Upon waking Leonard was greeted by an argument

"...we are not leaving!" Sara was fiercely insisting to a very flustered Martin Stein.

"Ms. Lance, I think given the circumstances leaving should not be altogether dismissed. Dealing with the police is one thing. Dealing with the kind of people who attacked you and Leonard however.." the elderly professor was saying.

"Where am I," Leonard interrupted groggily looking around.

"Len!" Sara exclaimed running over to make sure he was ok.

"You are currently in a hospital Leonard," Stein informed him.

"What happened?" Leonard asked. He remembered Sara aiming her knife at the intruder, and then he'd been shot.

"Sniper," Sara said, her face darkening. "Bastard shot the knife right out of my hand and the bullet deflected and hit you. You were just lucky it didn't anything vital."

"And our guest?" Leonard queried, fully awake now

"Just kept on walking," Sara grimaced, "Right on out of the window."

"The police found a hole above the window where it appears a wire was attached, allowing your attacker to leave and enter from the building across the street." Stein clarified.

"Where's the rest of the crew?" Leonard asked

"Outside, in the waiting room," Sara answered. "I'll go call them in now"

"I'd wait on that," Oliver Queen interrupted as he entered the room, partner John Diggle in tow.

"Detective Queen," Leonard drawled, "How kind of you to come by. Turns out I'm gonna be ok."

"That's great Snart, do you think you could describe your attacker for me." Oliver replied briskly, ignoring Sara and Stein's smirks in the process. After Leonard described the attacker, Oliver and Diggle exchanged a look, and then got up to leave.

"That's it?" Stein asked, "You have no further questions."

"None are needed," Diggle informed him. "We already know who attacked you."

"Who?" Sara asked, in a dangerous low voice.

"He's known as the Panther," Oliver answered, "He's a well known mercenary, been active for two years, got 16 counts of murder attached to his name, along with a host of other charges."

"Any advice?" Leonard asked sarcastically.

"Do what he says," Oliver answered, "If he's after you, it's because someone paid him to do it, and he never fails on a contract." And with that the two detectives left the room.

"Sara?" Leonard asked, "When the Panther was leaving, he put a set of images on the table. What were they?"

Sara hesitated, before showing him the pictures. They were of Laurel, Lisa, Mrs. Jackson, Clarissa, Sidney Palmer, and Carter Hall. Each photo was taken through the scope of a rifle.

Leonard looked up at Sara and Stein. "This job just got a lot more complicated."

The Lawton Crib

"Do you think they'll listen to your warning?" Floyd asked his brother as they entered their lair, one side covered in rifle racks and wrist-guns, the other adorned with katanas and throwing knives.

"Doubt it," his brother replied, taking off his suit.

"If the pretty lady's reaction to your rifle pics was any indication, I doubt actually killing one of them would do much to help your cause," Floyd continued.

"You're right, I don't want to create a martyr for this group," the Panther agreed, thinking.

"So if you aren't gonna kill someone they love how will you convince a group of professional thieves to leave mid-heist?"

"Killing one of them or a loved one will give them motivation, a reason to finish the job. I need to do the opposite. I need to demoralize, make their every night in this city a living hell. Make them question why they even wanted to come here. We're gonna execute the Ghost Protocal."

Floyd considered the decision, slowly grinning, "Karl Lawton, you dirty dog. This is gonna be fun."

Big Belly Burger

"It was you wasn't it?" Diggle asked.

"What?" Oliver asked, confused.

"You were the one who set the Panther on the Legends," Diggle continued.

"What makes you say that?" Oliver wondered.

"Come on Oliver, cut the crap. I think we both know there's only one person with the money, means and motive to hire the Panther to scare the Legends off." Diggle interjected.

"Means?" Oliver asked

"Don't bullshit me Queen. I know it wasn't an accident that both China White and Frank Bertinelli ended up with katanas in their bellies after Felicity was caught in between a shootout."

Oliver sighed. "There was no choice. We weren't gonna catch them the regular way."

"Look," Diggle sighed, making his friend and partner look him in the eye, "I'm not gonna sit here and try to convince you to undo something that you clearly have already done. I just want to make sure you haven't sold your soul again out of desperation."

"No need," Oliver insisted, "This is not the same situation at all."

"I sure hope so," Diggle stated, "For your sake."