Oliver now able to walk again properly double checks the map to see if he's in the correct location before walking through the greenery to the wreckage of a shot down cargo plane. The plane's body is broken in three places with propellers and ripped off wings scattered around the area.
Oliver enters the plane from what looks like the former escape doorway. His footsteps echo off the metal floor as he slowly looks around confused for why Yao Fei would send him here. Suddenly there's a loud sound of something moving and a thud as something hits the floor.
An arm wraps over his shoulder holding a sword at his throat and an arm restraining him, "twitch and I open your throat," A man said darkly and gruffly. "How many more are with you?"
"Wha...what?" Oliver gasps out terrified.
"Ten seconds for tell me something I believe before I cut out your voice box." The man hisses into Oliver's ear harshly.
"No, No," Oliver chokes out from the sword squeezing his throat. "Yao Fei sent me. I don't think it was...for you to kill me."
The man stares at Oliver's head in disbelief. He removes his swords harshly shoving Oliver forwards and the playboy turns around to find the tip of the man's blade millimetres from his mouth.
"Yao Fei...gave me directions to you...plane," Oliver said hesitating at the end as he looked around the beaten up plane. The man looks up and down Oliver in deep thought, his arm wavering. "He gave me this," Oliver reaches inside a pocket and the man watches him carefully on guard of a surprise attack. He pulls out the ripped map, "It has markings to here."
Finally the man relents and sheaths his sword on his back. The man takes the map and moves behind a crate opposite Oliver. "shengcun," the man said, leaning over the map.
Oliver tries to translate for him, "It means-"
"Survive," the man interrupts. The man stands up staring at Oliver with an unreadable expression for a few moments
"Besides getting killed, what do you think he meant?" Oliver inquires softly.
The man steps around the crate walking to another area, "there's an airfield, ten klicks from here. Yao Fei and I had been observing it for months, familiarising ourselves with their operations." The man glances at Oliver, "we were supposed to get off this island together. But then we were separated. Yao Fei was compromised." The man looks over Oliver's clothes, "You're wearing the mercenary uniform, you must be a soldier. Wanting to defect?"
"I'm not a soldier. I was shipwrecked here." Oliver reveals timidly.
The man turns his back to Oliver, opening a crate for a sword and throws it at Oliver who barely manages to catch it before the sword removes his arm. The man unsheathes his other sword from his back.
"What's this for?" Oliver asked timidly.
"What does it look like? For cutting your bread loaf," The man said with a smirk. The man looks at the sword before averting his eyes to the ground. "The airstrip is heavily fortified and I've been there, I believe Yao Fei guided you here because he knows I cannot obtain the airstrip alone.."
"Yeah. Sounds like him," Oliver whispers, still weak from his injuries.
The man stares at Oliver with eyes cold, "he's a softer judge of character than I am. If we have any chance of escaping, I need to know you can cover my back." The man draws his sword in a blink of an eye striking across, Oliver barely manages to block the blade with his own in time.
Oliver manages to block the next strike to his chest as he clutches his side afraid. Oliver stares at the man as the other narrows his eyes at him. The blade switches to the other side, swiping the sword to the side and out of his hand onto the floor, his blade now resting against Oliver's neck. "What are you doing?" The man whispers out gruffly. "Fight. Back."
Oliver grabs the man's hand pushing it down and away, dropping down into a crouch picking up the sword. Oliver jumps up swinging his blade at the man but he dodges underneath twirling on his feet the man's blade slices Oliver's hand. Oliver groans in pain.
"Always stays behind your sword," The man advises his arm out pointing the blade at Oliver's crotch as he circles him. Oliver stands up holding his hand in pain, turning to face the experienced combatant. Oliver charges blade pointed forwards in an amateur attack. The man deflects Oliver's sword with his own spinning behind him and kicks back, his boot smacking Oliver's back sending him into a pile of crates and falling over them.
"You have no skill. No strength or training," the man angrily states. He charges up to Oliver's face grabbing Oliver's jaw lifting him up, "to say you fight like a girl would be a compliment!"
Oliver's eyes averted away from the man, afraid, "As I...As I said, I shipwrecked here...not a soldier."
The man leans closer, "then how did you get uniform?"
Oliver stares at the man, some anger starting to show, "The man wearing this uniform and I were in a scuffle and we fell down a cliff. I killed him by accident."
The man glares at Oliver growling out coldly, "Where was Yao Fei?"
"We got ambushed by Fyers' associate and his men," Oliver starts. "He told me to run and I did…"
The man stares at Oliver before his eyes narrow in disgust and with a blur the hilt of his sword smacks against Oliver's forehead. Oliver hits the floor out cold and the man stares down at him cold yet disgusted.
The soldier leaves the plane with a bucket down to a nearby river and scoops the cold water with it. Going back to the plane the man drops the bucket on the floor walking over to a chair and removing rope from a crate, preparing the rope on the chair. He moves to Oliver lifting him off the floor sitting him down on the chair, tying his wrists with the rope.
The walks away grabbing a flask of water drinking from it. He wants to give the boy sometime so he can prepare himself for what's about to happen, to kill a kid.
After enough time the soldier lifts the bucket off the floor and with a swing throws the cold water over the kid. Oliver's eyes fly open and he jumps— or he would if he wasn't tied down.
"Sorry," the man said, turning sideways on to Oliver, "it's nothing personal." He confesses drawing one of his swords from his back.
"So what!" Oliver spits out angrily. "You're just gonna kill me?" He gets a sword to his neck forcing his head back.
The man smirks tilting his head, "they'll make mince meat of you. It's better this way."
"How is me being dead better?" Oliver growls out irritated.
"It's nothing personal," he said as the serrated part of his blade pierces the flesh of Oliver's shoulder. "I cannot leave you alive. They will find you and torture you until they get information they want of me. I cannot allow that to happen," the soldier growls, his eyes going into a frenzy at the end.
Oliver jumps up onto his feet lifting the chair with him. "No! Please, wait! I won't say anything. I've already been tortured by them... I can give you lots of money for my escape."
The man kicks Oliver's knee forcing the chair onto its legs again, "don't make this harder than it has to be." He raises his sword and Oliver struggles with the ropes, "I can do this so you won't feel a thing…" he falters curious as he hears the straining of the ropes.
Oliver wrist twists in his struggle and the man lowers his sword watching the kid scream in agonising pain, bent forwards with tears almost falling down his face. His eyes widen as Oliver stands up and unexpectedly punches the soldier's face. The man's head snaps back to the side and torso tilts back but his feet never move. Surprisingly he can feel blood in his mouth but quickly swallows it.
The soldier takes a moment in that position before harshly grabbing Oliver's throat and laughs putting his hand out which Oliver weakly takes with his damaged hand. The man switches his sword to his other hand in a reverse grip. "Slade Wilson," the man greets squeezing Oliver's hand.
"Oliver Queen," the playboy returns, still groaning from the pain. Oliver has been in almost constant pain since floating onto this hell of an island.