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Oliver's POV

There was a ringing silence between them after those words. They were considering his words and position. Panov looked torn between his duty and what was right. Charlie's face was a stony mask.

Panov opened his mouth to say some thing but was interrupted by Charlie forced statement, "I'll go with the doctor. For you, Delta I would do anything. Just as you would do anything for us."

Oliver nodded. Internally all he could feel was relief. The last thing he wanted to do right now was run. With all the excitement of the day all he really wanted was to sleep.

Panov led them out a hand on each of their shoulders. First t was a sign to the police that they were under control. Second it calmed the two slightly. Al Sayf disappeared once more into the shadows.

Lance was the first of the police to move upon seeing them. He grabbed Charlie and immediately had cuffs on him.

When it looked like he was going to try and fight Oliver ordered calmly, "Hold! Don't fight him. Remember your promise."

Charlie's struggles immediately abated. Lance gave him a nod before they walked to one side.

Panov said after a moments hesitation, "I need to go with them. Oliver I'll have an officer take you home."

Behind them a voice stated gently as the scent of lunar flowers wafted over both men, "That won't be necessary. I'll take him home."

Both omegas turned to find Malcolm standing there. His voice was directed at Panov but his eyes were on Oliver. They took in his appearance checking for any kind of wounds.

Oliver gave a shy smile as he said, "I'm fine. Though I'm surprised you would come to the Glades. It's no secret that you hate this part of the city."

The look he was given would have made a lesser man cower with fear. Most omegas would have dropped to their knees and begged for forgiveness. Oliver just gave the man a level look. If he thought he could cower him then Malcolm was sorely mistaken. Omega or not he was Delta and Delta cowered to no one.

Panov said with a calm voice, "If you would, Mr. Merlyn. As it stands now I have to settle Mr. Eden back in my clinic. Then give a certain handler an update. Oliver I would expect a call from him tonight or early tomorrow."

Alex didn't know the meaning of sleep. The call would come sometime that evening. He was sure to get an earful for not consulting Alex about making a deal. Then again how could he have when he was before the man before he knew it. The Demon's Head... That man had been interesting. Most people who come across such a powerful warrior would have said terrifying. To Oliver he was interesting. He looked forward to their next meeting.

Malcolm didn't allow him to think long on such thoughts. Instead he led him through police cars to where a car was waiting on them. Oliver was the first to enter the car followed quickly by Malcolm.

The ride back to Queen Mansion was made in silence. Both men were lost to their own thoughts. When they arrived it was quiet. No doubt Thea and his mother were off doing something.

Oliver hesitated before going inside. Malcolm could leave if he had something better to do. However if this man really was his father, shouldn't he at least make an effort? This was well out of his comfort zone.

Oliver's relationship with Robert Queen was tremulous at best. The man had been cold towards him long before he left for Tam Quan. The man's attitude was what made Oliver so accepting of the opportunity.

How would his relationship with Malcolm go? Tommy had a tremulous relationship with the man. It had only gotten worse over the years. They were practically estranged now. Would Malcolm treat him as he treated Tommy?

The man extended a hand to him first and was waiting for his answer. Whether or not he accepted that he was a Merlyn and not a Queen. He took a deep breath before turning his full attention to Malcolm.

He inquired softly, "Do you want to come in, Malcolm? It doesn't sound like my family is home."

Malcolm seemed surprised by his inquiry. His icy blue eyes softened to more of a sky blue. They were so much like his own eyes.

Malcolm denied with a shake of his head, "Not today. We will still meet up tomorrow. I have to prepare for this as such."

He was slightly disappointed by the answer. At the same time he was relieved. It would give him time to recollect his mind. Delta was still beneath the surface. He would have to be careful.

Only a few moments later Malcolm left. It was a simple walk back to his mansion. Once inside he Raisa going about her duties along with the other maids.

Without alerting them to his presence he made his way to his room. There he collapsed onto his bed. The day had been draining and he could feel it down to his bones. Laying on his bed he could feel himself drift off. His only hope was that it would be a peaceful rest. It wasn't meant to be.

Dreamscape

Delta shot one of the dark haired men in grey combat gear in the head. His squad was vastly outnumbered. More so than the intelligence had suggested. His eyes narrowed counting his men. There was one missing. He knew exactly who it was as well. Alpha.

For some time he had suspected that there was a traitor. To think that the soldier would put his jealously over his duty. It was sickening to Delta. He would find and execute the traitor personally.

Alpha had always wanted the team leader position. They had gone through training together. The brown haired man was skilled in combat but lacked the leadership skills needed. So when they were assigned into teams the leader position had been given to him. Alpha had never forgiven him.

As he passed the red haired man in a green uniform he said coldly," Echo. I'm going to find Alpha. I believe his betrayed us."

Brown eyes met his grey ones. Echo nodded and said," Put a bullet in him for me, Delta."

Delta didn't reply as he continued on. After shooting three more insurgents he made it to where he could hear broken Vietnamese. From what he understood Alpha was asking for extraction. That his team suspected him.

Delta snuck right up behind the man and placed his 9 mil to the back of the others head. Alpha had black hair and green eyes. His eyes were like poison just like his personality.

Alpha said trying to make excuses," Delta. This isn't what it looks like."

Delta said cold as ice," The only sentence for betrayal is death. You know this Alpha. Die with what little dignity you have left."

Before the black haired man could reply he pulled the trigger. Blood and brains splattered across both him and the ground. Without a second look towards the body he turned back towards the fighting. They had to finish the mission.

Rain poured. His thermal scope showed his squad clearing the building but nothing more. Something didn't feel right. There should have been more of them. A crack of a twig breaking behind him drew his attention. That wasn't Echo. Through his scope he could see where his partner was positioned.

He moved only to miss a kick aimed at his head. Rolling out of the way of another kick he launched to his feet. His opponent was six foot three 235 pounds. In his right hand was a serrated blade knife.

Delta pulled his out of its sheath. They eyed each other warily. Then like a snake he struck.

Delta parried the knife strike then struck. His fist hit the man in the throat. Everyone had has the sane reaction when being struck in the throat. To grab it where get had bsen struck. An instinctive reaction that could cost someone their lives. In this case it did.

Delta struck out with his knife. Burying it deep into the other's throat. Just below where the hands where.
The man burgled on his blood as he tried to breathe.

The man collapsed a second later. Delta gave the body a cold look before he turned back to his gun.

After checking the scope he said," Squad check in."

"Alpha check."

"Bravo check."

"Charlie check."

"Echo check."

"Fox check."

Finally he growled," Delta check. All hostiles down. Return to camp."

End of dreams

He sat straight up in his bed his chest rising and falling rapidly . His eyes scanned the room for any enemies. The only thing he found was that it was almost dark. Night was falling and he had been asleep for several hours.

A knock on his door startled him. He flinched at the sharp sound but stood anyways. When he opened his door he found Raisa there.

She took in his shaken appearance and asked in a soothing voice, "Are you okay, Mr. Oliver?"

He lied giving a false smile, "I'm fine, Raisa. It was just a bad dream."

She nodded and replied, "Dinner is ready, Mr. Queen. Your mother is waiting for you."

He sighed. That's why they woke him. Not that he wasn't grateful for the distraction. If he was honest with himself he would rather not go back to sleep. So he told her he would be down in a moment. Then he changed into fresh clothes. Once he was in clean clothes he put his dirty clothes in the hamper and went to the dinning room.

His mother, Walter, and Thea all sat at the table. Thea greeted happily, "Ollie! You woke up in time for dinner."

He gave another false smile as he replied, "When I came home I went straight to bed. It was a stressful day and I just wanted to put it behind me."

Moira soothed quietly, "It's okay, Oliver. You don't have to explain."

He sat down at a spot where his back was to a wall. He loaded his plate with steamed vegetables and a steak. The steak he chose looked the least seasoned. Hopefully he would be able to eat it.

His first bite of the steak reminded him of why he hadn't. It had many rich flavors. They made his stomach roll. Bile made his throat burn and he had to swallow it. After a few sips of the ice water his stomach calmed again.

He nibbled at the vegetables till he was sure his stomach could handle it. Years in Tam Quan had made his stomach senesitve to new foods. Or heavy foods. They lived off of rations so he had to be careful what he ate.

When dinner was drawing to a close Walter inquired, "Oliver are you still going to see, Malcolm, tomorrow?"

Oliver gave an affirmative sound. Both his mother and Walter exchanged glances. Almost as if there was some thing they weren't saying.

Walter said his brown eyes holding worry in them, "Just be careful out there Oliver. There's a vigilante that's hurting the richer members of the community."

For a moment he thought about telling them he was leaving again. Then he decided against it.

Instead he said, "I will."