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Oliver's POV

He eyed the tree where his watcher was. They were better trained than most of his men had been. It was interesting to see. If he wasn't looking for things out of place. He would have missed his watcher. If that happened he could have led him straight to Charlie.

Questions filled Oliver's mind. Why was this person watching him? Were they after Charlie? Or were they after him specifically? After his kidnapping he had every right to be wary. This time however he would not be taken so easily.

He called out tiring of the game that was being played, "If you didn't want me to know you were there. You shouldn't have moved. Come out now."

For a long moment there was no answer. It made Oliver long for his bow and or rifle. Either would do to take out a watched that was not invited. Then to his surprise there was movement. A man dropped down out of a tree. At least he thought the person was a man.

The man was wearing a black Kevlar jacket. Across his left hip was a sword and across his back was a bow. His face was hidden behind a cowl. It made Oliver wonder if his sights where impaired by the cowl or not. If so it wouldn't be the best outfit for an archer.

The person said with a gravelly voice that confirmed he was a male, "Your perceptions are certainly better than what I was expecting. Normally a billionaire playboy would be only aware of himself."

Scents wafted over his nose alerting him that this man was an alpha. He bit back a growl. It wasn't that he hated alphas he didn't. More often than not they tried to take advantage of the fact that he was an omega. Mistrust came far easier than trust for him.

He snapped back a retort, "Things change. I haven't been oblivious like that in five years. Now what do you want?"

The man came closer so that they weren't shouting across the lawn. Oliver watched with a wary look. This man had a sense of power about him. Tamed but at the same time just beneath the surface.

The man's reply was cold but honest, "I was told to watch you. Nothing more nothing less."

Watch him? This wasn't a CIA operative. They wouldn't wear clothing like that. It was too conspicuous if they were spotted.

It was the same for Medusa. Medusan preferred simple clothing with Kevlar underneath. Their weapons were guns and the occasional knife or machete. Oliver was the only one who liked using a bow.

He asked, "Who asked you to watch me? That is a uniform I'm not familIar with."

The barked out a laugh as he replied, "I would be surprised if you did. We don't officially exist. A group spoken of only in legends. Perhaps you have heard of the castle hidden in the desert?"

The castle hidden in the desert. That was a story he heard about in his first few weeks in Medusa. It was a legend used to scare the rookies into behaving. Somehow he never considered it was more than that.

Legend spoke of a group of warriors led by an immortal being. They kept the balance of the world. It was said that whenever any great civilization fell they were the cause of it.

To most it would have seemed impossible for this man to be apart of such a legend. Then again Oliver had seen the impossible before.

A team of seven invading an enemy camp during a typhoon. With the odds stacked against them. Only to survive and fight their way back to their own camp. It was said when all else fails they didn't.

Oliver asked his voice rough fighting off the memories best left forgotten, "What does such a group want with me? Have I done something to warrant your attention?"

The man's head cocked to the side in a curious manner. Despite not being able to see most of the other's face he could tell the man was frowning. His reactions were similar to that of Delta's. It was scarily similar.

Oliver had to take a deep breath to calm himself. This was not the time to allow Delta out. If he did so now he had no doubt in his mind that blood would flow over the grass. Whether it was his own or the man before him was the only question. Oliver had nothing against the man. Delta would feel caged and threatened however.

The man said finally, "Everyone I have ever come across does not believe that so easily. Yet you accept my words like they are a given fact. Who are you?"

That was a question he couldn't bring himself to answer. Who was he? That was a question he didn't know the answer to. Was he Oliver Queen? Or was he Delta? Who was he?

Instead of a name or a title all he said was, "A warrior. Nothing more. Nothing less."

For a long moment there wasn't a reply. Then the man pulled his cowl and hood down revealing his face. He was older than Oliver, possibly in his forties or fifties. The man had brown hair. His green eyes stared at Oliver. They were flecked with just a hint of grey. The exact opposite of his own eyes. Grey with just a hint of blue to them. This was a man at peace with what he was. It wasn't something that Oliver was used to seeing.

The man said in the same gravelly voice, "You can call me, Al Sayf. I am to watch over you until I receive orders to do otherwise."

Oliver replied calmly, "Despite what people think of me, I can take care of myself. Unless you are following me for another reason."

Before a reply could be given Al Sayf's phone rang. When he pulled it out Oliver could see it was burner phone. One that could be dropped in a trashcan without a second thought. Precautions were taken. They were professionals at what they did at least.

The man listened to what was being said. Oliver tried to discern what was going on by the man's facial expressions. He would have better luck trying to discern facial expressions from a rock. This man in front of him had zero. It was like looking at a blank wall.

Then without a word the man shut the phone. Green eyes snapped up to meet his grey ones. There was something different in them this time. It seemed that a decision had been made. Whether it was one he liked or not was still up in the air.

Al Sayf said sounding disinterested, "I have been requested to bring you into town. There is someone who wishes to speak with you."

Oliver took a step back his eyes growing cold as he asked, "And if I refuse?"

He knew he could run or fight his way out. The only problem was that unless he killed this man his family would be in danger. They were on the lawn of his manor. Without fighting the man he could tell the other was a skilled fighter. It was in every fiber of the other's being.

Al Sayf replied his muscles still relaxed, "I could try to force you to go with me. It would end in a fight that only one of us would walk away from. If I killed you my liege would be extremely unhappy with me. He wishes to speak with you and that could only be done if you're alive. If you were to kill me however it would be worse. There are few crimes as great as the spilling of League blood. If you were to kill me they would never stop hunting you. If you don't believe me ask Al Saher. He was once one of us before he returned to Starling."

Oliver winced. He knew people like that. Delta was one. The other Medusans not to mention Alex. If one of their own was hurt or killed. They would stop at nothing to get revenge that was just who they were.

Al Sayf said with a sigh, "This does not have to be difficult, Mr. Queen. I do have to take you to my liege."

His eyes trailed back to his house where he could movement inside. While he didn't know Walter very well he would not risk the alpha being hurt. It would only hurt his mother. Then there was the chance that was his mother or sister. He would never be able to forgive himself if either of them were hurt because of him. So for the moment he would go along with the charade. When he got a chance he would make his escape.

He fell straight into step with Al Sayf. There was no way either warrior would allow their backs to be turned to a possible enemy. It was not their way.

The sound of car tires on gravel soon reached their ears. Oliver stiffened his mind going back to one kidnapping attempt already made that day. Al Sayf didn't even seem fazed by it. Either this was their ride or he was the most down to earth killer Oliver ever met.

A black van pulled up alongside them and the door opened with a creak. Al Sayf's hand found itself between his shoulder blades. The touch was gentle but it set Delta into action.

Delta struck out at the man. His eyes fell up in the other's sword. It wasn't his choice of weapons but it would do. The bow would have been more appropriate but taking an archer's bow was next to impossible.

As if sensing the intention the man struck out. An attack that if he was a lesser man it would have knocked the breath out of him. Instead it glanced off his shoulder. There wasn't even a flinch.

In kind Delta struck out aiming a low at the man's right knee. Like Delta he moved straight into a fighting stance. While it wasn't one he was familiar with he was able to counter it with one of his own. His own stance was a mix of years of fighting.

Three more men jumped out of the van. They were in similar attire to the one in front of him. Their weapons were similar but not the exact same. There was no time to fully examine the weapons as they began to circle him.

Delta shifted the weight up onto the balls of his feet. Grey eyes watched them calculating his chances. To be honest they weren't good. These men were well trained and no doubt knew how to use each of the weapons they carried. Delta was weaponless and alone. Four on one was not odds he liked.

Al Sayf said his eyes never leaving Delta's, "Come on, kid. We don't have to fight here. We are just going to bring you to the meeting place."

Oliver may have trusted the words to an extent but Delta did not. Too many things were running through the killer's mind. This would be the perfect opportunity for someone to take out one of the major players in Medusa. If it was him, he would take the chance rather than waiting.

He growled his voice closer to that of an animal than a humans, "What guarantee do I have that you won't just kill me? I'm not an idiot I know how these things work."

Al Sayf growled in return, "We have a sense of honor just as you do. There is someone who wants to speak with you."

Honor. There were few who would say they had honor. At one time he had honor. Then Medusa happened. Irene's death killed any sense of honor he had. Though his men would beg to differ in that. He was the one who would protect them. The one who made sure they slept and ate.

He growled dodging away from one of the men who tried to grab him, "If you think I'm going with you outnumbered like this your insane. Three of them stay here."

Al Sayf looked like he wanted to kill him and be done with it. If he did that however his Lord was wouldn't be happy however. When another tried to make a grab at one of his weapons the man threw out his hand. It seemed the other had made his decision.

"Two."

"Agreed."