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Neal's POV

Well this was a right situation he got himself into. Matt was going to lecture him again. Neal knew it was inevitable. Every single time he got himself kidnapped for one reason or another he ended up with the same lecture.

It didnt matter that he had been kidnapped more often while working with the FBI than his entire career with the CIA. It was the mere fact that it happened at all annoyed his handler in more ways than could be put into words.

This was the reason he always wore his necklace under his shirt. Very few people had ever seen the necklace. No one but him and Matt knew the reason he rarely took it off. The tracker within it would allow Matt to find him anywhere in the world.

Most criminals would only look for an anklet or a wire. No one would look twice at a necklace. To them it was just a normal piece of jewelry. Expect the unexpected and do not give away your hand before it's time. Key points to being a conman.

Both he and Orion were tied to chairs. It was both with rope and duct tape. They were exceptionally done and without injuring himself he couldnt get free. Orion was in the same way.

Despite knowing it war fruitless he still tried to break free. Orion said gruffly, "Its no use, Bryce."

Neal growled, "I'm not just going to let them win."

Orion snorted, "They have already won. They won the moment they had us within their grasp. You wont be any help if they kill you before rescue arrives."

"Oh shut up, Orion."

Despite their situation his reply caused the man to laugh easily. It brought a small real smile to cross Neal's face.

Their amusement faded as the sound of footsteps sounded. Someone was coming for them. Most likely whoever it was would torture them. They wanted information and both Neal and Orion had it. Wilkes would want revenge for Neal's interference.

Squaring his shoulders he waited to see who was coming. The door opened and two familiar figures. One he expected, Wilkes, he could deal with. Easily could deal with the old foe. The other however sent a pit of dread into his stomach. An range and black mask and matching armor walked in.

Of all the people that could be chosen to torture them it had to be Deathstroke. He had let Neal go once already. The younger man, a former apprentice but he couldnt fight Deathstroke. Not in the same way he had done all those years ago. Torture was not the same as fighting. It was simply a testament to one's will.

Deathstroke questioned his voice distorted by the mask Neal hated when he was younger, "So you recaptured the original target. What about the second man?"

Wilkes growled, "I want him in as much pain as possible. Do as much damage to Caffery as possible without killing him. Caffery will be an example of what happens to those who stand against me. When you're done with Caffery ensure Orion cannot escape again."

"Understood."

With that Wilkes left the room a last hateful look sent to Neal then he was gone. Silence hung in the air as Deathstroke moved to stand before him. Neal's chin stuck out his teeth ground together in defiance.

Deathstroke folded his arms across his chest as he questioned in the same arrogant tone he spoke when Neal was still a kid, "What are you doing here, kid? I would have thought that you'd be long gone by now."

Neal shook his head allowing his dark hair to fall into eyes, "I cant exactly leave right now, Slade."

The single eye that could be seen narrowed as Slade his voice ringing in the younger's ears, "You allowed them to cage you. A cage robin."

Neal snorted, "I havent been a robin since I was a young teenager. When I left for the CIA the first time I left him behind. He died with my childhood when I killed my first man."

Slade raised his chin in acknowledgement and respect. Then he questioned in a mere whisper, "Do you have a plan to escape?"

Neal gave the man a wry grin as he said, "Of course I do. However there is no way we can do anything yet. I cant fight like I used to."

"Why?"

Indicating with his chin to his damaged shoulder. The one that had killed him once then to the side where the second old wound lay. A sigh escaped the killer who tried to break his youthful naivete.

Then there was the breaking of glass off to one side. A hidden corner of the warehouse that they were sequestered away in. A sense of foreboding overcame Neal. That would not be Matt or the FBI they would have come through the front door.

Neal looked over his shoulder trying to catch a glance at the intruders. All he saw was shadows moving across the warehouse. A pit formed in his stomach, now he was sure the breaking of glass had been for his benifit. If it was for his benifit then that narrowed the possibilities.

Orion breathed in surprise, "Men in kevlar jackets with bows across their backs and swords at their sides. I count at least four but there could be more."

Oh yes he knew who that was. Unfortunately if they were here that meant their leader wasnt far behind.

Deathstroke growled, "League of Shadows. Now what do you want? Is your leader around?

A familiar voice replied coldly, "The Demon's Head is not here currently. However he does wish to speak with young Grayson. Unharmed."

Neal replied craning his neck towards the sound of the voice, "Sayad, if Deathstroke wanted me dead I would be. You know of my condition."

Sayad snorted decisively, "That I do, Zil. However if you dont want him to be injured tell him to back off."

Deathstroke did so with a glare in the other's general direction. The man then turned to him a question in his eyes. It was obvious what the question was. What the hell did Zil mean?

Zil was Arabic for Shadow. A name he had earned on his first mission away from Stanford. The League and CIA had a common goal that night.

It was one of the few times he met Ra's Al Ghul alone. Cold grey eyes had watched him as he had efficiently killed his target. Something that would have been impossible if he was still the same child Ra's met a few times.

His ruthless efficiency and ability to hide within the shadows was what earned him the name. Ra's had shown him the same kind of respect that he did with Bruce. The man had agreed to keep his secret from his father. In exchange Neal would keep in touch with the League. On occasion work alongside them.

It wasn't the most legal work but then again it kept him relatively safe. The League helped him out of a few tight spots simply because of his agreement with Ra's. And he had gained a shadow, one that rarely left except when called back for a mission.

Sayad, the Hunter had been his shadow for many years. They had become something of allies during this time.

Deathstroke with a growl moved back away from him. Then one of the shadows moved across the far wall. A man in a kevlar vest with a bow strapped across his back. Two knives and a sword were belted at his side. A cowl was pulled up over his face marring the features.

Neal didnt flinch as the man drew a knife and approached. The ropes and tape were cut away from him and a strong arm pulled him to his feet.

The grip was familiar enough for Neal to greet with a tilt of his chin, "Sayad, it's been awhile. I hope you're well."

Sayad bit out annoyed, "I'm well but you're not. How is it that everytime I leave you, you get kidnapped? Let's get you and your friend..."

The door to the room opened and the three of them faced it. Wilkes with a frustrated and angry look on his face.

When he saw Neal unrestrained he shouted, "The prisoner is free. Kill them all."

Well shit!