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Unknown's POV

He lay in the healing hall without a shirt. The black shirt he had been wearing useless with the large cut in its side. Ana had done an expert job in stitching up his side.

Al Owal so far had not left his side even when Ana declared he would suffer no permanent damage. It was as if his mentor became a silent protector.

Eventually Al Owal stated, "With your actions today you have gained a lot of the League's respect. Not many initiates or even full fledged members would have jumped in front of a blade meant for the Demon's Head."

The man without memories replied, "Most people here chose to come here. I was saved by the Demon's Head and Warith. As long as they will have me, my loyalty is to them."

Ra's Al Ghul could have ordered his death long before he awoke. He could have killed the man without memories at any point during healing and training. Instead he taught the man and allowed him to heal.

What truly sealed his loyalty was the offer. To leave without any consequences. Very few people would have given such a chance.

Al Owal tapped just to the side of his wound, "This is proof of your loyalty. You did well, Al Sahim. Just remember that your are my student. I would rather not see you dead."

He smiled at his mentor. The alpha was truly something else. Al Owal reprimanded him when he deserved it but it was never more than he deserved.

Jumping in front of a blade had been stupid of him. He did not regret the action however. Ra's did not deserve to die because another alpha thought of himself to high and mighty for order.

His thoughts were interrupted by the door to the room opening and Hudu entering followed by Ra's. Al Owal was on his feet and when the man without memories tried to follow suit a hand on his shoulder prevented him. Hudu was agile in his old age and had moved to prevent the young omega from rising.

Ra's ordered firmly, "Stay down. You do not need to rise for me. Not in your condition," then he turned to Al Owal, "Leave us for the moment."

Al Owal bowed before leaving the room. Hudu took a seat next to him and there was an unknown emotion in his eyes.

In the Demon Head's hands were two files. Both were thick with paper and it made him curious.

Ra's stated calmly, "When you first came to Nanda Parbat, I sent your blood off to be tested. Like you, I wanted to know who you are. This afternoon it came back."

Ra's opened the file and read off, "This is your more complete file."

The unknown man took the file with unsteady hands. Finally he would know who he was.

DNA match:

Designation: Omega.

Name: Oliver Queen.

Status: Presumed Dead

Mother: Moira Queen.

Status: Alive

Designation: Omega.

Adopted father: Robert Queen.

Status:Dead

Designation: Alpha

Biological Father: Malcolm Merlyn

Status: Alive

Designation: Alpha

His name was Oliver Queen. Finally he had a name!

According to his file he was twenty three years old. He had been missing since he was sixteen.

Ra's continued drawing Oliver's attention from the file, "Oliver Queen is not a name that is familiar to me. The name Malcolm Merlyn however is a familiar name. He was once one of the League. Al Saher was one of my horseman. It was for his other son that he asked to leave my service. A request that I granted."

The Magician. So the man that sired him was once of the League. He wondered what the man's favored weapon was and why he would leave a son behind for the training he received.

From the file Oliver left behind a mother, father, and sister. There was no steady partner or a child in his life. Very little would have tied him to Starling City.

Then his attention went to the second file. What could that possibly be? It would take him some time to read through his file. Hopefully that would trigger memories.

Ra's sighed, "This is another file that was connected to your DNA. As you can see it isnt nearly as thick as the other."

Carefully the man known as Oliver took the file. On the front page was a picture of a much younger version of him. Haunted grey eyes stared back at him. The file read:

First assignment: Operation Meduda

Classification: Eyes only.

Name: David Webb

Call sign: Delta

Team assignment: Century Team 12

Second assignment: Operation Treadstone 71.

Classification: Eyes only. No computer documents allow. Must see Alexander Conklin or David Abbot for permission to read files.

The name Abbot sparked something in the back of his mind. With a white hot flash of pain he was incased in a memory.

Flashback

A man with black hair and green eyes stood before him. Oliver stood straight backed his eyes forward. A cold grey color shower the darkness of his heart.

The man inquired calmly, "You know this is strictly voluntary, David? You dont have to go through with this. That once you are set up we can't put someone else in."

Oliver answered his voice like gravel, "Alex has already explained this to me, Abbot. If we are to catch the Jackel another killer has to be in play. You and Alex will be my only contacts as I go undercover as Jason Bourne."

Abbot sighed looking far older than his forty years, "Then its settled then. We will assign you Doctor Panov to monitor your mental health," Oliver made a face at the name, "Don't give me that look. Your mind isn't exactly stable after your time in Medusa. This way ensures that we have a warning in case Delta returns."

"As long as our agreement stand, Abbot."

The older man replied seriously, "Unless your life is on the line the only one you will actually kill is, Carlos."

"Agreed."

End of flashback

Oliver blinked as he came out of the memory. What the hell was that? Who in the hell was Jason Bourne and why did he have the feeling he would not like the answer?