So I checked out?" Oliver asked as he and Laurel approached Leonov.
"You did. His name is Floyd Lawton. I have address, where he stayed last time he was in Starling City. But that is all." Leonov said.
"Let's hope he's a creature of habit." Oliver said as he took the address from Leonov.
"Go. You'll leave us out of this, yes? Assuming Mr. Lawton doesn't kill you first." Leonov said.
"Yes, of course. And assuming that your intel is accurate and I don't die, I will hold up my end of the bargain as we agreed." Oliver said and Leonov nodded in agreement as Oliver and Laurel left.
