Oliver stares at Slade for a few moments, "no." Oliver picks up a knife and follows after Slade. Oliver and Slade run as fast as possible without giving themselves away to the Fyers' camp on the southwest bay. They crouch behind some rocks and logs

"Where is this Scylla?" Oliver questions as Slade looks through binoculars.

"You were right. Scylla is a monster. The Russian made S300 anti aircraft missile launcher. It can simultaneously track up to one hundred targets at once, while engaging at least a dozen." Slade passes the binoculars to Oliver so he can look for himself. "From here they can shoot down a commercial airliner...or start a war." Oliver looks at Slade as the man's eyes widen, "a commercial airliner...like the ones from China."

"Shit," Oliver breathes out.

Slade looks at Oliver grimly, "Yeah…you can say that again. One of those missiles has an effective range of up to twenty four hundred kilometres. We can't do anything until we know Fyers' plans."

"He's planning on blowing something up." Oliver said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"He'd only need one to do that," Slade snarks back looking at Oliver intensely. "This...this is about starting a war." Oliver opens his mouth to speak but Slade cuts him off already knowing his questions, "doesn't matter who, we have to stop this before thousands of innocents are killed in the crossfire."

Oliver nods at the camp below, "there are dozens of people down there. Even if we could infiltrate the camp, what we gonna do? Put a leash on the missile launcher and walk it back to the plane?"

Slade chuckles at Oliver's joke before looking back through his binoculars and spotting soldiers carrying large boxes of explosives. "Didn't say anything about stealing it."

Oliver turns his head to Slade, "what's the plan? Ambush?" Slade's head snaps to Oliver and eyes up his uniform, his eyes widening. "Be good if we could get all the soldiers in one place," Oliver said before noticing Slade's look, "what?"

"Your right," Slade agrees, patting Oliver's uniform with the back of his hand. "We walk in."

"I don't like this plan," Oliver said with dread.

"It's the only way."

Oliver's face tightens, "...fine."

Slade brings his binoculars up to his face reconing the camp, "good man." Oliver pulls down his balaclava and grabs Slade by the back of the collar dragging him down the path to the camp. They left Slade's swords behind the rocks.

Once they are near the camp Oliver starts their plan, "hey! Hey, I found this intruder while on patrol. I believe Fyers will be very interested." The Soldiers come to the centre from their guard posts.

"Hey. It's Slade Wilson." Said a Soldier as the group approaches readying their rifles, "you killed my friends. You son of a bitch!"

Slade smirks with amusement, "and I'm gonna kill a few more," pulling his arms out from behind his back, a pistol in each hand. Slade fires, killing the three in front and in quick succession tilts his body as he kills the other three by the launcher. Slade grins at Oliver, "you're getting better at this kid." Slade hastily walks to the missile launcher, pistols still in hands. Oliver stands there momentarily frozen in place.

Slade holsters his pistols and opens a crate of explosives. "Come help. The sooner we do this, the sooner we can leave." Oliver takes the explosives from Slade, "place these around the launcher." Oliver runs off as Slade runs over to a few crates and finds a detonator to connect to explosives with a device.

Slade runs around the launcher placing explosives within the tracks between the wheels as Oliver places the explosives around the launcher itself. "Quickly reinforcements will be here soon." Oliver opens the back of the launcher removing the circuit board as a fail safe in the event the launcher doesn't fully blow up, although unlikely. "Set the final charges!"

Slade grabs a radio before running back with Oliver to their vantage point from earlier. Slade grabs his swords and restheaths them on his back. Activating the radio Slade waits for Fyers to speak.

"Fyers here. What's the report?" Fyers orders. Slade chuckles and Fyers immediately knows who it is, "Wilson. You're making a mistake."

Slade smirks, "the way I see it. You're the one making the mistakes, leaving your launcher so poorly guarded."

Fyers is silent for a few moments, "I assume you want to come to some sort of agreement."

"No. I just want you to listen to the sounds of your labour," Slade growls out pressing the button of the detonator.

"Argh! Wilson!" Fyers shouts through the radio, "you have just made your last mistake."

Slade laughs darkly into the radio, "you're gonna have some problem without your right hand." Slade cuts off the radio.

Oliver looks at Slade, "we're not going home then."

Slade nods slowly, "it's a worthy sacrifice to save thousands of lives." Oliver nods in agreement, the signs of the playboy starting to disappear.

At the main camp Fyers punches the desk and in the process hurts his wrist. He looks around at his men before picking up his radio walking out the tent away from everyone.

Fyers looks around before changing the radio frequency, "Fyers here. There's been a complication."

The other end of the line was quiet for sometime. "What kind of complication?"

Fyers' hand shakes with hesitation, "Slade Wilson and his castaway have managed to blow up the missile launcher."

"I am very angry at you Fyers," the unknown man said eerily calm. "I've paid you a lot of money for this."

"I can fix this," Fyers claims, attempting to keep his pride intact.

"I will send another Scylla. It will arrive in four days."

Fyers holds back a sigh, "I will not disappoint."

"You better not...or you'll be the launcher's next target." The man cuts the radio.

Fyers stares at the radio for a few moments before walking back to his men, "gather the men. All of them. Oliver Queen and Slade Wilson die today."

Yao Fei and the men ready their assault rifles and machine guns before marching into the forest. Fyers stops and with four more soldiers walking into the tent housing Yao Fei's daughter to the sight of four soldiers pulling down their trousers and attempting to remove the girl's leggings. Four bangs echo through the tent as the would be rapists hit the ground, "I need her unharmed if my plan is to work." Fyers turns around to the four gesturing behind him with his head, "bring the girl."