Hey guys. Back with another chapter.

This will feature the encounter with Deadshot. I'm eager to see how this turns out.

Let's get this show on the road.

Chapter 5- Deadshot

It was a rainy night at the factory. In their lair beneath it, Oliver and Ella were training themselves, Oliver on a weight puller, and Ella on her salmon ladder.

Oliver voice-over: My name is Oliver Queen. To my family, I am the brother and son who just returned home after being lost at sea for five years. Ella voice-over: I am Ella Queen. To my father's family, I am just the poor orphaned girl he brought back with him from the island.

Oliver voice-over: They don't know we came back home with a mission, to bring justice to our city, and they never can.

Ella voice-over: The men and women we've targeted are dangerous, corrupt, a virulent cancer.

Oliver released his weight lifter, and Ella jumped down from her salmon ladder. They moved silently to the desk.

Oliver voice-over: Cancers like James Holder, whose corporation put defective smoke detectors in low-income housing in the Glades. Ella voice-over: There have been many fires and too many funerals.

Oliver opened the case and removed his bow as Ella strapped her lightsaber to her belt.

Oliver voice-over: But cancers can be fought and conquered. Sometimes all it takes is a surgeon, and the right instrument.

The two of them donned their outfits, then headed out.

(James Holder's home)

James Holder came out onto the roof of his house, dressed in a bathrobe and swimsuit. He was talking on the phone.

"Other than the bill I got handed this morning by my legal team, I'm feeling pretty good. Plus, now that this lawsuit's been settled, we can focus our attention on Unidac Industries." He chuckled, then said, "Ok. I'll see you in the office first thing in the morning."

Holder put down his phone, then turned towards his pool. He raised the bottle in his wand, ready to open it, when there was a whish and the bottle shattered. Holder jerked back, startled. Then, he turned to the right. There he was. The man in the hood.

"I have armed security inside. All I have to do is call out," he told the Hood. Then, he heard another noise, one he had never heard before. He turned around, and saw the Witch, he purple laser sword glowing in her hand, and she stalked slowly towards him from around the pool.

"They can't hear you," she said, throwing the guns she had taken from his security at his feet.

"What the h*** do you want?" he asked the Hood.

"How many people died in those fires? How many?" the Hood demanded. Holder leaned back a little, aware of the fact the hum of the Witch's laser sword was growing slightly louder.

Unknown to three, about a hundred yards away, on another roof, a man sat with his sniper rifle pointed at the roof, using his rangefinder to help him aim.

"The courts say you don't owe your victims anything. I disagree," the Hood said to Holder, both unaware the sniper had locked Holder in the center of his rangefinder. His finger rose to position around the trigger.

"James Holder," the Hood began, "You-"

Suddenly, the cracks of rifle shots rang out. A spurt of blood came from Holder's chest. The Hood spun around, shooting blindly to where he thought the shot had come from. Holder, already dead, splashed into his pool.

The sniper fired several more shots. They missed. He fired at the Witch, but she easily blocked the bullets with her laser sword.

The shots stopped. Both the Hood and the Witch looked at the floating body of James Holder. The Hood then looked to see he had actually been hit. It wasn't bad though.

They looked again at the body of James Holder. He was dead, but not because of them.

There was a new player out there.

(The factory)

Oliver set down a piece of gauze he had used to soak up some of his blood for testing. Meanwhile, Ella sewed up the wound from the sniper's bullet. Oliver found it slightly amusing she could do this without flinching, but was severely unnerved by paparazzi. He realized he'd found an effective teasing tool to use on his daughter later.

Oliver brought the gauze piece to another table to get a better look at it.

Oliver voice-over: It's no surprise a man as corrupt as James Holder has more than one enemy. Oliver opened the notebook and and crossed off Holder's name.

Oliver leaned back in his chair. He was feeling weird. "You okay, dad?" Ella asked with concern.

He nodded, still feeling a little woozy. He stood up, only to stumble. "Dad!" Ella said with concern, grabbing him to steady him.

Ella looked at the blood stains on his shirt on his shoulder, and immediately diagnosed the problem. "The bullet. It was poisoned."

She forced her father back into the chair, grabbed a water bottle, and ran to his case. She looked through it until she found the herbs they'd brought back from the island. She hurried over to her dad, forced the herbs into his mouth, and handed him the water bottle. He quickly drank, then dropped the bottle and lay back in the chair, suddenly feeling very tired. "Dad, are you okay?" Ella asked. He slowly nodded his head, before fading off.

He woke up hours later, Ella sitting next to him, watching him. "Thank goodness you're awake," she said, "You fell asleep for little while."

She paused, then said, "It's been a while. We should hurry home. Your mom will be worried about us."

Oliver threw back his head, sighed, then grabbed his jacket, and he and Ella hurried out of the factory.

(Not much later, Queen Mansion)

Oliver and Ella walked into the living room. They immediately saw something that disturbed them. Two police officers were talking to Moira and Walter. The immediate thought that ran through Ella's head was, Oh no. They found out it's us. Then, she and Oliver noticed Thea sitting on the couch, looking bored and unhappy. Part of Ella breathed a sigh of relief, while another immediately started to feel suspicious.

Then, Diggle turned around. Ella hadn't even noticed him. Oliver asked him, "What happened? Thea ok?"

Diggle nodded, then explained the situation. "Cops brought her home. She and some of her friends broke into a store, tried on some dresses last night. Lit up the breathalyzer like a Christmas tree."

Oliver and Ella looked at Thea, disbelief filling them, especially Oliver. He knew Thea wasn't the same person she was before the accident, but he hadn't imagined she'd reached this level.

Diggle took a deep breath, then said, "So how was your evening, sir?"

"You mean after we said we had to use the bathroom and we never came back?" Oliver asked. Diggle just nodded before saying, "I guess from now on, I'll be watching you pee."

The three of them just stared at each other before Oliver moved towards what was happening in the room, Ella behind him. Walter was just thanking the officers, and offered to escort them out. He and the two officers quickly left the living room.

Moira looked after them, then turned to Thea. "Last time it was public intoxication. This time breaking and entering. My, how we are moving up in the criminal world."

"You know, when you pay off the store owner, you should check out the merchandise. They got some pretty killer outfits," Thea said. Ella was surprised. It was like she didn't even care.

Moira seemed to be getting impatient. The instant Thea stopped talking, she ordered, "Thea, go get ready for school."

Thea looked at her mother and said, "Uhh, you know, I was thinking of taking a sick day."

Moira looked at Thea for a moment before she relented and said, "Fine. Go get some sleep."

Smiling triumphantly, Thea turned away and walked out of the room. As she passed Oliver and Ella, she said, "You look like crap."

As she left the room, Oliver turned to his mom and asked, "You're letting her play hooky?"

Moira sighed a little and said, "When your sister gets like this, it's best to give her her space." "She's testing you," Oliver pointed out.

"Yes. And where'd she learn that from?" Moira asked rhetorically.

"Mom," Oliver said, "When I was her age, you and dad let me get away with murder. Looking back, I could've used less space and more parenting."

Oliver turned away from his mother and walked away. Ella remained where she was for a moment, then said, "He's right. He was a little harsh with me while raising me. And now, I listen to everything he tells me to do." She started to turn away, then smirked and said, "Unless it involves ice cream."

(James Holder's roof)

"It doesn't make sense," said Quentin. "Holder fits the profile," his partner, Hilton said, "Wealthy dirtbag. Red meat for the Hood and the Witch. And we recovered at least one arrow, and a gun from a guard that looked like it had been cut with a laser."

"Yeah," said Lance, "Only this time the cause of death is a double tap through the heart, and our perps don't use firearms."

"Maybe they've finally figured out there's better ways to kill people than with a bow and arrow and a laser sword. Even though that laser sword does block bullets," Hilton said, voicing his slight admiration for the Witch's weapon, a sentiment a number of officers shared, "It's like you said. These two are whackjobs."

Lance looked back at the pool. He still wasn't convinced. Yes, he hated the vigilantes. But still, he wanted to be completely justified in catching them. As much as he hated them, he wasn't going to just pin this crime on them when he had no evidence they'd killed Holder.

(The factory)

Oliver and Ella sat at their desk, analyzing Oliver's blood he'd collected earlier, trying to ID the poison that had been on the bullet. It didn't take long to find a match.

Oliver voice-over: The bullets were laced with curare, a rare and deadly poison. The killer's unique MO.

The two got on their computers and looked to see if any known killers matched this MO. They got a match.

Ella voice-over: This guy has killed all over the world- Chicago, Markovia, Corto Maltese. Interpol even has a code-name for him- Oliver and Ella voice-over: Deadshot.

Oliver voice-over: I was prepared to give James Holder a chance to right his wrongs, but Deadshot has no morality, no honor, no code. He doesn't kill for justice, which makes him as dangerous as anyone on our list. Ella voice-over: In fact, it puts him right at the top.

(Later, the factory's upper floor)

Oliver opened up the door, spreading his arms wide. "What do you think?" he asked as he walked in. Tommy, Ella, and Diggle followed him.

"Great spot for a nightclub, or what?" Oliver asked. "Sweet," Tommy said, "Though I got to tell you man, if you're thinking about calling it Queen's, I don't think you're going to get the clientele that you were hoping for."

"Private office," Oliver said, pointing towards where he was thinking of putting said office. "For the private one-on-one meetings, I'd imagine," Tommy said. Ella rolled her eyes. Honestly, the dude was kinda creepy with all the sexual references he made.

"Hopefully the occasional two-on-one meeting," Oliver said. "Guys!" Ella exclaimed, "Watch your language around the kid!" She tried to say it so she knew she meant it, but tried to be a little humorous about it.

"Right. Sorry," Tommy said with a smile. He kept forgetting Ella was always around now.

"Man, are you sure you wanna do this?" Tommy asked Oliver, "It's not like you really have any experience in running a...well, running anything."

"I've got experience raising Ella. It can't be much worse than that," Oliver said. "Hey!" Ella protested. Oliver and Tommy laughed, and even Diggle smiled a little.

Tommy stopped laughing and said, "How about tomorrow night, the two of us will go out and scope out the competition. There's a new club opening downtown. It's called Poison. Max Fuller owns it."

"Max Fuller?" Oliver asked, his attention pulled out of his own thoughts about the club being cover, "I slept with his fiancee."

"La-la-la, not listening!" Ella said, plugging her fingers in her ears. She walked away a little, saying, "Not listening! Not listening!"

Oliver and Tommy laughed again, then Tommy said, "Doesn't matter. Who stays mad at a castaway?" Tommy immediately realized that was a stupid question, as he'd already had that answered when he and Oliver went out through the city his second day back.

Suddenly, Tommy's phone went off. He looked at it and said, "Ah, shoot. Got roll. I'll see you later buddy." He then walked out of the factory. Only once he walked away did Ella come back.

"Is it over?" she asked. "Yes," Oliver said with a chuckle before he turned to Diggle.

"So. What do you think?" he asked Diggle. "Well, I'm here to provide security, sir, not commentary," Diggle responded.

"Oh, come on, Dig. Do me a favor. Speak freely. Please," Oliver said. Diggle was quiet for a moment, his eyes flitting around, before he said, "Well, this is the Glades, right? Your rich white friends wouldn't come to this neighborhood on a bet."

"I am Oliver Queen, right?" Oliver said, "People would stand in line for 3 hours if I opened a club." "And no one who actually lives in the Glades would see a penny of those cover charges," Diggle responded.

"So we make it a successful business. Gentrify the neighborhood," Oliver said.

"I was wondering when we would get to that," Diggle said. When Oliver and Ella looked confused, he elaborated. "The white knight swooping in to save the disenfranchised. And all by his lonesome, with no help from anybody."

"Wow," Oliver said, "You don't think very much of me, do you?"

"No, sir, I actually have a very high regard of how perceptive you are," said Diggle, "But, what would you do with Ella when you're running the club?"

"Oh, she'll stay at home," said Oliver, but not saying his true plans.

Diggle smiled, then walked off.

Oliver voice-over: The nightclub will conceal my base and provide an alibi for where Oliver Queen spends his nights. Getting that alibi for Ella will take a little longer, but we'll make it work.

(Later that day, alley near James Holder's home)

Oliver and Ella walked through the alley, trying to find one of Deadshot's bullets. Based on where they estimated he was at when he fired, and the angle, and the power of his rifle, they estimated where one of his bullets that overshot might have gone. It didn't take long before they finally found the place.

Oliver turned to Ella and nodded. She looked up at the building, crouched, then sprang up, using the Force to boost her jump. She landed on a windowsill, and saw on of the bullets just a few feet from her. She reached out her hand, and, using the Force, pulled it out of the concrete and into her palm.

(The Police station)

Quentin sat at his desk, looking through photos taken at the crime scene of Holder's murder. Again, something just wasn't adding up.

HIlton walked in. "Got ballistics back on the Holder murder. They pulled two 7.62 millimeter bullets out of him. According to stripling and size of the entry wound, they estimate the shots were fired from approximately a hundred yards away."

That information just gave Quentin more fuel for his theory. "A hundred yards? What, so the Hood of Witch shoots him from another building, goes over to his place, take out his security, the Witch cuts a gun in half, and the Hood fires off a few arrows?"

Hilton continued with the ballistics info. "And according to his tox screen, his blood contained high concentrations of strychnos toxifera." When Quentin showed he didn't understand that, Hilton simplified it. "Curare. It's a kind of poison."

More fuel for Quentin. "Oh. Ok, so now we switch from arrows and a laser sword to sniper bullets and poison. I'm not buying it." He was sure now. The Hood and the Witch had been there, but someone else had killed Holder before they could anything.

Quentin started to stand up as Hilton said, "We still found arrows on the scene, and a gun that looked like it was cut with a laser. Solid evidence the Hood and the Witch were there."

Quentin sighed as he walked past Hilton, and Hilton asked him, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get my own evidence," said Quentin before he walked out. If somebody else was out there, who may be more ruthless than the Hood and the Witch, then that took priority.

(The Factory)

Oliver looked at the bullet Ella had retrieved under a microscope, while Ella studied the projection of it on a screen. There had to be something in this bullet that could help them trace Deadshot. Oliver looked up at the screen too, then turned to his computer, and found something.

Oliver voice-over: 7.62 millimeter rounds. The money trail leads back to the Bratva...the Russian mob. Finally, some good luck.

(James Holder's roof)

Quentin walked around the pool, looking for anything that could possibly be a clue that the SCPD hadn't already caught. He knelt down by the pool, looked in it, then looked around. He spotted an office building nearby, then straightened up. There was an outside terrace someone can go on. And looking at it, it seemed to be about a hundred yards away. The same distance the bullets had travelled before hitting Holder.

(The streets of Starling)

Dressed in a T-shirt and baseball cap, Oliver made his way along the street, with Ella right behind him, dressed in a sweater and a baseball cap of her own. They were on their way to find the Bratva in Starling.

Soon, they came upon a car repair shop. A door on the side had Cyrillic on it. They took off their hats before they entered.

Inside, they heard the sound of welding gear. As they walked in, they saw a few men working on a car.

Oliver spoke up, speaking in Russian. "We're looking for Alexi Leonov." The men stopped what they were doing and turned to Oliver and Ella. One of them said, in Russian, "There's no one here by that name."

"Not in your garage," Ella said in flawless Russian. She and her father stepped forward before Oliver said, "In the basement underneath."

The man who had spoken looked to the other men. They stepped out, and pulled out guns. Both Oliver and Ella quickly grabbed them and pushed the men's arms down, preventing them from moving. The men cried out in pain. They then pulled the guns out of their grips and removed all the bullets.

Oliver then pulled down part of his shirt, revealing his tattoo. "I'm Bratva," he said in Russian, then pointed to Ella. She pulled up her sleeve, revealing a similar tattoo near her shoulder. Oliver said, "And she is my daughter. She is recognized by Bratva."

After a moment of silence, Oliver said, "We want to see Alexi Leonov."

The man who had spoken, who seemed to be the leader, stepped forward. "Pleased to meet you," he said in English, revealing his identity. Oliver and Ella inclined their heads.

Alexi led them down a stairwell to the basement. "I am sorry," he said, "We meant no disrespect to a captain and his daughter. Particularly an American one."

Alexi led them over to a table. "So," he said, "How can I be of assistance?"

Oliver was quiet for a brief moment, then said, "I'm in the market for a hired gun. Someone's the organization's used before. His calling card is a 7.62 millimeter round laced with curare."

Alexi looked at them for a brief moment, then said, "I know no man who uses such tools." Ella sensed he wasn't being completely truthful, but could also sense his lingering doubt over them being Bratva, or recognized by Bratva in her case.

"But you can find out who does," Oliver said.

"First, we will drink to each other's health," said Alexi, "Then I will look into the identity of this man that you seek." He and Oliver downed a glass, while Ella looked on. She hadn't been given a glass, but even if she had, she wouldn't have drunk it. She'd tasted it once before, and hated it.

As Oliver and Alexi lowered their glasses, Alexi said, "I will also confirm that you are really Bratva captain. Should this not be the case, I will send my mechanic here to find you and kill you and your family."

Oliver and Ella looked straight at him, emotionless, not saying a word. On the off chance this somehow didn't work, they could end up with a very messy situation on their hands.

I think I will end it there for now. Chapter 6 will be up before long.

I hope everyone liked this chapter. Also, to answer any questions about this before they arise, I decided that since she is still so young, and would've been even younger when Oliver was inducted into the Bratva, it wouldn't be right to make her a full Bratva member. But, since she is Oliver's daughter, I decided to give her some status of recognition by the Bratva so she could accompany Oliver on trips like this to see the Bratva and be safe doing it.

That's enough for now. Until next chapter, please review, and stay updated.

Raptor2216 out.