As promised, this chapter is longer. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Guest 2.0: Nope, had to happen now.

Guest: I think that's one way to describe Gregor.

Russia

Afternoon

Oliver sat in a chair by Bobbi's bedside, watching her sleep. She looked peaceful, but Oliver knew that wouldn't last. Once she woke up, he'd have to tell that the baby…Oliver couldn't even bring himself to think it. So how could he tell her?

The door opened and Oliver looked up as Dragon walked into the room. Dragoon was silent, looking at Bobbi as Oliver looked back towards her as well.

"Don't tell her," Oliver said after a moment. "Whatever happens…she should hear it from me."

"Of course," Dragon said and it was silent for a moment. "I know you're worried about how she'll react. But Bobbi's tough, she can handle it. It'll destroy her for a while, but she can handle it."

Oliver was silent, staring at Bobbi as he wondered if Dragon was right. Dragon, sensing Oliver wanted to be alone with Bobbi, exited the room. As if she sensed they were alone, Bobbi stirred, opening her eyes.

"Hey," Oliver said as he got to his feet, walking over to her.

"Oliver," Bobbi said groggily, her mind still not fully awake. "What happened?"

"What's the last thing you remember?" Oliver asked after a moment, deciding he needed to know what she remembered before he broke the news to her.

"We were at the safe house, then… nothing. What happened?" Bobbi asked as she felt the aches all over her body.

"Kovar. Somehow, he found out where we were, he bombed the safe house," Oliver explained as something occurred to Bobbi.

"The baby. Is the baby alright?" Bobbi asked urgently, trying to sit up as pain shot through her body.

"You need to take it easy," Oliver said as he gently pushed her back into bed.

"Stop avoiding the question. Is the baby alright?" Bobbi demanded hotly.

Oliver tried to find the words, but apparently he didn't need to. Bobbi saw the look on his face and the truth washed over her like a bucket of cold water.

"No, no," Bobbi said in denial, tears prickling at the corner of her eyes.

"I'm sorry," Oliver said his voice gruff with emotion. "The blast, it caused you to miscarriage. There was nothing any of us could do."

Bobbi just stared ahead for a few moments, no sign of any emotion on her face. As Oliver sat down next to her and pulled her into his arms, the dam broke. She buried her head in his shoulder, clinging to him as she let out heart wrenching wails. As she sobbed, Oliver stroked her back, hoping it offered her some sort of comfort as he made a vow.

He couldn't bring their child back, but he would make sure that Kovar and Gregor paid for what they had done.

Suddenly, he understood Slade Wilson a lot more.

Kovar's house

Night

"You ready for this?" Dragon as he and Oliver stood in the shadow, hidden from the view of Kovar's security cameras.

"You have no idea," Oliver said darkly as he clutched his bow tightly. "What do you want me to do?"

"Use this," Dragon said as he reached into the duffle bag he had brought with him and pulled out an arrow. "It's a special arrow that was designed for something just like this. It will short out the alarms and keep the security cameras on constant replay for five minutes. More than enough time for us to get in and get out, provided you hit near the camera on the front porch. Think you can make the shot?"

"Please," Oliver scoffed as he took the arrow.

Oliver notched the arrow in his bow and took aim. It was silent for a moment as Oliver breathed, letting the rest of the world fall away. Then, he let go of the draw string. The arrow flew out, hitting the wall of the house right next to the security camera.

"Okay, good. Let's go," Dragon said as they both rushed towards the front door.

Dragon placed a small device on the lock and, after a moment, there was a sound like a shock and the lock clicked. Dragon opened the door and the pair rushed inside.

Dragon, having studied the plans of the house, was easily able to lead them to Kovar's study. A guard was standing in front of it. Before Dragon could even think of a plan, Oliver notched an arrow and fired. It hit the guard in the chest, killing him instantly.

"Oliver," Dragon hissed as the man fell to the floor.

"He works for Kovar," Oliver said without remorse as he made his way towards Kovar's study.

Growling in anger, Dragon followed Oliver. They entered Kovar's study and Dragon went right to Kovar's computer. Pulling a flash drive out of his pocket, Dragon put it in.

"What are you doing?" Oliver asked in confusion.

"Kovar's computer is protected by a password. This is gonna bypass it," Dragon said as the drive began trying to decipher the pass word.

After a few moments, Dragon was in and he immediately started typing. Entering Kovar's bank records, a smirked crossed his face.

"Bingo," Dragon muttered.

Bratva hideout

Later

"We are all here Anatoly," Viktor said as he, Anatoly and several other captains stood in a backroom of the bar. "What is the meaning of this?"

As Anatoly began to doubt that Olive would show, the door opened and Oliver walked through, holding a laptop under his arm.

"Queen," Viktor said as he and every captain but Anatoly said as they all took out a gun an aimed at Oliver. "You were a fool to come back."

"Maybe, but there's something you need to know about the Bratva," Oliver said.

"And why should we trust you?" one of the captains asked.

"Give me thirty seconds to talk. You don't like what I have to say, shoot me," Oliver offered.

Viktor and the other captains exchanged uncertainly glances before they all lowered their weapons.

"The floor is yours Oliver," Anatoly said as Oliver raised the laptop.

"Gregor has been playing all of us. This laptop is full of bank transactions from Kovar to Gregor, over sixty million rubles worth," Oliver explained.

"Lies!" One of the captains sneered. "Gregor is Pakhan, he would never betray us!"

"Don't believe me, see for yourselves," Oliver said as he opened the laptop and handed it to Viktor, who swore in Russian as he saw the transactions.

"It is true," Viktor said in shock.

"Gregor doesn't care about the Bratva; he's just using it to benefit him. When I was getting too close, he handed me over to Kovar and had one of our brothers killed," Oliver explained as the captains looked horrified and furious at Gregor's deceit. "Gregor is a traitor to the Bratva."

The door then opened and everyone whirled around. Gregor and several of his men waked into the bar.

"I see you have dug too deep Oliver," Gregor said unimpressed.

"We know what you have done," Anatoly said as the captains looked at Gregor with disgust.

"I see. It's a shame, I liked many of you," Gregor said sounding sad.

Gregor and his men pulled out pistols and opened fire. The majority of the captains were hit as Oliver and Anatoly jumped behind the bar, taking cover as the barrage of bullet broke all the glasses on the bar. Viktor took cover behind a corner as he returned fire with Gregor and his men. Oliver and Anatoly jumped back up, pulling out a pistol and returning firing, getting some of Gregor's men. Out of rounds, Anatoly shot back down, pulling out a shotgun. As Anatoly returned fire, Oliver saw one of Gregor's men sneaking up behind Viktor. Oliver tackled the man, slamming onto a nearby chair before shooting him in the chest, killing him.

"Thank you," Viktor said in Russian and Oliver nodded.

Realizing the fight was not going their way, Gregor and his men retreated, leaving Oliver, Anatoly and Viktor in the now ruined bar, surrounded by bodies.

"All the captains are dead," Oliver said as they took a breath.

"Da. Gregor will appoint new ones loyal to him. And they will kill us all," Anatoly said darkly.

Seeing the laptop that had been dropped during the fight on the floor, Oliver picked it up. It was full of bullets. Angrily, Oliver threw it down to the floor, smashing it.

"The laptop is dead," Oliver said glumly.

"Without it, Gregor will tell rest of Bratva we are traitors and they will believe it," Anatoly pointed out.

"And then they will kill us," Viktor muttered glumly.

"So we kill him first," Oliver said bluntly causing the other two to look at him incredulously.

"One does not talk such madness without a drink first,' Viktor said.

"You have a better idea, I'm all ears," Oliver said pointedly and Viktor was silent. "Where would Gregor go right now?"

"There is hockey ring," Viktor said after a moment. "It is Bratva stronghold. It is like fortress, heavily guarded. We would never get inside."

"I think I know someone who might," Oliver muttered.

Tatiana's clinic

Not long after

"Here are some blankets," Tatiana said as she handed them to Dragon.

"Thank you Tatiana. Not many people would offer us shelter," he noted as he took the blankets.

"I am not most people," she said kindly.

"How's Lindsey doing?" Dragon asked as he put the blankets down.

"She is…quiet. It is to be expected, of course. Everyone deals with loss in their own way of course," Tatiana noted and it was silent for a moment.

The silence was broken by the ringing of Dragon's phone.

"Excuse me, I need to take this," Dragon said as she pulled it out.

"Of course," she said with a kind smile before turning and walking out.

"How'd it go?" Dragon demanded as he answered the phone.

"Well, Gregor showed up and executed all but Anatoly and one other captain," Oliver said. "So not well."

"Let me guess, he'll promote new captains loyal to him," Dragon said grumpily.

"Yeah. We have to take him out before he does. There's a hockey ring that's a Bratva Stronghold. I can't take it by myself. Interested?"

"I'm insulted you even have to ask," Dragon said with a smirk.

Russia

Later

"Sure you don't want a gun?" Dragon asked Oliver as they approached the hockey stadium.

"I prefer my bow and arrow," Oliver said as he clutched his bow tightly.

"Suit yourself," Dragon shrugged.

Oliver and Dragon entered the stadium before making their way towards the right. Rounding a corner, Dragon held up a hand, stopping Oliver. Oliver looked over and saw several armed guards.

"You ready?" Dragon asked lowly.

"You have no idea," Oliver said darkly.

Dragon nodded before they jump out from around the corner. Oliver immediately fired an arrow, which hit one of the armed men in the jugular. As he went down, the other armed men whirled around as Dragon pulled out two pistols and opened fire. They returned fire but between Dragon and Oliver's arrows, they were put down pretty easily.

"You usually don't go for the kill," Dragon noted as he saw Oliver left no survivors.

"That was then," Oliver said coolly.

"More'll be coming," Dragon pointed out.

"Then they'll find us waiting," Oliver said as he notched an arrow.

True to his word, another guard appeared within seconds. Before he could even see them, Oliver fired, getting him in the chest. They stepped into the shadows as two more showed up and Dragon jumped down behind them, aiming hi pistols at the back of their heads and opening fire. They fell to the floor, blood pouring for their heads as Dragon lowered the pistols.

"Let's go. It's time to end this," Oliver said in a growl.

Oliver and Dragon walked into the arena, finding Gregor surrounded by his men. They looked back as Dragon opened fire, killing some of Gregor's men. As they returned fire, Oliver notched an arrow, killing one of Gregor's men. As they fled, running towards the ice, Olive was in hot pursuit. Oliver fired, killing another of Gregor's men before he was tackled, landing on the floor. One of Gregor's men was trying to stab Oliver but Oliver pulled out a flechette, stabbing the man in the side. The man gasped in pain, allowing Oliver to take the man's knife and slit his throat with it.

Oliver rushed towards the ice, swaying as his feet as he slide on it before firing, taking out another of Gregor's men. Seeing Gregor trying to flee, Oliver's already boiling rage flared and he fired an arrow. It hit Gregor in the shoulder and he went down. By this point, Oliver saw Dragon had killed Gregor's remaining men. Clumsily, Oliver made his way across the ice as Dragon walked down the stairs, the two converging on Gregor.

"I underestimated you Oliver Queen," Gregor said with a chuckle. "All my plans, undone by American filth."

"Well, this American filth is gonna kill you," Oliver growled and Gregor laughed.

"You kill me, you'll only really be killing yourself," Gregor mocked.

Angrily, Oliver grabbed the arrow in his shoulder and yanked it out. as Gregor howled in pain, Oliver stared at him, having a feeling this wasn't a taunt. Something else was going on. Gregor would live…until he told them what he really meant.

I found the scene where Oliver tells Bobbi about her miscarriage to be pretty difficult to write. Not completely satisfied with it, but I hope I did okay.