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Starling City
Afternoon
Oliver, with Sara holding onto him, was riding his motorcycle when his phone went off. Stopping at a stop light, Oliver pulled off his helmet and put a hand to his Bluetooth ear piece.
"Hello?" Oliver answered.
"Hi, mom said I was supposed to remind you and Sara that you're supposed to pick her up for lunch." Thea said on the other line.
"We were supposed to have lunch with her?" Oliver asked as he turned to Sara, whose eyes had widened in realization.
"She said she left you five messages. Just bite the bullet and have Cobb salad with the woman." Thea said irritably.
"You know Thea; sometimes it's difficult to remember which one of you is my mother," Oliver grumbled before hanging up and turning to Sara, "looks like unpacking will have to wait."
"It could be worse." Sara shrugged and Oliver chuckled before driving off.
They drove to the Queen Consolidated building and Oliver pulled up across the street from it. As Oliver put it in park, the couple spotted Moira across the street, talking to a dark haired man in a suit. As Oliver waved to get her attention, Sara noticed someone, dressed in all black with a helmet concealing their face, driving a Harley onto the sidewalk. When the rider reached inside their pocket, Sara realized what was about to happen with growing alarm.
"Get down!" She shouted but it was too late as the rider pulled out a pistol and opened fire.
Moira and the man in the suit turned and the man jolted as three bullets hit him right in the chest. The man fell, taking Moira down with him as the shooter drove off. Oliver and Sara sprinted to them in seconds as the people outside ran to find out what Happened. Oliver and Sara began helping Moira up as she tried to understand what had just happened.
"Mom, are you alright?" Oliver demanded worriedly.
"I'm alright." Moira assured him.
"Are you hurt?" Oliver asked.
"No, I'm-" Moira saw the dead man next to her and turned away in horror.
"Mrs. Queen, are you alright?" Sara asked more gently and Moira nodded.
"Stay with her," Oliver barked at Sara before rising from the ground and turning to a QC employee who had come to investigate the shooting, "call 911!"
With that he was off. Within seconds, Oliver was on the trail of the shooter. Seeing the shooter turn, he ran down an alley that ran parallel to the road the shooter was, which met with it at the end. As he ran, he grabbed a piece of Rebar from a dumpster that was on the way and, once he saw the Shooter, threw it. His aim struck true and the Shooter's back tire was damaged by the impact. However, Oliver had to step back as a truck flew by. When the truck was out of the way, the shooter was gone and Oliver swore in frustration.
Starling General Hospital
Night
"Ollie, is your mom alright?" Sara asked as Oliver met her in the waiting room, as Sara hadn't been allowed in Moira's room since she wasn't technically family.
"Yeah, she's fine. She's got a grade two concussion, but the doctor says she'll be fine," Oliver assured her as he looked over her shoulder, "but it looks like the police are here."
Sara tuned around and, sure enough, Oliver was right. Her father and detective Hilton were walking towards them. Sara hadn't seen her father since she had given him an ultimatum a week earlier. He had made his bed, now he had to sleep in it. But that was neither there or now.
"Detectives," Oliver greeted politely before getting down to business, "do you have any leads on the shooter?"
"Not yet. Did either of you get a good look at him?" Hilton inquired.
"No, he was wearing a helmet." Sara told him completely ignoring her father.
"Don't worry, we'll find him." Hilton promised them.
"My head of security is on his way. I want men stationed outside my mother's door, she needs to be protected." Oliver said at which Quentin cleared his throat.
"I'm not so sure about that Oliver," Quentin said and Oliver and Sara finally turned their attention to him, "the guy she was with was connected, mobbed up to the eyeballs connected. He was the target, not your mother."
"I see…thank you for your help Detectives." Oliver said with a tight smile before walking passed the two.
"Sara," Quentin stopped her when she moved to follow her boyfriend, "can we talk for a minute?"
"You made your bed dad, now sleep in it." Sara said coldly before pushing passed him and following Oliver.
The foundry
Later that night
Oliver and Sara were sparring with wooden staffs, Oliver a tad more aggressive than Sara. They exchanged a few blows with their staffs when Diggle walked into the room.
"Oliver, your mother was nearly killed. I think you can take a day off from training." Diggle admonished.
"My mother wasn't the target," Oliver said as he and Sara lowered their staffs and turned Diggle's attention to the computer monitor with a picture on it, "this man was."
"Paul Copani, he was trying to make a deal with Moira when he was shot at. Copani works for Bertinelli construction and Frank Bertinelli." Sara continued and finished.
"The mob boss?" Diggle inquired, having heard quite about the notorious king of Starling's underbelly.
"I did some digging; Copani isn't the first member of Bertinelli's crew whose been hit." Sara explained.
"Bertinelli has a lot of enemies; the best way to find out who's targeting Bertinelli's organization is to get inside it." Oliver said as he stood up.
"So let me get this right," Diggle began in disbelief, "your mother is shot at, nearly killed, and the way you process this emotionally is to go undercover with the mob?"
"I'm not processing anything emotionally." Oliver told him.
"Yeah? Well, maybe that's your problem. You ever thought about just being there for your family?" Diggle asked.
"I tried that today with Thea. She told me I wasn't being truth and she was right. I can't very well explain to her that I left our mother with Sara bleeding on the pavement because I'm fast enough to almost run down the attacker," Oliver ranted his voice giving away just how frustrated her was as he turned back to the computer, "but what I can do is protect my family. And Diggle, when I find out who this guy is, he's a dead man."
Oliver and Sara's loft
Later that night
Oliver was dressed in a suit and waiting for Sara in the living room. Checking his watch, Oliver was beginning to get impatient when his phone rang. Digging it out of his pocket, Oliver saw that Thea's name on the screen. Fearing something might have happened with Moira, Oliver answered almost immediately.
"Hey, is something wrong with mom?" Oliver asked concerned.
"Yeah, why aren't you here to watch her?" Thea demanded sounding irritated.
"Was I supposed to? Speedy, I'm sorry I can't. I have a meeting with a contractor about the club." Oliver lied though his remorse was genuine.
"This late at night?" Thea asked her irritation turning to anger.
"It was the only time he could pencil me in. I'm sorry." Oliver apologized only to hear the dial tone.
"Something happen?" Oliver heard Sara say behind him.
"Just Thea getting mad at me." Oliver told her as he turned around and promptly lost the ability to speak.
Sara was dressed in a black dress that ended just above her knees and did…things...for her cleavage with Black high heels. Her hair was curled so it came down in a cascade and she was wearing a golden heart necklace that Oliver had given her shortly after they had started dating. For a moment, all Oliver could do was stare at her before he regained his ability to speak as Sara smiled at him cheekily.
"You-You look beautiful." Oliver said as he stared at her as though she were a vision.
"You don't look too bad yourself. You ready to do this?" Sara asked as they both became more serious.
"Yeah." Oliver said as they walked out of their home.
Bertinelli residence
Later
Oliver rang the doorbell and, not five seconds later, the door opened. Oliver and Sara had to restrain their natural instinct to attack. Frank Bertinelli was a man in his early fifties who looked quite good for his age. He was a Caucasian man with dark brown hair that was just starting to grey and silver-blue eyes that held a coldness that Oliver and Sara were very familiar with. He put on his most charming smile which the couple matched as Oliver held out his hand politely for Bertinelli to shake.
"Mr. Bertinelli." Oliver said politely as they shook hands.
"Call me Frank." Frank said as he let them inside his house.
"Well then I insist you call us by our first names as well." Oliver said civilly.
"Fair enough. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me at my home." Frank said gratefully.
"My father used to say living rooms make the best conference rooms." Oliver remembered.
"Ooh, I'm gonna steal that," Frank said as the men shared a soft chuckle while Sara smiled seemingly amused before they made their way to the living room where a man in a suit was, "Oliver, Sara, this is Nick Salvati, my associate."
"How do you do?" Salvati said as he shook Oliver's hand before taking Sara's and kissing the back of it politely.
"Let's have a drink." Frank suggested as he led them into his study.
As she followed the three men, Sara spotted someone on the second level floor. It was a woman around her age with dark eyes and long dark hair that went half way down her back dressed in a dress that matched her hair. She and Sara exchanged a glance before she moved on out of Sara's view. Sara's instincts were screaming 'Danger!' at her with red flags as Sara joined the three men in the study.
"So, what's your poison Sara, Oliver?" Frank asked them as Salvati poured him some whisky.
"Just champagne for me." Oliver said politely.
"Same." Sara said as she and Oliver sat down on the love seat.
"So Oliver, let me be honest, I was surprised to hear from you," Frank said as he handed Oliver and Sara their drinks, "it was my impression from the local news that you weren't going to be involved with you family's business."
"Well apparently there were a few catchphrases we missed during the last five years. One of them being lame-stream media." Sara said and the four of them laughed.
"The press never gets anything right." Oliver said once the laughter had died down.
"I know a thing or two about that," Frank said and the couple took note as Salvati took a call and left the room, "so you two, I'll be blunt. I want the contract to Queen Consolidated's new applied silence division."
"And with our connections," Oliver said as he gestured to himself and Sara, "We can give it to you.
"Your mother wasn't quite so enthusiastic." Frank noted with a little distain, "how is she by the way?"
"She's recuperating at home, thank you." Oliver assured him.
"What a terrible thing that happened." Frank said with true sincerity.
"And Frank, we were sorry to hear about what happened to Paul Copani." Sara said and Frank looked down at his glass in sadness.
"Thank you Sara, he was a good friend. And a good man, despite what some might say," Frank said as he looked up and gave her an inquisitive look, "you know, I was even more surprised to hear from you than I was about Oliver. We don't get too many people down here that are connected with cops or lawyers."
"You'll find I don't share my father or sister's narrow-minded views on people." Sara said truthfully.
"Amen to that. But the violence in this city, sometimes I wonder why I stay." Frank shook his head.
"I've had the same thought." Oliver mentioned as Sara nodded.
"Then why come back? After the island, you two could have settled anywhere in the world." Frank pointed out.
"Starling City is our home." Sara said as if that answered everything.
A female voice spoke in a language that Oliver and Sara didn't recognize. Oliver and Sara looked over to see the woman from earlier walk into the room. Now that she saw her up close, Sara saw that the woman was something of an exotic beauty. She was as beautiful as Sara's instincts were sharp. And right now, Sara's instincts were going on red alert.
"No matter which way you turn, you always end up at home." The woman translated as Frank, Oliver, and Sara stood up.
"Oliver, Sara, this is my daughter Helena." Frank said as he gestured to the woman.
"Hi." Sara said cautiously.
"Hello. "Oliver said politely as he held his hand for her to shake.
"Nice to meet you," Helena shook Oliver's hand before turning to her father, "I'm heading out."
"Take one of the guys with you." Frank told her.
"I can take care of myself." Helena said irritated.
"I wasn't asking sweetie." Frank said in a voice that was slightly threatening as he grabbed her chin gently.
"Frank," Salvati walked back into the room, "that meeting you requested, they can do it. Now."
"We can come back another time." Oliver said seeing an opportunity to tail Frank.
"No no no, just…will you excuse us for a moment?" Frank said before he led Helena away.
Oliver and Sara exchanged a glance, not liking where this was headed. After a few moments, Frank and d Helena came back in. It was obvious from Helena's expression that she was displeased about whatever they had talked about.
"Oliver, Sara, I'm so sorry but something has come up. But Helena would love to take the two of you to dinner and discus the deal." Frank told them to their disappointment.
"We were hoping to speak with you." Oliver said letting his disappointment show.
"Well, as you speak for your family, my daughter speaks for mine." Frank said.
"It's really not necessary." Sara said not wanting to spend any time with her.
"It would be my pleasure." Helena said the obvious lie.
"Sure." Oliver finally relented.
"I look forward to our families doing business together." Frank smiled like an exited child on Christmas.
Restaurant
Not that long after
"I heard about your mother's accident. Is she okay?" Helena asked as she sat across from Oliver and Sara in a booth.
"She's gonna be fine, thanks for asking." Oliver said with a polite smile.
"I'm glad," Helena said with sincerity before looking at the menu, "so, why would the Queen Scion and the daughter of a cop want to do business with my father? You know who he is and how he made his money."
"You don't approve of your family's endeavors?" Sara noticed.
"We share a name and that's what defines us whether we want it to or not," Helena said as she flashed a bitter smile, "you two have already made judgements about me just as I've made judgements about you."
"I guess you have a point." Sara conceded.
"Can I ask you two something?" Helena inquired.
"Go ahead." Oliver encouraged as Sara stared imploringly.
"I know it was hell for you two there. But…but was there ever a day you two were just happy to be away from it all? No family expecting you to be this version of you they'd built up in their heads, no pressure to be who everyone expected you to be? Was there ever a day-"
"When we felt lost and felt free instead?" Sara asked in a soft voice and Helena nodded.
"More than one." Oliver admitted.
"People are always asking us what we miss the most. We give them the easy answers: air conditioning, Social media, showers, because they're the answers they expect." Sara explained.
"Why can't you just be truthful?" Helena asked curiously.
"We're not sure how truthful we can be." Sara admitted.
"You two have been through a crucible and it changed you. How could it not?" Helena asked rhetorically.
It was at this point that Sara noticed Helena wore a necklace. It was nothing special, simply a silver cross around a silver chain. It intrigued Sara for reasons she couldn't quite explain.
"That's a beautiful necklace." Sara complimented and Helena noticeably flinched.
"It's a gift…from my fiancée." Helena told them a sadness entering her eyes.
"I didn't know you were engaged. Congratulations." Oliver offered.
"I'm not anymore, he died." Helena told them obviously attempting to hold her emotions in check.
"I'm so sorry." Sara said attempting to keep her face blank as the pieces fell into place.
"Me to, that was my crucible." Helena said as she fingered her necklace.
Oliver's phone went off and he took it out and answered it while Sara and Helena exchanged a silent staring contest. Sara's heart hammered in her chest as she sat with the knowledge of what she now knew. Oliver hung up and the staring contest ended.
"Helena, I'm sorry but we have to go. It's something with my mother otherwise we would stay." Oliver said as he and Sara stood up.
"Well I my father kill you if I let you pay. Before you go, here's some advice: be careful with my father." Helena warned and they nodded before heading out the door.
"Ollie," Sara stalled him once they were on the side walk, "Helena's the shooter."
"What?" Oliver demanded stunned.
"I don't have proof other than my gut instinct, but when we first we first walked in I saw her on the stairs. Every instinct of mine screamed danger and now, I have a theory: I think Frank killed Helena's fiancée or at the least had him killed and she found out." Sara hypothesized.
"And now she's out for blood," Oliver saw where Sara was going, "your instincts have been right too many times to dismiss it. Either way, we need to call Diggle."
They made their way over to the alley behind the restaurant and Oliver took out his cell phone. While Oliver called Diggle, Sara waited, running through events. This whole thing was like a Shakespearian tragedy gone wrong. The mobster's daughter out for revenge because her father killed her lover, it was messed up on so many levels.
"Hey," Oliver broke her from her thought as he grabbed her by the shoulder, "Dig says something big is going down tonight. On the off chance your wrong about Helena, we need to be there."
"Where's there?" Sara asked as she followed him out of the alley.
"Where we had dinner." Oliver said with a wry grin.
Inside the restaurant, Salvati and his men were about to rough up Mr. Russo and his daughter when an arrow flew by and struck the fuse box behind them. Sparks went off as the power went out, plunging the restaurant into total darkness. The Hood and The Woman in Black appeared, gunning for the men holding Russo's daughter. The Woman in Black struck one across the face with her baton while The Hood grabbed the arm of another, twisted it, before punching him in the face and he dropped to the floor, groaning in pain.
"Go now!" The Hood shouted at Russo and his daughter and the pair didn't need to be told twice.
Salvati pulled out a gun and started firing, forcing the two vigilantes to duck for cover. The Shooter that had attacked Moira appeared through the open door, guns blazing and Salvati was hit in the leg before taking cover behind the counter. The Hood threw a knife and disarmed the shooter before his partner engaged her. After only a few seconds, it was obvious that the shooter was far more skilled with guns that in hand-to-hand combat. The Hood jumped from behind them and tackled the shooter. She threw him off, but he managed to remove their helmet.
Sara's instincts had been right, it was Helena. Helena kicked the woman in black in the stomach and she was knocked in to the table, tripping over it. His partner taking precedence over his prey, The Hood rushed over to her, allowing Helena the opportunity to escape. As Sara sat up, they looked over to see that Helena had fled.
"Looks like your instincts were right." Oliver told her softly.
The Foundry
Later
"Why would she target her family? Man I thought you two had family issues." Diggle cracked as Oliver and Sara glared at him.
"Not funny Diggle. As for why, Sara has a theory." Oliver said and Diggle turned to Sara with an inquisitive look.
"She mentioned that she had a fiancée who died, called her Crucible. I think her father is responsible for his death and she found out." Sara told him.
"So what, you guys think she's like you?" Diggle asked, seeing the sympathetic looks on their faces.
"No, she's not like us." Sara said firmly.
"Well, I wouldn't say not exactly like us," Oliver mentioned as his partners turned to him with disbelief, "she's like a dark reflection of us. She's what I think would happen to us if Sara or I ever lost one another. If nothing else, she's a cautionary tale."
"Well, in the meantime, we have work to do. Any attempt on the right hand is gonna send Frank Bertinelli on the warpath." Diggle pointed out.
Oliver and Sara's loft, the next day
Morning
"What are you doing here?" Sara sneered as she walked into her living room to see Oliver talking to her father.
"I know you two had dinner last night with Helena Bertinelli." Quentin said sounding angry.
"So now your stalking us?" Sara said angrily.
"No, I was reviewing the security tapes after The Hood and The Canary showed up." Quentin assured her.
"The Canary?" Oliver interjected.
"The Woman in Black. She's got some sonic device that shatters windows, the boys at the department have started calling her The Canary," Quentin explained before going on, "The Bertinelli's are bad news on a good day, and you know this Sara. Why would you ever associate yourself with that family?"
"Who I choose to spend my time with is no longer your concern dad." Sara said coldly.
"That's it, you've just chosen to cut me out like that?" Quentin asked deeply hurt.
"You made that choice for me when you chose to pursue The Vigilantes instead of mending your relationship with me." Sara told him stonily.
"What would you have me do, just let them get away with it?" Quentin demanded in disbelief.
"Seems to me that the laws they break are rather miniscule compared to the good they do." Sara mentioned idly.
"You don't need to go outside the law to find justice." Quentin told her at which Sara scoffed.
"I didn't believe that before the island and I know it's not true now. While I was gone, I saw things dad, evil things. I looked into the eyes of men with no soul who used their own power to benefit themselves at the expense of others. To believe that the law is the answer to everything is naïve dad. On the way back to the station, take a look around town and really look at what's happening around the city." Sara told him as she walked over and opened the door for him, her intention clear.
Looking sad, Quentin walked outside and Sara closed the door behind him. Once Quentin's footsteps faded, Sara ran a hand through her hair as she started to cry. Oliver walked over and took her in his arms as she broke down.
Church cemetery
Night
Oliver and Sara approached Helena slowly, wanting to handle this delicately. She was kneeling in front of a headstone with the name 'Michael Staton' on it. Once they had reached a distance that they felt was acceptable, they stopped.
"Helena." Oliver called carefully.
"How'd you find me here?" Helena asked them not turning around.
"We followed you from your house." Sara told her stiffly as she looked at the headstone, "this the dead fiancée?"
"Yeah." Helena said softly obviously attempting not to cry before standing and turning around to face them.
"You said losing him was your crucible, that it changed you. But you never said how." Oliver pointed out.
"When you love someone, as much as I loved him, with all of your heart, then you can't just turn that emotion off when they're taken from you. You still feel things as deeply. And if it-if it can't be love that you feel…then it becomes hate." Helena told him.
"I get it, we get it. If anyone on this earth gets that, we do." Oliver said as the events that followed his daughter's death flashed through his mind.
"But the question still remains: hate for who?" Sara demanded.
"Oliver, Sara," Helena began as she walked closer to them, "you should really stay away from me."
She then walked away, trying to leave the conversation. But Oliver and Sara weren't that easily dissuaded. They pair followed her just as a black van pulled out in front of them and the doors opened to reveal Salvati and two gangsters pointing guns at them.
"Get in." Salvati said obviously not leaving them much choice.
Warehouse
Later that night
Helena, Oliver, and Sara were all forced into chairs, their hands bound by plastic zip-locks. Oliver and Sara were working on getting out of them, but it was going slowly.
"My father will kill you for this." Helena dared to say to Salvati only for him to back hand her, knocking her chair over.
As she hit the ground with a thud, Oliver and Sara wanted nothing more than too strangle Salvati. But their hands were still a work in progress.
"I've been wanting to do that for years, you spoiled bitch," Salvati said as one of the lackeys helped put Helena's chair back up, "I knew it was someone from the inside waging war on your father and me. I just never thought it was this inside."
Salvati then took something out of his pocket and dangled in front of them. It was Helena's cross necklace. Well, now they knew why they had brought them here.
"You left this at Russo's." Salvati told Helena.
Oliver and Sara expected Helena to be scared or at the very least in shock. However, what she did shocked them: She smirked at Salvati, like she was still one step ahead of them. She either knew something they didn't, or she was insanely stupid.
"You're smarter that I gave you credit for Nicky." Helena said sarcastically.
"You're not." Salvati said as he moved to hit her again.
"Hey!" Oliver shouted and Salvati looked over at him, "you're a business man, I'm a business man, I can offer you a lot of money if you let us go."
"This isn't about money Richie Rich, this about loyalty." Salvati sneered as he turned back to glare at Helena.
"Let them go, they have nothing to do with any of this." Helena ordered.
"Then what the hell is it about?!" Salvati demanded.
"My father had Michael murdered." Helena sneered confirming Sara's theory.
"Of course he did, he didn't want you to know the truth: your rat of a fiancée was gathering evidence," Salvati sneered as he yanked her hair, "he was talking to the FBI the love of your life was going to destroy your father."
"You're wrong." Helena said defiantly.
"There was a laptop in Michael's bag Helena. Everything that could send your father and I to prison for the rest of our lives. That laptop-"
"Was mine!" Helena declared and Salvati was stunned into silence, "Michael wasn't the one talking to the FBI, I was!"
"You?" Salvati asked in anger.
"My father is a monster. He doesn't care who he hurts to keep his money and power and I wanted it to stop." Helena spat.
"Well then it's your fault that Michaels dead. Not your father's for ordering the it or me for carrying it out, yours." Salvati said as he pointed at her and she sat back in her chair as the room slumped into a stunned silence.
"You shot Michael." Helena said her voice small, filled with sadness and rage as he leaned down to her level and soothed her back on both sides.
"In the chest, so he knew it was me," as he stood back and pulled out his gun, "Just. Like. This."
At that moment, Oliver broke free of his restraints and tackled Salvati away from Helena, Salvati losing his gun in the process. A mere second later, Sara and Helena broke free as well as the lackeys moved to intercept. As one picked up Salvati's gun, Sara threw the other in the way of the bullets as Helena engaged Salvati. Oliver traded a few blows with the other goon, knocking the gun from his hands before putting in the sleeper hold and snapping his neck. As he lowered him to the floor, Oliver and Sara watched in shock and slight horror as Helena held Salvati against a forklift, squeezing her throat.
"You're gonna rot in Hell for what you've done." Salvati sneered.
"It'll be worth it." Helena sneered back before snapping his neck and throwing him to the ground.
"Helena." Oliver said, too shocked to say anything else with Sara in a similar state.
"I didn't have a choice Oliver; no one can know my secret." Helena said, unknowingly echoing Oliver.
Oliver and Sara's loft, next day
Morning
"So Walter's home? That's great Thea." Oliver said happily on the phone with his sister as he sat on the couch.
"Yeah, look I'm sorry if I was a bitch to you last night." Thea said apologetically.
"Could you be more specific?" Oliver said teasingly.
"Don't push it. Look, I'm just worried about you. You've been distant with just about everyone except Sara and I get it, I do, but you can't just shut everyone else." Thea told him.
"I know and you're right. But I'm not ready to talk about what happened to me yet, so I'll try and me more open if you'll promise to be more patient." Oliver said calmly.
"Deal." Thea said before hanging up.
"So everything's good with the Queen family?" Sara asked as she walked into the room.
"Not good, but better." Oliver said as he hung up.
"So…what are we going to do about Helena?" Sara asked him.
"I think you know." Oliver said ominously.
Bertinelli residence, Helena's room
Night
Helena walked out of her bathroom in a bathrobe but stopped. The Hood and The Canary stood in her room, The Hood holding his bow at his side. Helena crossed her arms, not at all intimidated.
"Well well, I'm honored the Starling City Vigilantes have graced me with their presence. So what do you prefer? The Hood and The Canary or Oliver and Sara?" Helena demanded and, after a stunned silence, Oliver removed his hood as Sara removed her mask.
"how'd you know?" Oliver demanded.
"I saw you fight and I saw your eyes. The island changed the two of you in ways that only someone like me could understand." Helena told them.
"no, we're not the same," Sara said as she crossed her arms, "you may think what you're doing is justice, but it's revenge. They aren't the same thing."
"Sometimes they are." Helena disagreed.
"no, they're not. Justice is setting things right, revenge is an eye for an eye. You haven't cared who's gotten caught in the crossfire, you've endangered innocent people, my mother included." Oliver told her angrily.
"I'm sorry, your mother wasn't supposed to get hurt." Helena said remorsefully.
"you're missing the point: She shouldn't have gotten hurt because you shouldn't be doing this. If you keep going, you're going to start a war between the triad and the mob. Blood will spill in the street, men, women, and children and it will all be on you." Oliver snarled.
"we know what it's like to lose someone you love with tour entire being, so we'll spare you." Sara said.
"This is your only chance to stop. The next time we have this conversation, it will be you trying to convince me not to put an arrow in your chest. Do we understand each other." Oliver asked threateningly.
"Perfectly." Helena said blankly.
The vigilantes nodded before Oliver put up his hood and Sara put on her mask and they left through the window.
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