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From 1.01 "Pilot", there was a raging storm.

Jill was swimming through the ocean, gasping for breath. She was drawn down into the water by the strong current. She struggled to reach the top.

Jill: (voice over) "The day I went missing was the day I died."

From 1.01 "Pilot", in the park in Mexico, there was a big social gathering for the festival.

Jill, Amy, Austin, Angela and Sean were walking along, going through booths.

Jill felt as if something was wrong, looking around.

Shooters were stationed around the festival in the woods, using trees and bushes for cover to be unseen, starting to shoot unendingly.

Jill: (voice over) "At least on the inside."

Many people were shot, falling dead.

Sean tried to get his wife under cover.

Sean was shot when he was saving Angela's life.

Angela was shot, falling dead.

Austin was shot, falling dead.

Jill was horrified, devastated.

Oliver: (voice over) "Years in hell forged us into weapons."

From 1.01 "Pilot", in the basement of the Queen Industrial warehouse, the hideout, Oliver was putting sharp arrows in a quiver.

Jill opened the wooden suitcase, taking out the swords, sharpening them.

Oliver: (voice over) "Which I use to honor a van I made to my father, who sacrificed his life for mine."

From 1.01 "Pilot", in flashback on the lifeboat, Oliver, Robert and the other man were on their lifeboat, exhausted, thirsty and starving.

Robert kissed Oliver's head, drawing a gun, shooting the other man in the head, killing him.

The man's boy fell out of the raft into the ocean.

Oliver looked at Robert in shock.

Robert put the gun to his head. He pulled the trigger, shooting himself in the head, killing himself so that his son could live on.

Oliver: (voice over) "In his final moments, he told me the truth. That our family's wealth had been built on the suffering of others. That he failed our city, and that it was up to me to save it and right his wrongs."

From 1.01 "Pilot", in flashback on the boat, Jill laid down.

Amy sat at her bedside, covering her with the blanket.

The ship started to shake. It tossed and turned, making the girls fall into the wall on the other side.

A wall of the ship was ripped off, water flooding in.

Amy was sliding down toward the gap, reaching toward her sister frantically. "Jill!"

Jill tried to grab her hand. "Amy!"

The water made their hands slip and let go.

Amy was drawn out of the ship into the water, lost forever.

From 1.01 "Pilot", in the hideout, Oliver and Jill were talking after he stitched her wound.

"I'm not doing this just for you," Jill told him.

Oliver nodded. "I know. You're doing this for your family."

Jill sighed, looking down, shaking her head. "I swore that I wouldn't let what happened to them happen to anyone else. And to do that, I need to put these guys in their places."

Oliver nodded.

From 1.01 "Pilot", in the Hunt office, Jill/Sapphire kicked Drakon in the face, jumping up, wrapping her legs around his neck, flipping him to the ground. Drakon picked up her other sword, slashing it toward her. Jill used her sword to block the move.

Jill: (voice over) "But to do that without endangering the people closest to us, I have to be someone else."

Oliver/Arrow found Jill unconscious on the floor from the gunshot.

Lance and Jessica walked in, seeing Oliver and Jill by the window without seeing their real identities, firing.

Oliver slid down the wire claw with Jill, escaping.

Oliver: (voice over) "I have to be something else."

➣ ➣     

Day One 

Night - Queen Industrial - Basement

Oliver was training, shirtless, by lifting cinder blocks with a chain.

Oliver: (voice over) "The men and women Jill and I are targeting are dangerous. Corrupt. Virulent cancers."

Oliver let the cinder blocks fall and crack.

  ➣

Later

Oliver was sitting down at the computers, searching.

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

Oliver saw James Holder's name in his father's journal. He walked toward where his suit was set up next to his bow and arrow.

Oliver: (voice over) "But cancers can be fought and conquered. Sometimes all it takes is a surgical team... and the right instruments."

    ➣ 

Holder House - Outside 

James Holder stood outside his mansion next to the pool, 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. "Okay. I'll see you in the office first thing." He hung up, tossing his phone down on the seats by the pool, taking a drink of beer. An arrow was shot into his beer bottle, making it shatter. James looked toward Oliver/Arrow. "I have armed security inside. All I have to do is call out."

"Go ahead," Oliver told him. "They can't hear you."

Oliver tossed the guns he had taken from the security to the ground.

"What the hell do you want?" James asked.

"How many people died in those fires?" Oliver asked. He raised his voice. "How many?" From a distance away, a shooter was setting up his target on James. "The courts say you don't owe your victims anything. I disagree. James Holder... You--"

The shooter shot James in the heart, killing him.

Oliver instantly turned around, aiming his bow and arrow.

The body of James Holder fell into the pool.

Oliver fired an arrow toward the shooter.

The shooter shot toward him repeatedly.

Oliver took cover behind the wall of the mansion. He had been shot in the shoulder, groaning in pain. He looked toward James's body in the water.

➣ Sapphire Arrow ➣

Queen Industrial - Basement

Oliver was sitting shirtless at the table of the lair.

Jill stood in front of him with medical supplies from the first aid kit, stitching the wound in his shoulder closed. "Did you get a look at the shooter?"

"No," Oliver answered. "Too far and too fast. But it's no surprise a man as corrupt as James Holder has more than one enemy."

Oliver tried to stand, nearly falling over.

Jill stood, catching him before he fell, looking at him worriedly. "What's wrong?"

"The bullet," Oliver answered. "Poison."

Oliver nearly fell again.

Jill put him back into his chair, instantly walking toward her wooden suitcase, opening it, pulling out herbs and water from inside, walking toward Oliver, holding them out to him. "Eat and drink. Now."

Oliver ate the herbs, washing them down with water.

Jill helped him sit up, looking at him worriedly.

    ➣  

Flashback - Five Years Ago 

Day - Lian Yu - Cave

Oliver was inside a cave after being shot with an arrow. He was starting to wake up, looking around in confusion. The arrow was still in his shoulder.

The man who had shot him, with the same green hood, walked in.

"Who are you?" Oliver asked. The man pulled back his hood. He was a Chinese man named Yao Fei. "Why did you shoot me?"

Yao Fei knelt in front of him, grabbing the herbs and a bowl of water, speaking in Chinese. "To protect you. Eat. Drink."

Oliver hesitantly ate the herbs, coughing at the disgusting taste, washing the herbs down with the water from the bowl.

Yao Fei pulled the arrow out of his shoulder, making him groan in pain.

    ➣  

Now

Night - Queen Industrial - Basement

Jill and Oliver were still in the hideout.

Jill helped Oliver stand. "Look, you just go home, okay? I'll stay here, run tests on the poison that the bullet was laced with." Oliver sighed. "Oliver, go home."

Oliver sighed. "Fine."

Oliver grabbed his jacket, walking away, leaving.

Jill watched him go, turning to the computers to run tests like she had told him she would do.

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Day Two 

Morning - Queen Mansion - Hallway

Oliver had gotten some rest, walking through the hallway.

    ➣ 

Living Room 

Oliver walked in.

Skylar and Thea were sitting on the couch.

Moira and Walter were talking to the police.

John heard Oliver come in, turning to face him.

"What happened?" Oliver asked. "They okay?"

John nodded. "The cops brought Thea 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 sighed. "So, how was your evening, sir?"

"You mean after I said I had to go to the bathroom at dinner and never came back?" Oliver asked.

John nodded. "I guess from now on, I'll be watching you pee."

Oliver walked past him toward the others.

"Thank you, officers," Walter told them. "My wife and I appreciate it. I'll see you out."

Walter led the two officers out, leaving.

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

Thea stood. "You know, when you pay off the store owner, you should check out the merchandise. They got some pretty killer outfits."

"Thea, go get ready for school," Moira told her.

"Uh, you know, I was thinking of taking a sick day," Thea told them.

"Fine," Moira told her. "Then get some sleep."

Thea smirked, walking out, leaving.

Skylar looked at Oliver. "You look like crap." She looked at Moira. "You're letting her play hooky?"

"When your sister gets like this, it's best to give her space," Moira told them.

"Mom, I've been giving her her space," Skylar told her. "I didn't tell you how bad she was getting because I thought that she was going to get better."

"She's testing you," Oliver told her.

Moira gave Oliver a look. "Yes. Who'd she learn that from?"

"Mom, when I was her age, you and Dad let me get away with murder," Oliver told her. "Looking back, I could have used less space and more parenting."

Oliver walked out, leaving.

Moira was stunned by this response, turning to Skylar.

Skylar gave her an I told you so look, standing. "You're lucky I'm the only child you have that's used to playing by the rules."

Moira nodded. "Yes, except when you ignored my wishes for you to stop taking self-defense classes with Mr. Smoak."

"I'd rather know how to defend myself than to be a whiny little rich girl," Skylar told her. "I'm going to school."

Skylar walked out, leaving.

Moira once again was stunned by her children's responses.

    ➣  

Holder House - Outside

Police were outside, investigating the death of James Holder.

Jessica turned to Lance. "It doesn't make sense."

"Holder fits the profile," Lance told her. "Wealthy dirtbag. Red meat for the vigilantes. An we recovered at least one arrow."

"Yeah, only this time, the cause of death is a double tap through the heart, and neither of our perps use firearms," Jessica told her.

"Maybe they've finally figured out there's easier ways to kill people than with a bow and arrow or with knives and swords," Lance told her. "It's like I said, Jessie. These guys are whackjobs."

Jessica shook her head. "I still don't think they're the whackjobs that killed this guy."

    ➣ 

Queen Industries - Basement  

Jill was in the lair, sitting at the computers, testing out the poison from the shooting.

Oliver walked in. "What did you find?"

Jill looked toward him. "The bullets were laced with Curare, a rare and deadly poison, the killer's unique MO." She pulled up the information on the computer. "He's killed all over the world. Chicago, Markovia, Corto Maltese. Interpol even has a code name for him. Deadshot."

"I was prepared to give James Holder a chance to right his wrongs, but this Deadshot has no morality," Oliver told her. "No honor. No code. He doesn't kill for justice, which makes him as dangerous as anyone on my list."

"It puts him right at the top," Jill told him.

Oliver nodded in agreement.

    ➣ 

Motel Room 

The shooter named Deadshot was sitting at a table, giving himself a tattoo with the name James Holder over his arm. He stood, looking into the mirror, shirtless, looking at the tattooed names all over his skin.

    ➣➣

Queen Industrial - Top Floor 

Jill and Justin were standing on the top floor of the warehouse.

Oliver led Tommy and John inside. "So, what do you think? A nice place for a night club or what?"

"Sweet," Tommy told him. "Though, I got to tell you, man, if you're thinking about calling it Queens, I don't think you're gonna get the clientele that you were hoping for."

Oliver pointed to a room. "Private office."

"For the private one-on-one meetings, I would imagine," Tommy told him.

"Hopefully for the occasional two-on-one meetings," Oliver told him.

Tommy laughed. "Man, are you sure you want to do this? It's not like you have any experience in running a club."

"No, but Jill does," Oliver told him.

Jill walked closer.

Tommy looked at Jill in surprise. "Really?"

"Believe it or not, I used to work at a couple, more than one, all over the world," Jill told them.

"Really?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah," Jill answered. "Mexico's not the only out-of-the-US country that me and my family have moved to. It's why I know so many languages."

Tommy nodded, impressed. "Nice."

Jill smirked barely. "Yeah. And if I'm gonna get back on my feet and out of the house of Queens, I need a job."

"Jill, you know there's no hurry," Oliver told her. "You're welcome to stay as long as you want."

"I know," Jill told him. "I just want a head start."

Tommy nodded, impressed. "How about tomorrow night, we go and scope out the competition? There's a new club opening downtown. It's called Poison. Max Fuller owns it."

"Max Fuller?" Oliver repeated.

"Mm-hmm," Tommy answered.

Oliver nodded awkwardly. "I slept with his fiancee."

"Yeah, before the wedding," Tommy told him.

"It was at the rehearsal dinner," Oliver told him.

"The rehearsal dinner is technically before the wedding," Tommy told him. They laughed. "Right? And besides, who stays mad at a castaway?" Tommy's phone rang. He checked his message. "Ah, damn it, I got to roll. Anyway, I'll see you later, guys. Good place."

Tommy walked out, leaving.

Jill looked at John and Justin. "So, what do you think?"

"Well, I'm here to provide security, not a commentary," John told them.

"Oh, come on, guys, do us a favor," Oliver told them. "Speak freely, please."

"Well, this is the Glades, right?" Justin asked. "Your rich white friends wouldn't come to this neighborhood on a bet."

"I am Oliver Queen, right?" Oliver asked. "People would stand in line for three hours if I opened a club."

"And no one who actually lives in the Glades would see a penny of those cover charges," John told them.

"So we make it a successful business, and we gentrify the neighborhood," Jill told them.

"I was wondering when we would get to that," Justin told them. "The knights swooping in to save the disenfranchised. All own your own with no help from anybody but each other."

Jill nodded. "Wow. You don't think very much of us, do you?"

"No, actually, I have a very high regard for how perceptive the two of you are," Justin told them, walking out, leaving.

John smirked, walking out, leaving.

Jill pressed her lips together, looking around, turning to face Oliver. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yeah," Oliver answered. "The nightclub will conceal the base underneath and provide an alibi for where Oliver Queen and Jillian Wright spend their nights."

Jill nodded. "Right."

Jill walked out, leaving.

    ➣  

CNRI Office 

Laurel was sitting at her desk, looking at the computer article about Oliver and Jill opening the club.

OLIVER QUEEN AND JILL WRIGHT TO OPEN NEW HOTSPOT IN THE GLADES 

Jo walked toward Laurel. "Hey. Do you have the depos on the Jergens' case?"

Laurel closed the article, standing. "Yeah, they're around here somewhere." She went through files. "I was just surfing the 'net."

"Really?" Jo asked.

"Joanna, I'm over him," Laurel told her. Jo scoffed. "And you don't believe me."

"Well, I would have if I wouldn't have just caught you trolling for articles on him," Jo told her. 

They walked toward a table of files to look.

"I wasn't trolling," Laurel told her.

"I don't want to have to be the one to remind you that he cheated on you, Laurel," Jo told her. "With your sister."

"I appreciate your self control," Laurel told her sarcastically.

"You're stuck in the past," Jo told her. "And the reason I know this is the fact that the only physical relationship you've had since Oliver is with his best friend. It is time to move on. It is past time."

"I've been busy," Laurel told her. "I work a lot."

Laurel walked past her toward her desk.

    ➣  

Queen Mansion - Skylar's Room 

Skylar was getting ready to get out of her school uniform.

Thea was sitting on her bed nearby, smirking smugly. "So, how was school?"

"So not in the mood," Skylar told her.

Thea chuckled.

Moira walked in. "I know that you two were planning on going to the mall, but, I'm afraid that you'll have to cancel. Thea, you're grounded for two weeks."

"Grounded?" Thea repeated. "I've never been grounded."

"Well, you've never committed larceny before," Moira replied.

"Since when do you care?" Thea asked.

"I've always cared," Moira told her. "I'm your mother."

"Look, we've had a good thing going on the last five years," Thea told her. "Why mess with that now?"

Moira shook her head. "No, we are paying off store owners to keep your record clean, so clearly, it hasn't been working."

"And you're going to teach me?" Thea asked. She looked at Skylar. "It's you, isn't it? You're trying to help me by sticking Mom on me, knowing that it'll get me pissed at you."

"No, I don't need Skylar to teach me how to parent you," Moira told her. "Thea, you have one more day of freedom before you're grounded for two weeks. I suggest you make the most of it."

Moira walked out, leaving.

Thea stood, looking at Skylar. "Well, you heard the woman. Let's make the most of it."

"What are you talking about?" Skylar asked. "You still want to go to the mall?"

"Yeah," Thea answered. "We are going shopping for some killer outfits so that we can go out tonight. And--and we are going to have some shots, and we are going to dance with men that we don't know and we are going to stay out way too late." 

"You're just dying to have Mom angry at you, aren't you?" Skylar asked.

"Hey, you helped me get into this mess," Thea told her. "The least you could do is help me salvage a good time out of tonight. And all the time you spend away from the house? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a secret boyfriend."

"I don't have a secret boyfriend," Skylar told her. "I'm just going to self-defense classes."

"Yeah, and a lot of them," Thea told her. "I mean, I don't get it. You work too hard at trying to be a tough girl. Now it's time to let yourself have a little fun."

"I really don't think I can go out tonight," Skylar told her.

"It is adorable that you actually think I'm giving you a choice," Thea told her, walking out, leaving.

Skylar watched her go, sighing.

    ➣  

Holder House - Outside - Alley

Jessica and Justin were talking in the alley outside of the Holder House.

Jessica was showing him different things of the crime scene. "So, as a consultant for the SCPD because you want to help even if you can't be part of the military anymore, I needed to ask you some things."

"Okay," Justin told her in confusion.

Jessica pointed at a bullet in the wall of a building above. "I got ballistics back on the Holder murder. They pulled two 7.62 millimeter bullets out of him. According to the Stipling and size of the entry wound, they estimate the shots were fired from approximately a hundred yards away."

Justin chuckled. "A hundred yards? What, so the hood shoots him from another building, goes over to his place, he takes out his security, and then he fires off a few arrows?"

"I don't think the hood or the girl in blue were involved," Jessica told him. "At least, not in the murder. According to Holder's tox screen, his blood contained high concentrations of strychnos toxifera."

"What?" Justin asked.

"Curare," Jessica answered. "It's a kind of poison. I just need my own evidence. You care to help?"

Justin nodded.

    ➣ 

Queen Industrial - Basement 

Jill was looking at the bullet from Oliver's shoulder through magnifying goggles, pulling up a model bullet of it on the computer screen to show Oliver. "7.62 millimeter rounds. The money trail leads back to the Bratva. The Russian mob." She sighed. "Finally. Some good luck."

"All right, you check that out," Oliver told her. "Tommy's dragging me to Max Fuller's club."

"All right," Jill told him sarcastically. "Have fun."

"Hilarious," Oliver told her, walking away, leaving.

Jill smirked.

    ➣  

Holder House - Outside

Jessica knelt next to the pool where they found the body, looking over the water. She looked toward the building rooftop where Deadshot had killed him, seeing Justin searching the rooftop.

    ➣  

Street

Jill walked down the street, wearing a hat and sunglasses to conceal her identity from the crowd.

    ➣ 

Autoshop  

Jill walked into the Russian auto repair shop, taking off her sunglasses and hat, looking at two men, speaking Russian. "Ya ishchu Alexi Leonov. [I'm looking for Alexi Leonov.]"

Man 1 turned to Jill. "Tam nikogo net zdes's takim imenem. [There's no one here by that name.]"

Jill shook her head. "Ne v vashem garazhe. [Not in your garage.]" She walked closer. "V podvale pod. [In the basement underneath.]" Man 2 walked closer, aiming a gun at her. Jill twisted his arm before he could shoot, making him groan in pain and fall to his knees, pulling the gun out of his hand, unloading it, letting the bullets fall. Jill looked at Man 1, pulling down her shirt to show him a tattoo on her shoulder. "Ya Bratva. [I'm Bratva.]" Man 2 stood, backing away from Jill. "Ya khochu videt' Alexi Leonov. [I want to see Alexi Leonov.]"

Man 1 nodded, revealing himself as Alexi. "Pleased to meet you."

Jill nodded.

    ➣  

Basement 

Alexi led Jill downstairs into the basement. "I apologize. We meant no disrespect to a captain. Particularly an American one." Man 2 followed, but stayed on the stairs behind them. "So... how can I be of assistance?"

"I'm in the market for a hired gun," Jill told him. "Someone the organization's used before." Alexi poured two glasses of alcohol. "His calling card is a 7.62 millimeter gun laced with Curare."

Alexi shook his head. "I know no man who uses such tools."

"But you can find out who does," Jill told him.

"First, we will drink to each other's health," Alexi told her, handing Jill one glass. "Then I will look into the identity of this man you seek." They drank. "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."

Jill nodded sarcastically. "Good luck with that."

    ➣  

Motel Room

Deadshot was sitting down, watching the news and giving himself another tattoo.

Man: (on TV) "Carl Rasmussen was found shot to death in his home earlier this evening. The police will not comment if there's a connection between Mr. Rasmussen's death and the murder of James Holder a few nights ago. Mr. Rasmussen leaves behind a wife and three children."

The face of Deadshot was finally seen.

    ➣   ➣

Queen Mansion - Living Room

Lance, his partner Hilton, Moira and Walter were sitting down, discussing the new death.

John was standing by the door, watching.

"It's a great loss," Walter told them. "Carl was a titan."

"A titan who was looking to buy out a company called Unidac Industries," Hilton told them.

"Well, industries are something of a misnomer," Walter told them. "UI's recent activity was actually looking into alternative energy."

"I think the point my partner is trying to make is that Carl Rasmussen was the second bidder this week to lose his life," Lance told them.

"Are you implying something, Detective?" Moira asked.

"Well, only that your husband's looking into buying Unidac Industries and the competition seems to be dropping like flies," Lance answered.

"And I'm sure your veiled accusation has nothing to do with how you feel about my family?" Moira asked.

Lance scoffed.

"Unidac Industries is a receivership, Detective," Walter told him. "Ownership is subject to a liquidation auction, so that means there are many prospective buyers. And the auction's tomorrow, so... if I was taking out the competition, I have a lot of killing to do in a very short amount of time."

"We're just making the rounds with the interested buyers," Hilton told them. "Let them know to be careful."

Moira nodded. "Oh, yes. And I'm overwhelmed that Detective Lance is concerned for our safety."

"Well, thank you for your concern, gentlemen," Hilton told them. "Our security consultant, Mr. Diggle, is taking all the necessary precautions."

Lance nodded. "Yeah. While another of your guards, a consultant for the SCPD, is looking into this very case with my daughter." He stood. "Well, if you need us, we're just a 911 call away."

Hilton and Lance walked out, leaving.

    ➣  

Night - Poison (Club)

(Song:) Beat and the Pulse (Still Going Remix) - Austra 

Tommy and Oliver were let into the club.

"Oh, my, this is going to be killer," Tommy told him.

"If Max Fuller sees me here, I agree," Oliver told him.

"Ah, if you want to run a business, you've got to take a few risks," Tommy told him.

John tried to follow them in.

The bouncer stopped John at the door. "I don't see your name on the list."

"Mr. Queen," John told him.

Oliver turned back. "Oh!" He looked at the bouncer, pointing at John. "I have never seen this guy before in my life. Ever."

Oliver winked at John.

Tommy laughed.

Oliver and Tommy walked into the crowd.

Thea and Skylar were dancing in the crowd.

Laurel was watching Jo dance with a guy, smiling.

Oliver and Tommy walked toward her. 

"Oh, wow," Tommy told her. "Doesn't you going out and having fun violate some kind of law, you know, like the ones that are carved on a stone tablet?"

"That's cute, Tommy," Laurel told him sarcastically.

"Thanks," Tommy told her.

"I can see you two are up to your old hunting patterns," Laurel told them.

"Just seeing what passes for fun in Starling City after five years," Oliver told her.

Laurel nodded. "Ah. Well, I'm sure you'll find that it just hasn't been the same without you."

Thea and Skylar walked closer.

Skylar smiled. "Big brother."

Laurel and Tommy turned away to the bar.

Skylar wrapped her arms around Oliver, smiling.

"What are you two doing here?" Oliver asked.

"Well, Mom gave Thea one more night of freedom before she's grounded for two weeks, so we're making the most of it," Skylar answered.

"Yeah, thank you--thank you for that, by the way," Thea told her sarcastically.

"But, we are done for the night," Skylar told them. "I was just wondering if you could give me your keys since Margo's the one that gave us a ride, and she ditched us."

"Oh, what are you going to do, Sky?" Thea asked. "Take me home?"

"Thea," Skylar told her. 

"You are hanging with the wrong people," Oliver told her.

"You're one to talk," Thea told him. She gestured to Laurel and Tommy. "How much do you know about your own so-called friends over here?"

Tommy turned to face them. "Oh, Thea, maybe you should--"

"Tommy, I think your BFF has a right to know," Thea told him.

"Thea, let's go," Skylar told her.

Laurel turned to face them.

Thea looked at Oliver. "Well, I guess they never told you that they've been screwing while you were gone."

Laurel looked down, away.

Oliver wasn't surprised.

Skylar gave Thea a look.

Tommy looked at Oliver in regret. "Look, man, I--"

"Tommy, it's okay," Oliver told him.

Skylar grabbed Thea by her arm, pulling her away. "You and me, we're done for the night."

Oliver looked at Laurel and Tommy. "I got to take care of this."

Tommy nodded in understanding.

Oliver followed Skylar and Thea toward the door. They walked past the crowd, nearly making it out.

(Song Ends)

Three men walked toward them. 

Max Fuller was one of them. "Well, well. Look at this. Oliver, Skylar and Thea Queen."

Oliver sighed. "Max Fuller. How you been?"

"Happy you drowned," Max told him.

Skylar and Thea glared at him.

    ➣  

Backroom 

(Song:) Dark Star (Marco Hawk Remix) - Polica

Oliver was led into the backroom behind the certain by Max and his three men.

Oliver turned to face him. "Look, Max--"

Max punched Oliver in the face, making him fall. "Get him up!"

The three men pulled Oliver up.

Thea walked in. "Let him go. Let him go. Hey, I said let him go!" She put herself between the men and Oliver, turning to give her brother a look. "Why am I not surprised that someone's pissed at you?"

Skylar walked in.

"Back off, girls," Max told them. "This isn't your problem."

"Uh, when it concerns our brother, yeah, it is," Skylar told him. Man 1 pulled Thea away from Oliver. Man 2 punched Oliver in the face. Man 3 punched him in the back. Oliver wasn't fighting back because he didn't want to out his secret. Max walked toward them. Skylar grabbed Max by the back of his suit, punching him twice in the back, kicking him in the knee, spinning him around to flip him to the floor. She tilted her head. "So, is this over, Max? Or are you going to have your boys pound on me next?"

Thea and Oliver looked at Skylar in surprise.

Max stood, pointing at Thea, Oliver and Skylar. "You three, consider yourselves banned for life. Get the hell out of my place!"

Max and his men walked toward the door.

"Your club sucks anyway," Thea told him. Max and his men walked out, leaving. Thea looked at Skylar. "I take back every joke or insult I made about you learning how to fight."

Skylar walked toward Thea and Oliver, helping him stand. "You okay?"

"You learned all that in five years of self-defense?" Oliver asked.

"That and more," Skylar answered. "But I stopped there because I didn't want to go to jail. Can we go home now?"

Oliver nodded. "Yeah."

Thea looked at them for a moment, walking out, leaving.

Oliver and Skylar followed.

(Song Ends)

    ➣  

Flashback

Day - Lian Yu - Cave

Oliver and Yao Fei were lying on the floor of the cave, sleeping.

Oliver woke, walking out, leaving.

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Woods

Oliver ran through the woods of the island alone. He tripped over a tree, getting back up, running again. He stopped at a tree in the distance, holding his shoulder in pain. He coughed for a moment, walking along, stopping. 

A trap from the ground snapped up, wrapping Oliver in a net, suspending him above the ground.

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Now

Night - Big Belly Burger

John, Oliver and Tommy walked in.

"Why don't you guys take a seat and I will grab a couple of burgers and some ice for your face, Mr. Queen," John told him. He saw a waitress named Carly, waving to her.

"The girl's pretty cute," Tommy told him.

"That's my sister-in-law," John told him.

"Who I will never speak to, or... look at," Tommy told him. "Ever. Gonna grab a..."

Tommy walked away.

Oliver noticed something about Carly. "She's not wearing a wedding ring. Brother out of the picture?"

John looked toward Carly. "Yeah, you could say that." Oliver walked toward Tommy at his booth. John walked toward Carly. "How are you?"

"So sweet of you to adopt two white boys," Carly told her. "They need a good role model."

"That's my client Oliver Queen," John told her. 

Oliver sat down, groaning in pain.

"Looks like you're doing a bang up job protecting him," Carly told him sarcastically.

John nodded. "Mm."

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Elsewhere 

Oliver and Tommy sat at their table.

"Look, man..." Tommy trailed off. "About Laurel... I was going to tell you. I was just trying to figure out the right way."

"To tell somebody that you slept with their girlfriend after they went missing and were then presumed dead?" Oliver asked. "What, there's no greeting card for that?"

They both chuckled.

"Look, it was wrong," Tommy told him. "And I'm sorry."

"Tommy, I was dead," Oliver told him. 

"No, man, you were with Laurel," Tommy told him. "And whether you were dead, or as it turns out, alive on a deserted island, you are my friend. And me being with Laurel violated that friendship in about 50 different ways."

"Thank you," Oliver told him. "But it's okay."

Tommy looked at him in confusion.

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Elsewhere

John and Carly were talking at the counter.

"How dangerous is this gig, anyway?" Carly asked.

"It's a cakewalk, Carly," John told her. "Don't worry."

"Too late," Carly told him. "Or have you forgotten this job got your brother killed? Because, Dig, I haven't. I can't." 

Carly walked away.

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Autoshop - Basement 

Jill was still in the basement with Alexi, sitting at the table, drinking. "So, I checked out?"

"You did," Alexi answered. "His name is Floyd Lawton. I have address. Where he stayed last time, he was in Starling City. But that is all."

"Let's hope he's a creature of habit," Jill told him. "Go."

"1700 Broadway, Papp Motel, Room 52," Alexi told her. "You'll leave us out of this, yes? Assuming Mr. Lawton doesn't kill you first."

Jill nodded, finishing her drink, placing down her glass. She stood, walking out, leaving.

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Alley

Jessica was waiting outside.

Justin walked closer.

"You sure this is the place?" Jessica asked.

"This is where the paper trail from the bullet I found led me to, yeah," Justin answered. "You might want to call for backup."

Jessica nodded. "Yeah." Justin started to walk away. "Hey. Be careful."

Justin nodded.

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Motel Room 

Floyd Lawton/Deadshot sat at the table, going through his laptop. He twisted his neck to crack it.

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Outside

Jessica got her police radio out of her detective car, speaking into it. "Units to Papp Motel. This is Detective Jessica Lance requesting immediate backup."

Jessica took out her gun, cocking it, walking toward the motel.

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Motel - Hallway

Justin walked along, aiming his gun at the doors, finding the right one.

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Motel Room 

Floyd sat at the table and computer.

Justin kicked in the door.

Floyd looked up, dodging toward a gun, aiming toward him.

Justin took cover from behind a wall, firing toward Floyd.

Floyd ducked behind the bed for cover, aiming another gun toward Justin. Justin ducked into cover before he could shoot. 

Jessica ran into the motel room as he shattered out of the window, running after him, but he was gone.

Justin walked in toward the computer, taking out the USB drive, closing the laptop.

Jessica walked closer, looking at the bullet holes in the laptop. "You think you can crack that, consultant?"

"Well, I can't," Justin answered. "But I know someone who can."

Justin walked out, taking the laptop with him.

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Hallway

Jill had just gotten there, standing outside the room. She had been listening, walking away, leaving.

    ➣  

Day Three

Queen Consolidated - IT Department

A blonde woman with glasses sat at her desk. 

Justin walked closer. "Felicity?" 

Felicity looked up, seeing him, smiling. "Hey, Justin. Did you just come down to the IT department to listen to me babble?"

"I wish the visit was that simple," Justin told her. "No, I came to the IT department to ask help from my older sister."

"Oh, of course," Felicity told him. "Police consultant stuff again?"

"Yeah," Justin answered, taking the laptop out of his case, showing it to her. "They're having some trouble with the laptop."

Felicity took the laptop, setting it down. "Are these bullet holes?"

"Yeah," Justin answered, sitting down across from her. "I might have gotten into a firefight with the help of a detective. We're searching for the same guy that killed James Holder and Carl Rasmussen." Felicity tilted her head. "What?"

"You know that I don't like it when you overwork yourself," Felicity told him. "First, it was the military, which you can't do anymore. Now, you're a bodyguard and a police consultant and a self-defense class instructor. You're gonna get yourself killed."

"Felicity, a lot of guys my age can get themselves killed for less," Justin told her.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Felicity asked. "You have a higher chance of dying more than any of them."

"Stop worrying," Justin told her.

"I'm an older sister," Felicity told him. "It is my job to worry."

Justin gave her a halfhearted look, sighing, gesturing to the laptop. "If there is anything that you can salvage from it, I would really appreciate it."

Felicity nodded. "Mm-hmm."

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Queen Mansion - Thea's Room 

Thea and Skylar were sitting down on them bed.

Moira walked in with clothes. "Oh. Well, good, you're here."

"I'm under house arrest, remember?" Thea asked.

"I'm making sure she doesn't get into anymore trouble," Skylar told her.

"Do you want to wear the Calvin Klein or the Zac Posen?" Moira asked.

"For dinner?" Thea asked. Moira tilted her head. "I was just going to wear pajamas."

"To Walter's stock auction," Moira told them.

"I think I rather be grounded," Thea told her.

"No, it's important that both of you come," Moira told them.

"Important to whom?" Thea asked.

"To me," Moira answered.

"We'll be there," Skylar told her.

Moira sighed, walking closer. "All right, listen to me." She sat on the bed next to them. "Thea, when you were four years old, you came home one day with a cat. It was a stray, it was filthy, and it was mean. But you stood there, and you declared that it was coming to live with us. Your father came home from the office, and he saw what was going on, and he sat you down and he explained to you that the cat was in fact a tiger and that we needed to get it home. And somehow... you understood. Robert was always so good at getting through to you. I--I was always so jealous of that. I..."

Moira sighed.

Skylar chuckled sadly. "You never talk about him. Dad. That's the first time you've talked about him in years."

"Well, I think we all have gotten into some bad habits," Moira told them. "There's been a lot that has changed recently, and I think that maybe this can change, too."

Moira stood, walking out, leaving.

Skylar and Thea looked at each other, considering what she had said.

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Queen Consolidated - IT Department

Justin and Felicity were sitting down at her desk, looking at the computer.

"It looks like blueprints," Felicity told him.

"Do you know what of?" Justin asked.

"The exchange building," Felicity answered.

"Never heard of it," Justin told her.

"It's where the Unidac Industry's auction is scheduled to take place," Felicity explained. "There are a lot of people trying to buy UI, including Walter Steele. And you've got a company laptop associated with one of the guys he's competing against."

"Who is that?" Justin asked.

"Warren Patel," Felicity answered. "You think he's the shooter?"

"No," Justin answered. "I think he's the one who hired the shooter."

    ➣  

Queen Industries - Basement

Oliver and Jill were talking in the lair.

"Well, you were right," Oliver told her. "Putting a listening tracker on Justin Smoak payed off. Now we know everything he knows."

"It helps that he can do everything that we can without lying about it or doing things the dark way," Jill told him.

"The exchange building is surrounded by three towers with eye lines into the building," Oliver explained. "Lawton can get his kill shot off from virtually anywhere. But my mother wants me to be there in person, and you can't cover the area. You can't protect all of Deadshot's targets. You can't do this alone."

Jill was thinking. "I think I know who I can go to."

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Night - Police Precinct - Parking Garage 

Jessica was walking toward her car, getting ready to leave.

Jill/Sapphire stepped out of hiding from behind Jessica, pushing her face first against the car to keep her from turning around. She used a device to disguise her voice. "Detective, quiet."

"You've got a pair on you, pulling this right outside the police station," Jessica told her.

"Floyd Lawton's the one targeting the buyers interested in Unidac Industries," Jill told her. "Interpol calls him 'Deadshot' because he never misses. You can look this up after I go."

"Yeah, and stop chasing you and your friend, I suppose?" Jessica asked.

"Warren Patel hired Lawton," Jill told her. "I can't be sure who they're targeting. It might be all the buyers, and we can't protect them in a space that big. I need your help."

Jessica chuckled. "Yeah? Professional help."

"Lawton laces his bullets with Curare," Jill told her. "Tell your men to wear Kevlar."

Jill let Jessica go, backing away.

Jessica turned around, seeing that Jill was already gone.

    ➣   ➣

Auction Building 

People were dressed in their finest for the auction of Unidac Industries.

Moira and Walter were together.

"Well, it's quite a turn out, huh?" Moira asked.

"Well, it's quite an opportunity, actually," Walter told her. "But regardless of the outcome of the auction, I'm already a winner because I have the three most beautiful women at my side tonight."

"Three?" Moira repeated.

"Mm-hmm," Walter answered, nodding behind Moira. Moira turned to see Thea and Skylar walking closer. They smiled. "Thanks for coming, girls. It means a lot to your mother. And me."

Skylar and Thea hugged.

A woman walked closer. "Mr. Steele, the auction will be opening in five minutes. Please make sure your bid is ready."

"Thank you, Gina," Walter told her. He looked at Thea, Skylar and Moira. "Shall we?"

"Mm-hmm," Skylar answered.

They walked along.

Hilton walked down the stairs, speaking into comms. "I got him." Oliver was watching from the balcony above. Hilton walked toward a man. "Warren Patel. I'm going to need you to come with me, sir."

Hilton led Warren away.

Jessica was on the balcony above, speaking through comms. "Unit one, all clear. Unit two, you copy?"

Lance was walking with Hilton and Warren. "We have Patel in custody. Still, no sign of Lawton."

"Unit three?" Jessica asked.

A woman's voice was on the other line. "Unit three, I'm at the northwest perimeter. All clear."

"Unit four?" Jessica asked.

A man's voice was on the other line. "Parking structure is clear."

"Unit five, what's your status?" Jessica asked.

Floyd's voice was on the other line. "This is unit five." He was on the rooftop of the building across the street. "All clear."

The police officer was unconscious on the floor next to him.

    ➣ 

Courthouse - Foyer  

Laurel was working.

Tommy was sitting by the door. "Oh, what a shock." Laurel turned to face him. "It is Friday night. What are you doing here?"

Laurel walked closer. "Well, I am an attorney, and this is a courthouse, so I think the better question is, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you about last night," Tommy answered, standing.

"I don't care to talk about that," Laurel told him, walking past him toward the door.

Tommy turned after her. "I spoke to Oliver. He was surprisingly cool."

Laurel thought for a moment, turning to face Tommy. "That's because he knew." Tommy looked at her in confusion. "Did you see his face when Thea told him? Tommy, he didn't even blink. Trust me, he knew."

"Then why didn't he say anything?" Tommy asked.

"I don't know," Laurel told him. "Maybe because he knows he doesn't have any right to judge me."

"There's a silver lining, though," Tommy told her. "Now that the whole truth and nothing but is out, is there a chance now for you and me?" Laurel sighed. "You said you didn't think that I was a one girl type of guy. I'm going to prove you wrong."

"By dating me?" Laurel asked.

"By being better," Tommy answered. "By being someone that you deserve and that you want to be with."

Laurel managed a small smile. "Well... that's certainly a guy I'd be interested in meeting."

Tommy smiled. "Good. Now, how about we start by getting you the heck out of here?" He took the files from Laurel to carry them for her. "Come on. It is Friday night. Come on."

Laurel linked her arm with his. "Fine."

"Good," Tommy told her.

They walked out, leaving.

    ➣  

Auction Building

Oliver walked through the building.

Lance walked toward him. "Well, don't you scrub up nice?"

"Here to support my family," Oliver told him.

"Yeah, me, too, God help me," Lance told him.

"Thank you," Oliver told him. Lance scoffed, walking away, leaving. Oliver walked toward John and Justin. "Hey. You guys got your eyes open?"

"That's what we're here for, sir," John told him. "That and answering patronizing questions."

"I know," Oliver told them. "I know that you think I don't respect both of you, but you're wrong." He looked at Justin. "And my respect grew for you when I saw what my sister's capable of after what you taught her at the club last night." Justin nodded, looking away. Oliver sighed. "Look, this guy's out of time," Oliver told them. "If he's going to do something, it's going to happen before the auction."

"Sir?" Justin asked.

"I heard the story on the radio," Oliver told them.

Walter walked closer. "Oliver." Oliver walked toward him. "So pleased you were able to attend. Hmm."

    ➣  

Outside

Jill/Sapphire was searching the grounds outside for Floyd Lawton, being careful not to be caught by the police herself.

She could hear Oliver through comms. "Walter, the police said that some of the Unidac bidders were murdered. I just think that we should be a little bit more careful."

    ➣ 

Inside  

Walter an Oliver were still talking.

"My mother's already lost a husband," Oliver told him.

"Well, if Moira shared your concern, she wouldn't have come," Walter told him. "And she definitely wouldn't have brought your sisters."

Oliver was surprised to hear this, turning his head to see Thea, Skylar and Moira talking together across the room, walking toward them.

    ➣  

Outside

Jill was still walking. She saw a laser light pointing at the building, turning around to follow the laser light up to the building across the street. She caught a glimpse of Floyd, glaring.

    ➣   ➣

Abandoned Building

Floyd aimed up his shot to try and take his best one.

    ➣ 

Auction Building 

Oliver walked toward Moira, Thea, and Skylar. "Hi."

"Oliver, what a wonderful surprise," Moira told him.

Oliver gestured to Justin and John. "I need you to get them out of here right now."

Skylar frowned.

The laser light from the gun shone in through the windows.

Jessica was in the crowd, seeing the laser light.

The laser light was pointing at Walter's chest.

Jessica ran toward Walter, tackling him out of the way. 

Floyd fired his shot, hitting a waiter that had been behind Walter instead.

The waiter fell the floor.

Everyone screamed, ducking. "No!"

Justin and John led Moira, Thea and Oliver toward Walter.

Another shot was fired into an elderly man, making him fall.

Oliver checked out Moira, Skylar and Thea. "Are you okay?" Skylar and Thea nodded. "Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm fine," Moira answered. "Where is Walter?"

Jessica led Walter toward them. "Go, go, go, go."

"Walter's fine," Oliver told them.

"Sir, I have to get you out of here," John told him.

Oliver pointed to Moira, Thea and Skylar. "No, them. Them."

Oliver ran away.

Justin led Moira, Thea and Skylar to safety. "Go, go. We'll find him, ma'am. We'll find him."

    ➣ 

Stairwell 

Oliver ran up the staircase to a trashcan, pulling out his suit.

    ➣ 

Abandoned Building 

Floyd took more and more shots.

    ➣  

Auction Building

A woman was shot, falling dead.

Walter, Moira, Thea and Skylar stood together, looking horrified.

Justin was leading them toward the door to get them out along with the other running and screaming people.

    ➣ 

Stairwell 

John walked up the stairs, looking for Oliver.

    ➣ 

Abandoned Building 

Floyd was still taking shots.

Jill/Sapphire ran closer, punching him in the face. Floyd tried to shoot her. Jill rolled out of the way, ducking behind cover.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to bring knives or swords to a gunfight?" Floyd asked.

Jill waited for him to get close enough, circling around the beam she was using as cover, kicking Floyd in the back, making him roll forward over the ground. "I can handle myself just fine, thanks." Jill grabbed a piece of scaffolding, kicking Floyd with both legs, jumping up to the top of the scaffolding, grabbing his shoulder, flipping them both to the floor, throwing him onto a wooden table, breaking it. Floyd stood, trying to shoot her. Jill caught his arm, aiming the shots at the windows, making them shatter, twisting his arm hard enough to make him drop the gun. Floyd tried to punch her. Jill ducked, punching him in the face, in the stomach, spinning to kick him in the chest, pushing him against a beam. Floyd kicked Jill in the stomach, pushing her off. Jill grabbed him, throwing him into the wall, making him fall. Floyd grabbed his gun, standing. Jill took cover behind the beam. "Drop your gun."

"I admire your work," Floyd told her. "Guess you won't be extending me any professional courtesy."

"We're not in the same line of work," Jill told him. "Your profession is murder."

Floyd started to shoot at the beam Jill was using as cover.

Jill heard the shots end, looking behind the cover to see an arrow in the eye glass over Floyd's eye. She looked behind her to where Oliver/Arrow was standing.

John was on the ground behind him, wounded.

Justin walked in from behind him. He saw John on the ground, helping him stand. He looked toward Oliver and Jill. 

    ➣  

Flashback - Five Years Ago

Day - Lian Yu - Woods

Oliver was still in the trap of a net.

Yao Fei stood on the outside of the net, holding up a knife, speaking in Chinese. "Fool. This place is too dangerous for any one man to be alone." He walked toward the tree that the trap was tied to, cutting the rope to let the net fall to the ground with Oliver inside. "They'll kill you."

Oliver pulled free of the net, standing.

Military men, soldiers, stormed closer, aiming their guns. 

    ➣  

Now

Night - Queen Industrial - Basement 

Justin helped Oliver/Arrow and Jill/Sapphire get John to the hideout, lying him on the table. He turned to them. "Why did we bring him here?"

"Because we have the cure to the Curare that is in his system," Jill answered, walking toward the wooden box, putting her swords away, taking out the herbs and water, walking toward John.

Oliver looked at Justin. "You both shouldn't have followed me."

"In case you didn't know what a bodyguard does, it's in the job description," Justin told them. "I knew it."

Jill mixed the herbs and the water. "Congratulations. Hold him still."

Oliver and Justin held John still on the table.

Jill helped Oliver drink the cure.

John coughed weakly, laying his head back.

Oliver started to stitch up his wound.

Justin was still in shock, reeling.

    ➣  

Later

John was lucid enough to be awake, starting to sit up.

Justin was sitting nearby.

Oliver was still suited up, but he didn't have the hood up or the grease paint over his face.

Jill was still suited up, but she didn't have her mask on. "Hey."

John sat up weakly.

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1.04 "An Innocent Man" Trailer

From 1.04 "An Innocent Man", in the cave on the island, Oliver was looking at a picture of Laurel.

John: (voice over from 1.04 An Innocent Man) "You really did lose your minds on that island."

From 1.04 "An Innocent Man", in the hideout, John, Justin, Oliver and Jill were talking.

Justin scoffed. "You're not soldiers. You're criminals."

John tried to punch Oliver.

Oliver ducked.

From 1.04 "An Innocent Man", outside the Queen Mansion, Jill was wearing a helmet, driving a motorcycle past a man in a suit by the limo, waving bye, driving down the road.

Oliver: (voice over from 1.04 An Innocent Man) "Starling City is dying."

From 1.04 "An Innocent Man", in the back of a limo, Moira and a man were sitting together.

"They're not targeting the rich," Moira realized.

"They're targeting the list," the man told her.

From 1.04 "An Innocent Man", on a rooftop, Laurel and Oliver/Arrow were talking.

"What do you want?" Laurel asked.

Oliver disguised his voice. "I want your help."

From 1.04 "An Innocent Man", in Big Belly Burger, John, Justin and Jill sat at a table.

HEROES?

From 1.04 "An Innocent Man", on the rooftop, Oliver/Arrow jumped off the roof.

KILLERS?

From 1.04 "An Innocent Man", in a building office, Jill/Sapphire drew a knife, throwing it into a man's hand, pinning him to the wall, making him scream in pain.

CRIMINALS?

From 1.04 "An Innocent Man", in Iron Heights prison's stairwell, Oliver pulled on a ski mask.

VIGILANTES

From 1.04 "An Innocent Man", in the Queen Mansion's living room, Oliver, Jill, John and Justin were facing each other.

John and Justin offered their hands for them to shake.

JUSTICE? 

Laurel: (voice over from 1.04 An Innocent Man) "It feels like justice."

➣Sapphire Arrow ➣