A/N: This is the last chapter I have written...I'll wait until the new episode to write another. Trying to stick with the series but adding my own things to the episodes. Anyone have any ideas, let me know! Thanks! Also, a huge shout out to 8belles for giving me some great advice! I appreaciate it!

From then on, every waking moment that Oliver had to himself he spent with that radio. He would have spent even more time working except that Slade insisted training together for at least part of every day. The radio kept Oliver's mind off being trapped on an island with a bunch of maniacs that wanted to kill him and he really thought he could get it to work.

Slade, on the other hand, was getting more and more impatient with the kid. Even when they were training, he could see Oliver's mind wasn't really in it. He honestly thought the radio was a lost cause but he decided to keep playing along because Oliver had been right when he said they had nothing to lose by trying to fix it. It would be almost three months before the next plane landed and even then it would be much harder to take it.

Finally, they ran out of food from the last hunting trip so Slade woke up, grabbed some supplies, and set out with a variety of weapons to find something edible to bring back. When he arrived back at the plane carrying the large wild hog he had killed, he wasn't surprised to see Oliver back at the radio. Trying to get some sort of acknowledgment, he quipped, "I hope you like barbeque."

Oliver didn't even seem to hear him, as focused as he was on the wires of the radio.

Slade rolled his eyes and remarked sarcastically, "Well, don't fall all over yourself thanking me for spending six hours up a tree so you can eat." He vaguely realized that they were beginning to sound like an old married couple but decided not to dwell on that.

Oliver finally looked over, "What? Great, I'll eat later."

Slade watched as he turned back to the radio, continuing to do something with the wires. "You've been at that for days," he said with annoyance, "Give it a rest."

Not looking up, Oliver replied, "That's because I can do this."

Slade, still carrying the hog, turned towards the table he had set up for butchering animals and said, "Sure kid, when pigs fly." Those words were barely out of his mouth when the radio crackled to life and voices came through. Slade stopped, "You've gotta be kidding me." Dropping the hog, he turned and ran over to where Oliver was still sitting in front of the radio. He grabbed the mic, asking Oliver, "Can you clean this up?"

Oliver was grinning as he responded, "I-I dunno. I don't know how I got this far."

Slade pressed the talk button on the mic and said, "Mayday, mayday, mayday. This is Wedgetail three two five. Pilot and passenger down." He released the button but people were talking on the other end as if they didn't hear him. He frowned slightly but repeated his message, with the same response. He slammed the mic back onto the table and walked away, turning around once to say, "They can't hear us and we can't call out. We're still trapped."

Oliver frowned at the radio, not entirely sure where to go from there and thinking that Slade may have been right about this being a waste of time.

Oliver was ready to give up on the whole situation and beat the radio back into nonworking condition, nothing he did was working. He had managed to make the audio a lot clearer but still couldn't get the mic to work.

Slade had been taking care of their food supply, but when he came back inside he decided to give the radio a try himself. He had an idea but wasn't entirely sure it would work. Leaving Oliver sitting to the side, he sat down in front of the radio and began turning the dials, looking for a specific frequency.

"If they can't hear us, then what's the point?" Oliver asked him. As far as Oliver was concerned, it was torture having to listen to these people without having a single way to contact them.

Slade replied, "Wait. You still might have done us some good." Just then, Fyers' voice came through the radio and both men stilled. Slade held up a hand and motioned Oliver to come over to the radio.

Oliver stood next to Slade, trying to hear what Fyers was talking about. Oliver waited for Fyers to end the conversation before asking, "Who was Fyers talking to?"

Slade shook his head, "I don't know. Sounds like someone off this island, maybe his benefactor. More importantly, who or what is Scylla." He was referring to the name Fyers had used in his conversation.

Oliver was once again surprised to realize he knew the answer to that, at least partially, "Scylla and Charybdis. It's the Odyssey from one of the four nightmare chapters...Scylla was a monster."

Slade slid his machetes into the sheaths on his back before turning around with a smirk, "I want to meet this monster." He walked to the door but stopped before he went out, not looking at Oliver he asked with a sigh, "Am I going alone?" It had been well established that him and Oliver were friends but ever since he went back to the camp to find Oliver, Slade thought of the kid not just as his friend but as his new partner. He simply wanted to know if Oliver wanted that responsibility.

Oliver considered him for only a moment, knowing exactly what Slade was asking him, before grabbing his knife and following Slade to the door. They'd already been through so much together that Oliver knew he was going to follow wherever Slade Wilson led, no matter what came their way. Oliver thought the same way as Slade, they became partners when both had risked their lives to save the other, Slade when he went back to the camp for Oliver and Oliver when he went to get the herbs to save Slade's life.

Slade grinned at him and they both set off towards the jungle. The duo sprinted through the vines and brush until they came to the top of the ridge overlooking Fyers' main camp. They hid behind some logs and Slade pulled out his binoculars. "Damn," he whispered.

Oliver was on guard, "What, what is it?" Looking over the logs he saw some sort of huge weapon parked below.

Slade replied, "You were right, Scylla is a monster." He handed the binoculars over to Oliver he explained, "A Russian-made S-300 antiaircraft missile launcher. It can sometimes track up to a hundred targets whilst engaging at least a dozen." They both stared at the massive weapon for a moment before Slade continued, "I mean, from here that could shoot down a commercial airliner. Or start a war."

Oliver looked over at Slade and, seeing the seriousness on his partner's face, he had a feeling he knew what their next mission would be.