I walked over to Oliver and he handed me the bow. I couldn't help but ask, "Oliver what's your last name?" He looked at me confused and said, "Don't you know? I'm Oliver Queen." My eyes widened. I knew exactly who Oliver Queen was; I've just never really seen his face, just glances of him on T.V. "Wow," I said amazed, "I'm standing in front of Oliver Queen. Well, and Green Arrow." He smiled and put in, "Don't be too surprised or shocked; I'm not all that." He fastened the quiver filled with arrows around my back gently and stood by my left side to watch me shoot.

I was a left-handed shooter, so I drew the arrow back with my left hand, and held the bow in my right. I aimed at the target that was painted with five colors and held my breath. I exhaled as I released the arrow and watched it sail to the target. The arrow flew and hit in the yellow, the color outside of the bull's eye. "Nice shot," he admitted, looking more impressed than I thought he would be. I nodded slightly and drew back another arrow quickly and shot it in the same area, but this time is was closer to the red painted in the center. I continued to shoot in the same general spot of the target, until I was down to one arrow left. "Here," he offered, standing behind me and steadied my right hand with his and helped my aim with his left hand. He was so close to me. I tried not to act awkward and stupid, because I was on the verge of doing so. With his arms and hands over mine, he helped me aim a little more to the right and he told me to release. I did, and the shot went straight in the center. "Thanks," I said trying not to stutter. "You're welcome," he replied with a slight grin.

He led me over to some of the computers to start showing me everything, but then suddenly I noticed on one of his screens showed a group of men, maybe twenty, were robbing a bank and killing innocent people. I started tapping his shoulder rapidly and nervously and he turned in my direction immediately. I pointed to the camera and his eyes widened as he stared at all of the men breaking an entering. "It's time to go," he said his voice rushed. "What do you think I'm going to do? Kill somebody?" He rolled his eyes and handed me a very dark green suit and a black mask. "Put this on," he informed. I took the suit and examined it for a second. My size. How does he….? I shook the thought away. I pulled myself into the suit and rushed back to him. Oliv—or the Man in the Green Hood, was the Man in the Green Hood. I couldn't see half of his face. He motioned me over and we got into the car. He started speeding to the bank. "Can you fight?" I nodded. "I've taken some classes." "Good," he added, "You'll need it."

We sped up to the bank and I tied my bright blonde, hair back. This seemed so unrealistic to me. I've just met this man and I'm already on a mission with him to fight crime! We met just an hour ago! I tried my hardest to relax and act like this happened all of the time like Oliver did. I couldn't. The suspense and nerves I had were killing me. We arrived at the back of the bank, away from the crowd so we could show up unnoticed, and got out of the car.

We climbed to the top of the building, Oliver with ease, and me with only slight difficulty. He hasn't trained me at all. I'm not even sure if I'm going to stay with him. At the top of the building we broke a hole in the ceiling and jumped down in. He laid a firm grip on my shoulder he looked at me with concern and said, "Don't get hurt, Hazel." I nodded and watched him disappear. I walked down the steps slowly, but stopped and checked my pant pockets. Three knives and one small handgun were in them. How could I have not noticed? I pulled out the handgun, considering it was the most effective weapon and continued to walk down the stairs. About five men were inside, and the rest were outside dealing with Ollie. I thought for a second then put the gun back quietly. I slid out a throwing knife and threw it flawlessly at the man working on the safe. In self-defense class you learn a lot of things. The knife slammed into the man's chest, knocking him over. I stood there frozen. I had just killed someone.