The next day Oliver wakes up and climbs out of bed wiping the tiredness from his eyes with his hands. Removing his hands Oliver blinks his eyes into focus only to see Shado standing in front of him with a quiver full of arrows and the longbow. She holds out her hand to Oliver, "time to learn how to shoot." Oliver glances down at her hand before taking it onto his own.

Shado leads him down into the forest until they find a nice little opening with trees perfectly laid out to use a practice. Shado hands him the bow and an arrow and Oliver clumsily nocks the arrow to the bowstring. "Set your sight," Shado instructs.

Oliver let's lose the arrow flying past the tree. Oliver sighs motioning with his bow into the distance, "it hit a tree." Shado has her hands on her hips before swivelling on her feet, taking another arrow out of the quiver and pressing the arrow against Oliver's chest. "Set your sight," Shado repeats. "Hit the tree..."

"Yet me guess, breathe?" Oliver said looking at Shado briefly through the corner of his eyes. He again nocks the arrow clumsily, drawing back the bowstring.

"Steady your anchor point," Shado instructs, sliding her hand down his chest. Oliver suddenly finds it difficult to focus, pressing his lips together. He unleashes the bowstring the arrows flies in the air scraping the side of the tree. Luckily for Oliver, he's already had some practice with a bow from Yao Fei. "Good." Oliver briefly turns his head to Shado as she gifts him another arrow, Shado gazes into Oliver's eyes pausing his breathing.

Oliver focuses on his target releasing the bowstring, the arrow punctures the side of the tree. "Well, I got the arrow into the tree this time."

Shado smiles, "you have till sundown." Oliver nocks another arrow and fires hitting further into the tree. "Good."

They are interrupted by the unexpected sound of Slade's voice, "I hope you're getting closer to teaching how to be a proper marksman." Slade said his voice down a few octaves, "it's not like our lives depend upon him." Slade walks away glances over his shoulder, his eyes flicking back and forth between the two.

Shado puts her hand on Oliver's back, "try again."

Oliver sighs, "...alright" Oliver doesn't do any better.

Shado takes the bow from Oliver, "you're thinking too much."

Oliver laughs, "never been accused of that before." Shado subtly takes an arrow from the quiver and spins on her feet firing through a tree branch, falling to the floor. Shado fires a second with the same affect. Oliver smiles, "showboat"

Shado ignores him pointing to the distance, "I see my target in the distance. I feel the variation in the wind," Shado describes closing her eyes. "I hear the bowstring tighten and I let go." Oliver and Shado gaze into each other's eyes, "don't think...give into your senses.

Oliver and Shado slowly lean in closer their lips connecting, Oliver wraps an arm around her back. Their lips stay locked for sometime before Shado pulls back, "hit the tree." Oliver nocks another arrow with a sigh and fires, the arrow hitting just off centre of the tree. "Good. We just need to get you consistent and more accurate." Shado leans up kissing him again.

Shado and Oliver enter the plane's former cargo hold where Slade is sitting by a table sharpening his sword with a stone, "so did Robin Hood hit his mark?" Slade drawls, "so back to the drawing board."

"Actually," Shado speaks up stepping in front of Slade, "he hit his mark," giving Slade a half truth. "Now are we going to plan my father's rescue."

Slade silently frowns, "what do you have in mind?"

Shado smiles, "we will infiltrate Fyers camp."

Slade stands up sheathing his sword, "rescuing your father isn't going to be a walk in the park. If we're infiltrating who's going to cover our back."

Shado nods at Oliver, "him."

Slade leans closer to Shado, "him? You must be joking."

"He hit his mark," Shado repeats.

"And I'm not inclined to believe something I haven't seen myself," Slade bites back. Oliver silently sighs shaking his head, something has changed with Slade.

Shado frowns crossing her arms for a few moments, "alright. I'll prove it." Shado picks up a water bottle and crosses the plane placing the bottle on a crate. She turns to Oliver, "hit the bottle."

Oliver grabs the bow from where Shado left it and nocks an arrow taking a breath like Yao Fei taught and following Shado's advice from earlier releases the bowstring, the arrow penetrates the metal bottle but didn't hit dead centre. Slade stands up in shock, "well I'll be damned."

Shado crosses her arms with a small smirk, "believe me now?" Shado and Slade hear leaves rustling and immediately jump into action ready for an attack.

Yao Fei walks through the entrance and Shado runs up to him hugging him tightly, "papa." Yao Fei doesn't hug back and Slade circles around him to Oliver's side with an unreadable yet intense expression. Shado pulls back looking at her father in concern.

"How did you escape?" Slade demands his hand already going to his sword handle.

"I didn't," Yao Fei replies emotionless. Dozens of soldiers storm through the planes' many openings. Shado looks at her father hurt and betrayed.

Slade glares at Yao Fei in anger, "son of a bitch," charging for him but immediately drops to the floor from a soldier's rifle.

Yao Fei steps around his daughter as Oliver gets down on one knee besides Slade. Yao Fei looks down at the pair, "your time on this island is at an end." The soldier smacks their rifle butts against Oliver, Shado and Slade's foreheads knocking them out. "Take them back to camp."

The camouflaged military truck pulls up at the camp and much to Oliver and Slade's horror, an anti aircraft missile launcher. The trio are each grabbed by a soldier being shoved off the back and taken to the main tent, their wrists restrained, where Yao Fei waits for them.

Oliver spots the guy from the cave earlier in the year. The man smirks going back to the monitor as Oliver attempts to jump him but is held back by his guards. "No. We don't have the luxury of vendettas." Shado stares at her father in disbelief. "You led Fyers right to us!" Slade growls.

Yao Fei steps closer defensive, "Fyers wanted to unleash his launcher on the entire forest to eliminate you." He looks at his daughter, "this way you have a chance."

Slade goes to speak as Fyers leans underneath the netting as he steps into the tent," everyone here for the end. How fitting?"

"Of what?" Oliver asked, a hint of anger coming through. "What's this for ?" Fyers walks away to Allen at the comms.

A pilot's voice comes over the Radio, "HKIA, this is Ferris Air flight 637 out of Berlin nonstop to Hong Kong. We are steady on approach at thirty three thousand feet with winds at fifteen knots. ETA, two hours fifteen minutes. Over."

The guy from the cave activates his radio, "Ferris 637, this is HKIA. Adjust course to 0.6 degrees south, eleven minutes. Over." Fyers moves to stand his communications guy's side.

"Rodger HKIA," the pilot agrees. "Why the change in flight path?"

"Nothing to be concerned about, 637. Um...just looking to avoid some turbulence," Allen explains falsely. Oliver watches the man puzzled as Slade glances at him, Shado hadn't averted her eyes from her father who's completely ignoring her.

"Rodger. Adjusting course." The pilot notes.

Allen cuts off the comms, "Sir, the plane will be in range in twenty six minutes."

Fyers doesn't take his eyes off the monitor as he steps back. "Good. Keeping tracking the plane."

"Fyers, that's a commercial airliner," Oliver comments. "It can't land here."

Fyers' cold eyes turn to Oliver, "it won't be landing anywhere. I'm going to destroy it." Oliver looks out the tent at Scylla II in realisation.

Oliver strains against the guards holding him back, "what?! What purpose would that help?"

Fyers slowly walks closer, "when the New York stock exchange reopened after 9/11, the Dow Jones dropped nearly six hundred and eighty five points. Can you even begin to comprehend what would happen to China, the second largest economy if all air travel was grounded, both in and out indefinitely?"

Slade nods his head in amusement and a slight disbelief, "you want to destabilise China's economy." It wasn't a question.

"No," Fyers denies staring at Slade, "it's what my employer wants. We have more than enough missiles to shoot down any aircraft approaching the mainland."

"How did you get another missile launcher so quickly?" Oliver asked, curious.

Fyers stops inches from Oliver, smacking his cheek none too gently, "my employer is rather resourceful. Anyway...it will decimate China's economy." Fyers swivels on his feet approaching Yao Fei, "especially when a rogue soldier in China military claims responsibility….you see no matter how inconvenient you were, you're always worth more to me alive than dead."

"Then you should have killed me," Yao Fei retorts, "cause I won't do it."

"Really?" Fyers whispers smugly, "I'm so glad you said that." The soldiers shove Oliver, Slade and Shado onto their knees, "you either do it or you watch as I have them killed one by one." Fyers turns around shooting Slade in the thigh and knee and Shado in the shoulder before pistol-whipping Oliver below the eye, causing a gash blood pouring down his cheek.

Yao Fei runs up to Shado's side, "Shado! Shado!"

"Like I said, I need you alive but I can kill the ones you care for." Fyers snarls out darkly.