RISE OF THE SHADOWS PART 4
Malcolm looked out over the city standing in his former office at Merlyn Global that now belonged to Tommy his son who he left in charge. It had been some time since he stepped foot into the building and since he last saw Tommy. He could hear footsteps approaching the room and turned as the door open to see Tommy fully dressed in a black suit. Malcolm could feel the instant tension that came over the room when Tommy saw his father.
"Hello, dad," Tommy greeted.
"Surprise to get my call?" Malcolm asked taking a seat across from Tommy who sat down at his desk.
"I was, which brings me to my first question. Why are you here?"
"Can I not visit my son whenever I come back to town," Malcolm answered.
"All that tells me is you are not here to see me. So why are you really back in Starling?"
"Well you have become quite observant," he said admiring his son.
"I run a multibillion dollar company so I really don't have a choice," Tommy said bitterly.
"I'm actually here to help a friend that got in touch with me," Malcolm tells his son.
"Well thanks for stopping by but I have a lot of work to get done," Tommy said turning to the computer on his desk.
"Of course," Malcolm said getting up from the chair. "I know the workload that comes from running a company."
Moira sat in her living room tapping her foot on the ground rapidly as she waited for Malcolm to show up. She has not seen him for some time and she wishes he would have just stayed gone. He was probably going to get the group back together and commence with the Undertaking they were planning all those years ago. After losing Oliver and Robert at the same time she knew she needed to think her life over and do what was right. Which meant cutting all ties to the Undertaking and focusing on Thea her only child. The sound of footsteps could be heard against the wooden floors. Taking a deep breath she stood up turning around to see Malcolm standing there in a suit with his hands in his pocket.
"Hello, Moira," he greeted as casually as he could.
"Malcolm," she said trying to stay calm.
"I heard you have been rather distant with everyone," he began to make his way over to her.
"That's rich coming from you. People were starting to think you were dead."
"From the conversation I just had with my son I think he wishes I was."
"I'm sure he doesn't feel that way."
"And how do you feel Moira," he asked suddenly getting closer to her.
"I feel I have made it clear that I no longer have any intention on helping you with your plan."
"It's too late to back out now Moira," he tells her. "You have been helping since the beginning and you will help till the end."
"You don't come back after all this time and try to control me Malcolm," she warned. "I know everything about the plan and I will go to the press with it."
"You'll be outing yourself as well."
"I'm willing to take that chance."
"I'm going to let you think about this. I hope you understand the danger this will put you and your daughter in if you try and go public with this. Think carefully Moira the last thing I want is a feud with my best friend's wife."
Malcolm showed himself out the room as Moira pulled out her phone dialing a number. "He's on the move do whatever it takes."
Malcolm entered his current hotel room where he could tell someone was in the room. In fact he thinks there are quite a few in the room. He casually closed the door pretending to not have noticed the potential attackers. Behind Malcolm two guys in all black wearing ski mask appeared from behind the objects they were hiding behind. One lifted a gun that had a silencer on it getting close to Malcolm until it touched the back of his head.
Malcolm eyes went into total focus as he quickly turned around moving the gunman's arm making him shoot the wall. He hit the potential killer in the throat and then kicked him away but not before snatching his gun out of his hand and shooting the other ski masked man in the head. He could since the next guy coming out of hiding and he quickly shot him in the leg without looking.
He walked over to the downed man putting his foot on his injured leg. "Tell me who sent you?" He stayed quiet and Malcolm shot him in the other leg. "Did you really plan on dying tonight?"
"It was Frank Chen," he confessed looking at the cold stare Malcolm was giving him.
"Figured as much," he said shooting the guy in the head.
Frank Chen was in his office waiting to hear back from the people who he sent to kill Malcolm. Everyone who was going to be involved in the Undertaking went their separate ways and dropped the project. The fact that Malcolm came back after all this time expecting things to be the same was absurd. He suddenly felt a sharp in his chest. He looked down to see that an arrow was shot through his chair. He rotated in the chair to see Malcolm standing there in a black garb holding a bow.
"Don't send amateurs to do a professionals job," Malcolm said as Chen took his last breath.
"I couldn't agree more," someone said.
Malcolm was blindsided by a kick to the face as a man wearing a brown leather jacket with claws on his hands fell from ceiling. Malcolm knew who it was by his reputation alone and knew he was in for a fight. Bronze Tiger was considered one of the best in the world so he wasn't going to underestimate him. Malcolm quickly pulled back an arrow firing it only for Tiger to cut it out of midair and charging at the Dark Archer. The began to trade blows as Malcolm was kicked threw the glass wall of Chen's office tumbling on the ground he got blocking an attack from Bronze Tiger with his bow and then punching his opponent in the face. They went back and forth using their skills to the best of their abilities. Tiger did a spin kick to Malcolm's chest sending him against the wall. Malcolm ducked a swipe from Tiger who left claw marks on the wall. Malcolm uppercutted Bronze Tiger right in the jaw then proceeded to attack with a fierce combo hitting Bronze Tiger in many of his pressure points. Bronze Tiger countered with a strong attack with his claws cutting Malcolm in the stomach and followed with a kick to the side of the head. Malcolm was a little dazed after that hit but was lucky to the notice and raise his bow to block it. He was a caught off guard when his bow was cut in half making him have to roll out the way. He drew his sword backing away twirling his blade. Bronze Tiger approached with a wild like intensity getting ready for another exchange. There blades clashed as the sound of the metal hitting echoed through the halls. Bronze Tiger was barely able to dodge a sword thrust that cut hit cheek as he brought down his claws which were blocked. He kicked Malcom in his side making him fall into the stairwell. Malcolm quickly got up to see Bronze Tiger jumping down the stairs claws raised. Malcolm moved out the way causing the other assassin to get his claws stuck in the wall. Malcolm grabbed Tiger and tossed him further down the stairs and quickly followed him down. Malcolm came down with his sword which Tiger kicked out his hand and now both were without their weapons. They began to trade blows with their fist both using the environment to gain the upper hand. Malcolm flipped over the rails and was followed quickly behind as both fell to the next floor. Malcolm deflected many blows from Tiger before grabbing his arm and tossing hi into the door making them fall into the next hallway. Malcolm pulled an arrow out of his quiver and stuck it into Tiger's leg.
Malcolm took heavy breaths as he watched blood fall from his opponent's leg. "The arrow I stuck you with was laced with poison," he informed him standing up. "You tell me everything I want to know and I'll give you the antidote."
"You'll kill me anyway so what's the point," Bronze Tiger said holding his leg.
"I won't kill you," Malcolm said. "If anything I am a man of my word. Besides your skill are to valuable to go to waste."
"Alright then," Tiger said. "Let's see if you're a man of your word."
"I called this press conference because I have a sin on my conscious that I can no longer bare," Moira said. She was outside with many photographers and reporters waiting to hear what the corporate woman had to confess. On the stage with her was Thea her daughter who just wanted to know what she had to say that was so important. Moira looked at Thea taking a deep breath for she was about to turn her life upside down. "I and other very influential people have been planning-,"
A bullet to the head sent Moira to the ground dead causing people to panic at the sight and leave Thea over her mother's body in tears.
On a building opposite of the scene was the shooter Lawrence Crock holding a rifle. He put his hand to his ear communicator. "It's done."