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"What… are you doing here?" Oliver demanded, shocked as Slade let go of Oliver's hand.
"Mr. Wilson just made a sizable contribution to my campaign." Moira explained, looking at Oliver in disapproval.
"Well, I felt compelled." Slade smiled. "It was the least I could do for your mother. And what this city needs is a pro-business mayor like Moira to spread growth through urban investment."
"And we were just discussing how to combat the rising wage gap." Moira explained.
"And the answer to that lies in your budget proposal." Slade approached Moira, putting a hand on her shoulder, to Oliver's discomfort. "You know, when I look at your mother, I think about everything you went through during the quake. All I can say is that she and I have something in common."
"What's that?" Moira asked.
"I know how difficult it is to pick yourselves up, when other people have written you off." Slade replied.
"Indeed." Moira said as she turned to Oliver.
"What's wrong, Mr. Queen?" Slade asked Oliver, feigning worry. "You look a little piqued."
"I'm fine, thank you." Oliver quickly composed himself.
The maid went into the room with a food cart. "Oh, thank you, dear. Oliver, Mr. Wilson was kind enough to bring a bottle of authentic Australian rum." Oliver looked at the food cart and saw the icepick as an idea hit him. "Will you join us in a drink?" Moira asked him, waking him from his thoughts.
"Yes, of course." Oliver said.
"Wonderful." Slade prepared three glasses.
"What shall we drink to?" Moira asked as Slade handed her and Oliver the glasses.
"To friendship." Slade said as they raised their glasses and drank.
"Oh, delicious." Moira lowered the glass.
"This here is a beautiful piece." Slade looked at the model of a boat, examining it. "Tell me, does your family spend much time on the water?"
"Uh, no. Not since my late husband." Moira said hesitantly.
"I'm sorry, Moira." Slade said in feigned regret. "I do remember reading about that accident in the paper." He turned to Oliver. "You were a brave soul."
"I don't like to talk about it." Oliver replied.
"I can understand that. All that time on that island..." Slade paused. "It must have been hell for you."
Later, Moira, Slade and Oliver were in a lounge as Slade and Moira were laughing as they sat next to each other. Oliver sat across them with a measuring gaze.
"Are you married, Mr. Wilson? Do you have any children?" Moira asked.
"Sadly, neither." Slade replied.
"Well, there must be someone special in your life." Moira insisted.
Slade sighed as he put his glass on the table. "There was. But she passed away a few years ago."
"I'm sorry." Moira said sadly.
"My mother and I have had to deal with a lot of loss, unfortunately. And eventually, we learned… that just have to move on."
"I don't believe that." Slade said as he smirked at Oliver and moved to the painting on the wall. "You know, I heard that your family has an affinity for the fine arts."
"Yes." Moira said. "My husband amassed quite the collection of 19th century American landscape."
"Hmm. I'd love to see them." Slade proposed.
"Maybe another day." Oliver interrupted them sharply as Moira gave him a pointed look. "My mother and I have some family business we need to discuss, right now."
"I'm sorry." Moira got up from her chair. "My son seems to have forgotten all his manners. Let me just get my staff to open up the rest of the house."
"Thank you." Slade said before he turned around and squeezed Oliver's hand tightly, forcing him to drop the ice picker.
"Mom? Ollie?" Thea called out as Oliver looked at her in alarm.
"Not yet, kid." Slade grinned viciously. "I'm still going to meet the rest of your family."
"Hello?" Thea called out and Oliver kicked the ice pick out of the sight as Slade let him go as they moved away from one another as Thea entered. "Hey, Ollie, have you and Mom talked because this whole 'not speaking' thing…" She stopped herself as she saw Slade.
"Thea, now is not a good time." Oliver said firmly.
"Who's your friend?" Thea asked as she smiled at Slade.
"Slade Wilson." He shook hands with Thea. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard such wonderful things about you from your mother."
"About me?" Thea asked, surprised.
"Thea, good to see you." Moira said as she entered. "This is Slade Wilson and I…"
"They've met." Oliver interrupted her.
"…was about to show him our collection." Moira glared at Oliver shortly. "But you're far better suited. Come." Oliver, Thea and Slade followed her as Oliver felt uncomfortable from how his former best friend, now his probably most dangerous enemy, was getting close to his family.
The Lair
Roy was training with a bow but he missed the target, to his dismay. "Oof. I think eventually I'd hit something."
"Be patient. Ollie makes it look easy." Sara assured him.
Chloe's phone rang as she looked at it. "Oliver? Hello? I think he must have pocket-dialed us." She turned on the speaker.
"And here's a Joseph-Cooper from 1890." Thea said as her voice got Roy's attention.
"Hey, that's Thea."
"That's gorgeous." A male voice with a strong accent said as Sara froze.
"Wait, hold on. I know that voice."
"I actually have a painting from his first solo exhibition in Boston." Slade continued.
"Oh, no." Sara paled.
"Who is that?" Diggle asked, suddenly concerned.
"His name is Slade Wilson." Sara explained as Chloe and Diggle widened their eyes. "And unless we stop him, he's gonna kill Oliver and his entire family. We have to move. Now." She ran to grab her weapons.
"Sara, are you sure?" Chloe insisted. "Absolutely sure?"
"I thought he was dead." Diggle remembered.
"I'm sure. That's not a voice I'd ever forget." Sara put the knife in the holster on her belt. "What's the biggest gun you got down here?" Diggle pulled out a large sniper rifle. "That might work."
"Might?" Roy asked, confused.
"He has the Mirakuru in him." Sara explained.
"So do I." Roy said.
"Roy, are you sure about this?" Sara asked.
"I'll be fine." Roy assured her.
"I'll call Henry, we're gonna need backup." Chloe said.
"Do it." Sara said. "This is all hands on deck."
Wildcat Gym
Laurel had her gloves on as Henry had in his hands boxing pads as she kept punching them as she panted out and sweat soaked her top.
"You're relentless. I admire that." Ted Grant smiled at her.
Then Henry noticed his phone ringing as he approached it. "Wait a minute. Hey, Chloe, what's… whoa, slow down, what? Are you sure?" He paled. "Oh, God… Yeah, I'm on my way." He hung up as he turned to Ted and Laurel. "Sorry, I gotta go, it's sort of urgent."
"What's going on?" Laurel asked.
"I don't have time to explain but we'll pick this up later, OK?" Henry jumped down from the training ring as he changed his shirt as Laurel and Ted stared, confused.
Queen Manor
"Slade Wilson is dangerous." Sara reminded everyone over the comms as she entered the manor. "No chances, no mistakes."
"I'm in position." Diggle assured her.
"I see them, they're in the north-west hall." Chloe told them.
"I'm here, guys, I'm seeing Slade saying bye to them." Henry said as his car parked near the manor.
"Roy, just get Moira and Thea away from Slade. Don't start a fight, you'll lose. OK?"
"OK." Roy nodded as he entered the front door and Sara snuck into Oliver's room through the window and walked down the hall with the knife in her hand as Slade was at the door with Moira. "Thea, you're home?" He called out.
"Roy!" Thea said in surprise. "I thought I was meeting you at Verdant."
"Oh, yeah." Roy glanced at Oliver, who subtly nodded.
"Uh, this is, uh…" Moira paused.
"I'm Roy Harper." Roy extended his hand to Slade.
"Slade Wilson." He replied as they shook each other's hand and gripping them tightly. "It's a particularly firm handshake you have there, son."
"Yeah, you too." Roy nodded.
"Ollie. There you are." Sara appeared on the top of the stairs as Oliver subtly shook his head and Sara hid the knife, subtly nodding.
"Sara, we didn't hear you come in." Moira said as she approached Oliver.
"I didn't want to interrupt the tour." Sara looked at Slade, who looked at her in surprise shortly but quickly composed himself.
"Mr. Wilson, this is my son's girlfriend. Sara Lance." Moira introduced as Sara moved next to Oliver.
"Of course." Slade smiled. "You are just as famous. I mean, it's hard to find that special someone, who means everything to you. You were very lucky."
"So…" Oliver looked around before turning his attention towards Slade. "What would you like to do now? Mr. Wilson."
Slade smirked at Oliver and Sara before briefly glancing at Roy. "Well, I'd hate to break up the party but I think I should be going." He smiled as Moira showed him to the door. "I look forward to seeing more of you, Moira."
"Oh." Moira gapped, blushing as he kissed her cheek.
"Dig's got a shot lined up outside." Sara whispered to Oliver.
"Mr. Wilson." Oliver said suddenly. "May I walk you to your car?"
Oliver was accompanying Slade towards his car as Diggle was having him in his gunsight and Henry was observing the situation from his car. "You got a shot?" Suddenly, a shadow knocked Diggle out. "Diggle, are you there? John, do you copy?"
Oliver was accompanying Slade towards his car. "Cyrus Gold, the man in the skull mask, all this was you. They worked for you." He realized.
"Well, I have my allies, just as you have yours. John Diggle for example." Slade said. "I suppose you're wondering, why he hasn't taken his headshot. Don't worry, he's still alive. For now."
"Slade, what do you want?" Oliver demanded as Slade entered his car and rolled down the window, looking at Oliver.
"Five years ago, I made you a promise. Do you remember?" Slade asked as he nodded. "Well, I'm here to fulfill it. I'll see you around, kid." He drove off as Oliver stood there alone in the dark.
Later, the Lair
"Oh, God." Chloe wiped her face. "What are we gonna do now?"
"We need to stop him. Once and for all." Sara said. "Everyone we love is in danger. Our families, our friends…"
"We'll find a way to take him down." Oliver promised.
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