Had to make this quick, have to go to work. I'll read over it when I get back from work.

:3

So part two will be out soon.

Quentin Lance sighed as he saw the body lying next to the dumpster, on top of a pile of rubbish bags. Male, early twenties, short light brown hair, of American descent as far as Lance could tell, with thick lines of blood running from his eyes. "Same as before."

"Seems like it." The officer beside Lance said. "No damage to the eyes or head as far as we can tell and a puncher mark in the neck."

"And when we get him to the coroner, he'll tell us that he died of cardiac arrest and there was a mystery drug in his system that has no link to his death or anything but it's still there." Quentin shook his head. "The hell is going on?" he mumbled.

"What do you think the drug does?" the officer asked.

"No idea." Lance sighed heavily. "It not like anything we've seen or can even find out about. It does not seem to knock a person out or kill, it just is what it is." Lance looked away from the body, "Either way someone is killing these people. The victims are all of different race, religion, economic class, sexual orientation and genders. There is no link of what kills them, the drug or the victims themselves." he looked out to the starless night sky. "What's the reason?" he asked himself but found not even the slightest hint of an answer.

"Lost something?" Oliver asked from behind his magazine as a rather irritated John Diggle walked into the living room. Ollie instinctively rested a hand on his large belly, now swollen with child for the past eight months.

"Your other half jumped out of the car while it was moving." Diggle shook his head, "In my experience people tend not to run away from their bodyguard."

"If I wasn't so pregnant I'd be going the same thing." Oliver said, typing a text, phone hidden inside the magazine while looking at Diggle, a neat trick he had leant from an old enemy turned friend. "He's not used to being watched all the time and neither am I."

"Jumping out a moving car without a person even noticing." Diggle pondered, crossing his arms. "Interesting thing to lean in the military."

Oliver smirked, wanting to say 'nice try' but instead shrugged. "What would I know? I've been on an Island for five years."

Diggle hummed in a sarcastic agreement.

"If you must know. Slade is meeting an old friend who is coming to Starling." Oliver said.

"I could have just gone with him." Diggle said.

"It's better that you didn't." Oliver said, glancing down at Slade's reply and holding back the smile.

"You have a whole other life going on, don't you?"

"It keeps things interesting." Oliver said simply. "He won't be back for the rest of the day but I need to go out if you'd like to go with me?"

"Meeting more old friends?"

Oliver laughed, "Your getting the hang of it Dig."

Slade stood with his hands in his coat pockets, looking up at the private plane. The door opened and he smiled at the man who walked from it. "It's good to see you again Knyazev."

"Slade Wilson." Anatoli said, his voice thick with his Russian accent. He stepped down the plane, accepting Slade's hand when it was offered. "How is Oliver?"

"Happy."

Anatoli smiled and wrapped a arm around Slade's shoulders, pulling the man in for a hug. "That's good." He laughed and pulled away. "After the life he's lived, he deserves a family."

Slade nodded. He stepped over to the plane and grabbed the suit cases that the staff had placed while they had been talking.

"Mirakuru. A marvellous thing." Anatoli started to walk to the car.

"It has it's drawbacks." Slade said, stepping over to the boot.

"Yes. I remember Wade." Anatoli said, "Speaking of which. The baby..."

"No idea if she has it." Slade said, opening the boot and placing the cases inside. "The only way to test her would be to take her blood and doing so while Oliver is pregnant could cause him to abort."

Anatoli nodded. "Regardless, no one knows of it's existence." he said, "And with the family she has, no one stands a chance." he smiled.

Slade nodded and slammed the boot. He was not surprised when he saw the crack appear on the back window.

"My sister in-law's dinar?" Diggle said as they stepped inside. "Why here?"

"It's familiar." He said, taking a seat at a box, Diggle following and sitting opposite him.

Shado stepped over to the table, notepad in hand. "Good morning gentlemen."

Oliver smiled at her, wanting so badly to laugh and by the twitch in her eyebrow, she could tell. "Are you new?"

"Yes." She nodded. She was wearing the uniform and her long dark hair was put back in a plait. "Just started this week."

"Ah." Oliver nodded. "Two teas, one with milk and one without."

Shado nodded, writing the order down before turning to Diggle. "What would you like sir?"

"Coffee please."

Shado smiled. "Your orders will be out soon." she said, walking away.

Walter looked over to the highlighted photo copied documents as he walked along his office, notes along the side of the Chinese writing to translate what it said. "You are a lifesaver Miser Yao."

"Why thank you sir." Yao Fei said, eyes on the secretary camera. It had switched off before his arrival, so it was stuck on the image of Walter reading his computer screen. Fei plugged the clip into the hard drive from behind his back.

Walter flipped through the pages, smiling when he saw the translated Russian documents as wells. "Russian too. You are a very important asset to this company Yao."

"Again, thank you sir." At the vibration in his pocket, he reached over a took the chip. "Is that all sir?"

"For now yes." Walter glanced up to the Chinese man, "Thank you."

Yao Fei nodded, taking his leave.

Once out of the office Yao Fei sent a text of confirmation to Oliver as he walked away. Knowing that once Walter was back to his desk and was looking at his screen, the camera would be put back on.

Oliver took his phone from his pocket and looked at the message. Shado saw this and quickly placed the items on the tray, taking the orders over.

"That was just a friend." Oliver said, holding up his phone. Typing back a reply he spoke, "Picking up some shopping."

Shado smiled, placing down their orders, before walking away.

"Being pregnant has really made my life domestic." Oliver said.

Lance looked down at the body on the cold autopsy table. "Same drug and cause of death?" he asked the coroner.

The coroner nodded. "Exact same. I have no explanation for you Sargent."

"This just doesn't make any sense." Quentin shook his head. "They have nothing in common."

"The drug could be being tested on these people."

Lance nodded. "The question is; is death the result they wanted?"

As the door chimed Oliver looked up and smiled. He lifted a hand in a wave, before shifting around the table so the man could sit.

"Sorry I was late."

"You call this late?" Oliver asked, "You really are anal."

"John Diggle." Diggle offered his hand to the man.

He took it. "Edward Fyers." he said, placing his laptop on the table. "Hope you don't mind. Didn't want to leave it in the car."

Diggle moved to get up with his coffee. "I take it you two have some things to discus."

Oliver nodded. "You're learning Dig."

Diggle smirked and left the table, moving to the counter to talk with Carly.

"Cameras back on?" Oliver asked.

"Why do you think I was late." Fyers placed his hand on his cup. "Lukewarm but okay." he said. Taking a sip of the tea, he grimaced and placed the cup back down. "Never mind."

"Shado made it." Oliver said, motioning his head to the women who at this moment was taking orders from a table.

"She never did like me."

"You imprisoned us on an Island and kidnapped her father." Oliver pointed out.

"Are you still sore about that?"

Oliver laughed, "Just a bit. I only started to like you after our time on Ivo's boat with Anatoli." It had been difficult being on that boat, thinking that Slade, Yao Fei and Shado were dead, possibly even seeing Slade burn to death. It was just him and Fyers talking each other -along with Anatoli- through removing the bullets and patching up their bodies.

Looking back Oliver never though he could have trusted Fyers. With his men dead, they kept Fyers alive, the plan being to hand him to ASIS but after months of living with him the group got used to the man. He was restored in their eyes when he injected Slade with the mirakuru when Oliver couldn't and stood in front of Oliver when Ivo held out his gun, had Slade not got there in time the man would have died. When they got out of there, faced ASIS, no one said anything about Fyers' past. He had been on the boat. That was that.