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Oliver's POV

After checking the door and finding it secured he did a complete check over the suite. His memories might not fully be back yet but instincts were still there. Instinct that he would not ignore.

This man said that he knew him but so far everyone who said that wanted something from him. Whether it was to regain a bond that was there but muted. Or it was to find out how he ended up in the waters off of France. No one truly wanted to help him regain who he was.

If Oliver was honest with himself it scared him. They said that they were going to help him. It didn't seem that way, however. Until he knew for sure who could be trusted he would keep everyone at a distance.

The man who dragged him here was watching him from one of the chairs. In his hand was a glass full of what appeared to be whiskey. On the table was a similar glass with slightly less of the whiskey.

The man called out, "Oliver there are no weapons over there. Come have a drink with me."

Oliver glared at the man in response. As if he would do something so insane with this alpha. This man was able to stop him without alcohol in his system. With it, Oliver wouldn't be able to put up a real fight.

The alpha sighed, "You don't trust me. It's understandable given your memory loss. Though it does make me wonder how you became apart of the League. Ra's isn't one to let his men go without a good reason."

Oliver stiffened and glared at the man. He was not answering that. He might be an omega but that didnt mean he was weak.

There was a brush against his mind from the bond. This caused him to physically start. He still wasnt used to it be there or active as it was.

At his unease, there was a brush of comfort. He knew it could only be Ra's. Knowing didnt make it any easier to accept. Until he knew for himself who he was he wasn't returning with anyone.

Oliver glanced at the alpha who had him trapped in the room. Even if he had to fight his way out.

The alpha sighed, "Oliver you don't remember because of your memory loss but you grew up as my son's best friend. I am a close family friend of the Queen family."

Oliver simply glared at the other. For all, he knew the alpha was lying. He trusted one set of people and that almost l landed him sedated and on a flight to who knew where.

Oliver queried uncertainly as he moved around the room again, "Who are you? You haven't exactly introduced yourself."

The alpha replied with a gentle look, "Malcolm Merlyn in the outside world. To the League, however, I am known as Al Saher."

Oliver's head exploded with pain as a memory pushed it's way forward.

Flashback

Al Owal circled around Oliver who wore League gear. A bow was in his hand pressed against his right leg. He was waiting for instructions from the older man.

Across the room was a target it was imbued with his arrows. Several arrows had been split down the middle. It took precision shooting and strength to split an arrow.

Behind the masked Oliver, the doors to the training opened. The scent of a scorched desert just after sunset filled the room. It could only belong to the Demon's Head.

The alpha stated in a cold tone, "He is just as skilled as Al Saher. Have you tried speed trials with him yet?"

Al Owal replied equally as cold, "That is the speed runs. He took to it like a fish to water."

Ra's retrieved the arrows checking each one he pulled free. Oliver stood carefully at attention watching each movement. It wasnt unheard of for the Demon's Head to suddenly attack an initiate. A test to see if they were understanding their training. So far he had not been unfortunate enough to be caught off guard. Those that were, were given extra training on top of the ones they already did.

Ra's turned to face him and ordered, "Again."

With his right hand, Oliver reached into his quiver and drew three arrows. At a nod from Ra's, he nocked them onto the right side of his bow and fired one after another. Each hit the targets exactly where he wanted them to.

"Again."

Oliver continued going not even acknowledging the order to continue. Neither did he notice when the orders stopped coming. It wasn't until his quiver was empty did he stop.

"He's a better archer than Al Saher was. Keep him going through his paces. Test the limits of his abilities."

Al Owal intoned, "Yes, my liege."

End of flashback

Oliver turned and said barely keeping his hand from rising to press against his temple, "Al Saher. The Magician of the League. You were one of the best archers in the League."

Merlyn hummed in acknowledgment. His eyes were an ice blue color that seemed to see his every movement. They were definitely the eyes of an archer.

A person could lie about it and try to fake the mannerisms. However, when it came down to it a fellow archer would always be able to spot the truth within the lies.

Something in him told him that despite everything he should hear the man out. Given that the entire time he searched the room twice he had not found a way out it would be his best chance.

As he moved towards the middle of the room where Merlyn sat he felt a prickle on the back of his neck. They were being watched by unfriendly eyes. Oliver was weaponless since he left the castle.

Merlyn noticed his sudden stiffness and slowly stood. Two sets of eyes searched the room for dangers. It came from the elevator that had been locked. By way of explosion.

Oliver was thrown into the air before he landed painfully on his back. Even with the carpet, his head hit the floor with a crack. It made him see stars.

For a moment he was stunned before instincts kicked in. The next moment he was on his feet. Swift movement made his head spin but it only lasted for half a second.

What he saw surprised him. Three men in all black fighting against Merlyn. While they were skilled it seemed Merlyn was keeping them at bay with ease. The fighter in the man was showing through.

A shiver ran down his spine at the sight. Merlyn had gone easy on him when subduing him.