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Adam Hunt drank alone in his apartment, newspapers articles scattered around while speaking to his associate on his cellphone, drinking scotch until he saw a shadow of a man wearing a hood covering him as he turned around. "What?" Hunt scoffed as he stretched his arms. "You've come for another pound of flesh? You're going to be disappointed, pal, thanks to you I'm…" His eyes suddenly widened while he fell dead on the floor, his chest full of arrows as the Dark Archer walked away.

The Foundry

"How's looking for who hired Kovar, doing?" Oliver asked as Natasha was holding in her hands the sketch of the archer she had seen in Unidac Industries.

"I've seen that outfit before but I can't place it." Natasha said.

"Do you think he's working with whoever helped Kovar?" Oliver asked.

"It's unlikely that it's a coincidence." Natasha pointed out. "Although, I wonder where is he from. He's trained and skilled, that much I can tell. Maybe as good as the Winter Solider."

Diggle put on his jacket, about to go out. "Gonna take my nephew over to the mall, so he can let Santa know what he wants for Christmas."

Oliver looked taken aback as he remembered. "Christmas. I didn't even realize."

"That was because you've been focused on the List." Diggle pointed out.

Oliver gave him an unamused look. "I mean, there were no holidays on the island. Every day was "How do I stay alive?" To do that, you had to forget things, like Christmas. My dad threw a party every year and he would put a Christmas tree in every room. The whole mansion smelled like…" He took a breath, lost in thoughts. "It smelled like Christmas."

"Maybe you should focus on your family for now." Natasha pointed out. "The least you deserve is to spend some time with those you care about."

"What about you? Do you have someone…"

Natasha sighed. "Kind of, yeah but… they can survive the Christmas without me."

Later, Queen Manor

Oliver entered the manor as he saw Thea walk out and kissed her on her cheek. "Hey. You look very pretty. What's the occasion?"

"Mom and Walter are having a dinner party with some big muckety-mucks. Best day of my life." Thea said sarcastically.

"Thea, why aren't there any decorations up in the house?" Oliver asked, catching her off-guard.

"What do you mean?" Thea asked.

"No wreaths, no trees." Oliver explained.

"Everyone has just been really busy lately. I'm sure they haven't gotten around to it yet." Thea dodged.

"Does Mom at least have some of those boxes of candy canes? Remember we used to race to see who'd finish first?" Oliver asked as they both smiled.

"Yeah, I always won." Thea replied.

"No. You cheated." Oliver corrected.

"Well, she went sugar-free last year, so I doubt you'll be seeing any of those around." Thea said before walking off as she sighed.

Oliver sighed before entering the dining room, where Moira and Walter were talking with Malcolm Merlyn and police commissioner Brian Nudocerdo, among other guests.

"The thing that people forget is that Robin Hood was a criminal." Commissioner Nudocerdo said as Oliver sat down.

"And stealing from rich to give to the poor is really the job of the Democrats." Another guest pointed out jokingly.

"All joking aside, Commissioner, crime is down for the first time in five years." Malcolm said.

"That's because of the changes my department has implemented." Nudocerdo pointed out.

"Or perhaps it's because the vigilante's activities have had a chilling effect on the city's criminals." Walter said as some of the guests murmured in agreement before turning to Oliver. "What are your thoughts, Oliver?"

"I think the vigilante needs a better codename than "The Hood" or "The Hood guy"." Oliver said as everyone laughed.

"I agree. How about "Green Arrow"?" Malcolm suggested.

"Lame." Oliver protested.

Walter's phone went off as he went aside. "Excuse me."

Later, the Lair

"Who would want to kill Adam Hunt with an arrow? I mean, other than you." Diggle said as Natasha was lost in thoughts.

"You know something, Nat?" Oliver asked.

"I'm not sure. When I went investigate Unidac Industries, there was an archer in black there giving orders to them." Natasha said. "I'm not sure who he is, though. He erased all traces before I could find anything. But I got this."

She showed Oliver a sketch of the archer in black.

"Never seen this before." Oliver said.

"Me either but other people might have. I've been asking around my contacts if there's an archer donning this outfit." Natasha said.

"Any luck?" Oliver asked.

"Well, they might have seen that outfit before but I don't have anything solid yet." Natasha said. "Whoever he is, he's a professional archer."

"So someone, who would be particular about his choice of arrows." Diggle said as Oliver and Natasha caught up onto his thoughts.

"We get an arrow…"

"…we can find where he got them."

SCPD

"Quentin Lance?" The officer asked, approaching Quentin's desk with an envelope and a clipboard. "Sign here, please." Quentin did so and handed the board back as the officer gave him the envelope.

"Thanks." Quentin sat back down, opening the envelope to find a cellphone inside as it rang, with a blocked number calling and Quentin answered. "Lance."

"I didn't kill Adam Hunt." The distorted voice said as Quentin's blood suddenly boiled.

"You…"

"You call me 'The Hood'. That's not a good nickname. You told Commissioner Nudocerdo that you might be dealing with a copycat, another archer, which makes me your best bet to take him down. But I need your help. I need one of the arrows from his murder."

"Yeah, we're pretty good at pulling down leads off evidence. Thanks."

"Not like I do. I can do things police can, go places they won't."

"Like I said, I don't even know who…"

"If this archer doesn't stop with Adam Hunt, we both have a problem. Think about it, then call me. Number's programmed in."

Quentin hung up, staring at the phone in consideration.

Later, the Lair

"Teflon coated titanium blade serrated to split the bone, shaft is some sort of specialized polymer, which is stronger than a typical carbon fiber. This… this is a custom job." Oliver said as he was examining the arrow under the magnifier.

"So Lance gave in after the other archer dropped another body." Diggle said.

"Nelson Ravich." Oliver nodded.

"Didn't you go after him last week?" Natasha asked as Oliver nodded again.

"Is this guy trying to frame you or call you out?" Diggle asked.

"Either way, I need to find him." Oliver decided.

"We need to find him. Can I take a look at this?" Natasha reached for the arrow as Oliver let her examine it. "There's a stamp on it. It's patented. Look."

Oliver took a look as Natasha pointed at the stamp. "You're right." He reached for the computer. "The company that made the arrow is called Sagittarius. It's Latin for 'archer'. And it was a part of a bundle shipment sent to a warehouse in the Glades."

"That was easy." Diggle said.

"Too easy." Natasha nodded. "Look, Oliver, it feels like this guy wanted you to find him. I don't like it, he might be leading you into a trap."

"If he is, I'll be ready." Oliver said.

Later, Starling City

The Hood sneaked into the building where he tracked down the arrows. While going into the abandoned room, he saw a black arrow on the floor, when the door behind him suddenly closed, making him realize this was a trap when he heard sounds of circuit shorting out and of something liquid streaming when he turned around and saw a device with tubes attached to it, filling with some kind of liquid while over the machine were sparks going on and off. Wasting no time, he rushed to the door and fired an explosive arrow, blasting his way out right before the machine exploded, turning the building into ruins.

Queen Manor

Oliver approached Tommy and Laurel, hugging them both.

"Merry Christmas, man."

"Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas."

"Hi." The trio stared at each other awkwardly and quietly before Tommy spoke up.

"So, how long do you guys think it'll be till this isn't so weird? You know, the three of us."

"It's not weird at all." Oliver said calmly as they all laughed, breaking the tension.

The Foundry

Natasha was researching the database of S.H.I.E.L.D. as she was looking into the archer before she turned to the TV, seeing the news.

On the TV was a woman, clearly terrified, her face stained from makeup wettened by her tears, behind her hostages.

"Happy holidays, Starling City." She read from a paper, apparently forced by her kidnapper. "For the past three months, this city has been laid siege by a vigilante. But the police have been unable to bring him to justice because they lack the will to do what justice demands. I will kill one hostage every hour in the name of this vigilante until he surrenders himself to my authority."

"Oh, no…" Natasha paled, realizing Oliver was about to get himself in over his head.

The Hood ziplined into the building, jumping down from upper window, pulling out a fletchette and freeing the hostages.

"Where is he?"

"I don't know." One of the hostages cried out, frightened.

"It's gonna be OK, follow me." The Hood ordered as he accompanied the hostages to a stairwell. "Get up on the roof."

"What about…"

"I'll handle him. Move!" The Hood insisted. He walked back down the hall before turning around, facing the mysterious archer.

"Thank you for coming." The Dark Archer said. "After that warehouse, I knew I had to do something more dramatic to get your attention."

"What do you want from me?" The Hood demanded.

"What any archer wants. To see who's better."

They both started a shooting contest, firing at each other and dodging before the Hood made a run to the corridor leading back to the room with the hostages as the Dark Archer followed him, notching an arrow and seeing on the reflection of the shard of a mirror the Hood on a rafter as he spun around, firing and causing for the Hood to drop his bow as he jumped at a hanging light but another arrow hit him in his leg, causing for him to fall as he narrowly dodged another arrow and grabbed his bow from the floor, firing at the Dark Archer, who dodged and hid in the shadows. The Hood scoured the room, only for the Dark Archer to ambush him from the shadows, shooting two arrows at his back and kicking him forward as a wooden wall collapsed and the Hood screamed out in pain. The Dark Archer kicked him again through another wooden wall as the Hood fell on the ground and the Dark Archer twisted his hand, punched him in his face and kicked him relentlessly. "First Hunt, then Ravich and now you! I know about the List and the man who authored it wants you dead!" He kicked the Hood again as he was about to kneel down. "They call you the Hood. Let's see how you look like without it."

Suddenly, gunshots rang out as Dark Archer scoured around before deciding to retreat.

Natasha descended from above as she helped Oliver get out.

Later, Starling General

"Oliver, what were you thinking, going after him alone like that?" Natasha demanded as Oliver came to in his room.

"I thought I could take him." Oliver said.

"I wanted to tell you, he's very dangerous. And I think I know where he's from. A contact of mine reached out." Natasha said before Oliver's family burst in, relieved that Oliver was alright.

Merlyn Global Group

"Are you certain?" Malcolm asked as he put down his mask, still in his Dark Archer outfit, while talking on the phone.

"Natalia went after Kovar. And she's investigating you."

"Good to know. Thank you." Malcolm smirked as he hung up, remembering Oliver's new assistant. So, the legendary Black Widow was after him. She wants to play games? Good. And she's using Oliver to get to him? Well, she has no idea who is she messing with.

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