A few days later Slade is lying down shaking and sweating, sputtering saliva everywhere. Oliver comes over crouching down with a cup of water, "drink. You need to stay hydrated."

Slade spits the water out, "it tastes like shit." Shaking again, his face looking purple and red. "Hydration isn't the problem. The problem is getting a bullet dug out of my arm with a dull blade."

Oliver ignores Slade's little rant, "let's take a look at it," Oliver removes the white cloth coming away gloopy and slightly yellow. "It's infected."

"Go figure," Slade whispers out.

"I've got to stop that," Oliver said before walking away.

"When young swing past the drugstore for those antibiotics, get me a copy of Maxim and maybe a sports Illustrated," Slade jokes humourlessly.

"Yao Fei has these herbs at the cave. They could cure anything. "Oliver explains. "I'm going to get them."

Slade turns his Slade to Oliver exiting the plane, "you won't last an hour out there alone."

Oliver looks over his shoulder, "let's hope I make it back before then." Oliver runs through the forest the quickest way to Yao Fei's old cave.

It took him over twenty minutes to arrive at the cave walking through the entrance. Oliver searches the cave and finds the pouches Yao Fei used on his makeshift workstation. Grabbing them Oliver turns to leave as he pockets the pouch. Hearing movement Oliver jumps up on his feet flashing a light, "who's there?" Dreading the chance of it being a soldier.

A badly beaten and bound man hobbles out from behind the corner, "help me please."

"Who are you?" Oliver asked, pointing light at the guy's face.

"My name's Allen Duran. I'm an exchange student. My class and I were on a fishing excursion when the boat caught fire, some mechanic malfunction."

"When?" Oliver asked

"About two days ago. I think I'm the only survivor." The man said nodding his head. "I was lucky and got to shore but was found by soldiers. They beat me and tied me up, leaving me for dead." Oliver remains silent as the man starts to beg, "please, please. You can untie me at any point by the way."

Oliver is hesitant, the last part had red flags going off in his mind. "Ok turn around."

"Thank you. Thank you," the man almost cries turning around on his knees.

Oliver stares at the back of Allen's head. The man's story sounded rehearsed. Why would they tie him up and just leave him and not kill him? It sounds like a trap. "No, I can't. I don't know you," Oliver said before running out the cave entrance. Running through the forest Oliver tries to forget the beaten man in the cave and focus on Slade's infection.

Arriving at the plane Oliver runs through the entrance and grabs the medical supplies. Oliver removes Slade's old wrappings on his arm and cleans the wound with water and a cloth, Slade grunts in pain. Oliver wraps Slade's arm with a clean bandage.

Oliver fills up a cup of water and mixes the herbs into the drink before walking over to Slade and passing him the drink. Oliver sits on a cargo crate as Slade drinks in silence for a few minutes.

Slade finishes the drink with one gulp, "tastes like an ashtray," Slade jokes weakly, "but does the Job. Thanks." Slade takes a deep breath, "I owe you one." Slade watches Oliver's face as the kid stares off into space. "You didn't get into any trouble out there?"

"Hum?" Oliver mutters out coming back to reality, "oh, no." Oliver stares into the distance again, "something did happen."

Slade sits up slightly, "go on."

Oliver glances at Slade before sighing, "there was this beaten and tied up man in the cave. He claimed he's the only survivor from a fishing trip with his class."

"And what happened?" Slade asked.

"Well...his story sounded rehearsed. I felt it was a trap, so I left him there tied up."

Slade nods, "they left him alive? Unlikely. You did the right thing kid." Oliver nods weakly. "Hey kid. At Least we know you can survive an hour out there," Slade jokes. While Slade took in this new information in his head.

Two weeks later Slade is back into peak condition and no back into the cold hearted instructor. He is currently sitting in a chair topless as he watches Oliver do pull-ups, "twenty," Slade counts unimpressed as Oliver drops to the floor. Bursting from his chair Slade jumps up and starts doing pull-ups himself with his legs up straight.

"Why the sudden desire to workout?" Oliver asked.

"What else is there to do?" Slade retorts.

"What about making a new plan to get off the island?" Oliver suggests.

"There isn't otherwise I would have found it," Slade states, continuing his pull-ups. "Though I did have an idea. If you go into the forest and gather together enough bamboo…"

"Yeah?" Oliver said naively.

"We could build a boat like they did on Gilligan's island." Oliver frowns releasing what Slade was doing. He spots a radio in the corner and starts fiddling around, inspecting it. "That's dead, busted during the crash"

"Did you even try to fix it?" Oliver retorts.

Slade hesitates not wanting to admit his lack of ability, "I'm better at dismantling things."

Oliver goes around the back inspecting the wires. "My dad did his own maintenance on his aircrafts."

"You're hoping aircraft maintenance is genetic," Slade grins amused.

"No," Oliver retorts. "I used to help and got pretty good. So maybe I can fix the radio."

Slade walks away incredulous, going back to his workout. "You should be training. An evitable fight is looming. If you don't, my lessons will become like hell."

Oliver smiles amused, "I'll train once I've fixed this radio, probably have a better chance." Slade shakes his head throwing an empty gun magazine at Oliver with a smirk. "Hey! What's that for?"

Slade grins, "see. If you trained you could have dodged that."

For the next five days Oliver didn't leave the radio constantly working on it night and day. He is focusing on his work twisting cables and binding them together. Slade walks in the door with a boar tied to a thick bamboo stick behind his back, "Hope you like BBQ" Oliver remains silent continuing his work. "I spent six hours up a tree for this. You could at least thank me."

"What?" Olive mutters looking over his shoulder, "thanks. I eat later."

"Look kid, you've been at that for days. I highly doubt you can fix it," Slade said bluntly before walking to another area of the plane to prepare dinner. Slade stops at the sound of the radio turning, working. "You've got to be fucking shitting me!" Slade throws the boar off his shoulders running to the radio. "Can you unscramble this?"

Oliver has a huge grin at his achievement, "I'm not sure. I don't know how I did this."

Slade picks up the walkie talkie with a large grin, "mayday mayday mayday. This is wedgetail 325, pilot and passenger down." Slade waits for a response and is disappointed when nobody replies. "I repeat, pilot and passenger down on the Chinese island, Yian Yu. Requesting immediate rescue." Slade slams the radio mic down, "they can't hear us and we can't call out. What a waste of time."

Oliver stands up although a little down at not being fully able to fix the radio box, "hey. Well at least we can hear air traffic control."

Slade scoffs, "What good is that?"

Oliver tilts his head, "it means we can hear Fyers' plane arriving. We can prepare for this enviable fight that you are so certain of happening."

Slade chuckles, "we shall see," going back to the boar on the floor and carrying it away to prepare. "You start training tomorrow!"

Later in the day Slade comes back into the plane to see Oliver tinkering the switches on the radio, "leave it kid." Oliver ignores Slade and continues until he pauses in shock as Fyers voice comes through the radio. "I don't fucking believe it." Slade runs to Oliver's side, "you've patched us into Fyers' radio frequency," Slade smacks his back, "good work kid."

They listen to Fyers talk on the radio, "0500 hours from my mark. Final deployment is five by five."

An unknown voice comes over the radio, "Scylla is en route. ETA 0600 hours at the southwest bay."

"Who is that guy?" Oliver asked Slade.

Slade glances at Oliver listening carefully to the radio talk, "I don't know, presumably Fyers' employer."

"I'll call you when Scylla is in my possession, Fyers out."

Slade quickly walks through the plane, "but more importantly who or what is Scylla."

"The Scylla and Charybdis. It's the Odyssey from one of the nightmare chapters." Oliver said before pausing, "Scylla was a monster."

Slade sheathes both swords at the same time, "I want to meet this monster," The darkness sparking up inside him again. Slade walks to the exit, "am I going alone?"