Oliver and I walked into the completely refurnished, absolutely better part of the room of the club that was going to open tomorrow night, walking downstairs.

I smiled. "Oh, my God. It looks amazing."

Oliver chuckled, nodding. "Yeah. Steve Aoki's going to deejay. Right there."

"What?" I asked. "How did you get Steve Aoki?"

"I dated his sister," Oliver answered.

I nodded in amusement. "Oh."

"A million years ago," Oliver told me. I looked around. "So, who are you bringing here tomorrow night?"

I turned to face him. "You mean like a date? Is a club opening a proper first date with someone I haven't even considered on asking out on a date?"

Oliver sighed, shaking his head teasingly. "Man, you need to live a little."

I smiled, unable to help a small laugh. "That is rich, coming from you. You had more of a life when you were a stuck up, over-privileged rich rude boy." Oliver chuckled. "So who are you bringing tomorrow night?"

"What?" Oliver asked.

"You just asked if I had a date, so do you?" I asked.

"No," Oliver answered.

I smirked, shaking my head, looking away.

Felicity walked toward us. "Hey, sorry to interrupt. I think Diggle found something."

Oliver and I looked at her, nodding.

We walked downstairs.

John was sitting at the computer.

"Hey," I told him.

"Hey," John told us. "Where you been?"

"Oh, I thought I'd give myself a rare morning in," I told them.

"That, and they were talking about dates upstairs, seeing that neither of them have one for tomorrow night, and they haven't decided to come to the obvious conclusion of going together," Felicity told him. Oliver and I looked at her. I tilted my head. "What? Don't look at me like that. Yes, I overheard what you were saying."

 "Whatever," Oliver told us. "The club is opening, finally. I don't know. It seemed like a good day to give the bad guys a rest."

John nodded. "Well, it's the bad girls that I'm worried about."

John pulled up a picture of Helena Bertinelli in a stripper's outfit, aiming a crossbow at a man.

I sighed. "Helena."

"Yes, or as I like to call her, the psycho that used to be your friend," John told me. "This was taken at Alley Cats, the strip joint. The police report lists the stiff's name as Gus Sabatoni."

"Who is that?" Felicity asked.

"That's Bertinelli's lawyer," Oliver answered.

"Why would she come back to Starling City just for him?" I asked. "It's not like he did a good job. Her father's serving consecutive life sentences without parole."

"Come on, Jill," John told me. "We all knew this was just a matter of time." He stood. "You tried to help her; you couldn't." I sighed, looking away. "Now the only question is, how long before she drops the dime on you, me, Oliver, Felicity, this whole operation?"

I turned to Oliver. "Look, I want you to get in touch with her contacts in the Bratva." I looked at John. "Talk to anyone on the street, figure out where Helena is, why she's back." I turned to Felicity. "Stay on the web, do whatever you have to find this girl."

"Okay," John told me.

"Jill, you're the one with the closest ties to the Bratva, especially Alexi," Oliver told me.

"Yes, but Alexi knows that I know you, and he knows that Anatoli Knayzey knows you," I told him. "He'll help you if you give him the right motivation."

"Oh, but, uh..." Felicity trailed off.

"Felicity, if she's here, she's here for a reason," I told them. "If that's not Frank Bertinelli, we need to know what she has planned."

"Okay," Felicity told us.

I turned around, walking out, leaving.

⚔

I walked into the Queen mansion, walking past the threshold of the living room toward my guest room.

Thea was standing in the doorway of the living room. "Oh, hey, Jill, come here. I have a surprise for you. It's an old friend that was made aware that you were living with us."

I looked at her in confusion. "Old friend?"

Thea smiled, nodding. "Yeah. Come here. Look who's back." She led me into the living room. Helena was sitting on the couch, looking toward us, smirking. I looked at her in surprise. "She was just telling me how you guys met, at Russo's, not that long after you got back from the island with Oliver."

"Hello, Jill," Helena told me.

"Oh, Jill, I kind of have this pseudo friend that's looking for a job," Thea told me. "I was wondering if the club's still hiring."

"Yes," I answered. "Of course. Talk to Tommy or Oliver. As a matter of fact, you can go upstairs and call Oliver, right now."

"Great," Thea told me, smiling. "You rock."

I managed a small smile, nodding.

Thea walked out, leaving.

Helena stood, turning to face me. "You know, little Thea there, she sees you as a rockstar, after you saved her brother and brought him back home. Oh, if only she knew the kind of rock star you really are."

I gave her an unamused look. "Where you been?"

Helena started to pace. "Um... Barcelona, Monaco, Budapest. I just need to forget who I was."

"So what was the deal with Gus Sabatoni?" I asked. "I thought you were done with your father's organization, Helena. Because he's serving consecutive life sentences in Iron Heights prison. You got your revenge."

"He just cut a deal with the justice department to testify against the east coast family," Helena told me. "In 48 hours, Witness Protection will give him a new name, a new life, and he'll be off the grid forever. Untraceable."

"I'm sorry," I told her. 

"My father doesn't deserve a second chance," Helena told me. "A second life. And I can't. I can't take on a phalanx of US marshals. Not without help."

"No," I told her. "It's murder. It's not justice."

Moira walked in, looking at me. "Oh, there you are, Jillian. Have you seen Oliver?"

"He's at the club with Tommy, finishing setting things up for tonight," I told her. "I was supposed to come here to get a few of Oliver's favorite drinks and head right back."

Moira smiled. "I'm glad that you're so into this club opening, Jill. In fact, I think that you think that it's the way you will make enough money to get out of here quickly, when I've told you time and again..."

"That I'm always welcome here," I finished. "Yeah, I know."

Moira looked at Helena. "Hello."

Helena smiled. "Hi."

"Jillian, who's your friend?" Moira asked.

I pretended to remember to introduce them. "Oh. Mrs. Queen, this is Helena. Helena Bertinelli, this is Moira Queen."

"Hi," Helena told her.

Moira shook her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Helena was just leaving," I told her.

Helena nodded. "Yes. I have a family engagement."

"Excuse us for a moment," I told her.

"Of course," Moira told us.

Helena and I walked out of the living room into the hallway.

"I guess I will just have to be more persuasive," Helena told me. "Unfortunately, you don't have a biological family anymore. But the Queens have been more than happy to invite you into their own. Fortunately, Moira and Thea will do just fine in convincing both you and Oliver to help me."

Helena walked out, leaving.

I sighed worriedly, looking down, closing my eyes.

⚔

I was in the club with Oliver and John.

We were almost ready for opening night. They were in suits. I was in a dress.

"She was in the house," I told them. "She made a not-so-veiled threat."

"Then I want extra security around my mother and sister," Oliver told us.

John was typing on his tablet. "Way ahead of you, man."

"Thank you," I told him.

"It's my job," John told us.

"For not saying, 'I told you so'," I told him.

"Night's young," John told us, walking away.

I sighed, starting to stack up the liquor behind the bar, organizing the alcohol.

Tommy walked in.

Oliver walked toward him. "Where you been? The club opens in four hours."

"I've been dealing with the vendors," Tommy told him.

"No, you haven't," Oliver told him. "Tommy... we need to talk." Tommy finally looked at him. "I'm sorry, all right? But I kept this a secret to protect the people that are closest to me."

"Do you think that's what I care about?" Tommy asked. "What, that my feelings are hurt? You're a murderer. A killer. You were my best friend in life, but now it's like I don't even know you."

"You're right," Oliver told him. "I've changed. Listen, buddy, now I can explain to you. I can explain to you how and why--"

"What'd be the point?" Tommy asked. "I wouldn't believe a word of it, anyway."

Tommy walked away.

Oliver looked hurt, reeling from his words.

I looked down in my own guilt, sighing deeply.

⚔

Flashback

Jill, Oliver and Slade were still hiding in the bushes of the beach, watching the camp.

"One of those missiles has an effective range of up to 2,400 kilometers," Slade told them. "We're not going anywhere until we figure out what Fyers is planning."

"Wild guess?" Jill asked. "He's planning on blowing something up."

Oliver couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, one of those could do the job," Slade told them. "But this? This is about starting a war."

"With who?" Oliver asked.

"What does it matter?" Slade asked. "We have to stop Fyers before he kills thousands of innocent people."

"There are tons of soldiers down there," Oliver told them. "Even if we get through all of them, we can't just steal a whole missile launcher."

Jill looked through the binoculars, seeing that two soldiers were carrying boxes toward the missile launcher. "Well, who said anything about stealing it?"

"So, what's the plan?" Oliver asked. "Ambush?" 

"It's impossible," Slade told them. "We can't take out all six without one radioing for back up."

"It'd be good if we could get all the soldiers in one place," Jill told them. 

Slade looked at Jill as if her words triggered an idea in his head. "You're right."

⚔

The club was now opened, and packed with people dancing and drinking the night away.

Steve Aoki was deejaying.

Oliver, Moira, Thea and I were at the bar, clinking our glasses together.

"To Verdant," Moira told us. "I know I haven't always been supportive of this venture, but I have to admit, this nightclub is quite an accomplishment. I'm proud of both of you." She looked at Oliver. "Your father would be proud of you, Oliver." She looked at me. "And I'm sure your family would be of you, too, Jillian."

"Thank you, Mrs..." I trailed off when Moira gave me a look on almost calling her Mrs. Queen. "Moira."

Thea chuckled. "Yeah, congratulations, guys. The club doesn't totally suck."

"Thanks, Speedy," Oliver told her. "Thank you very much, all of you, for coming."

⚔

I was alone at the bar now, pouring drinks for everyone that came my way, getting several tips from the customers, especially from the men, who would often hit on me or try to win me over with cheesy pickup lines that I tried to brush off.

A security guard walked closer. "Excuse me, Miss Wright."

"Your timing is perfect," I told him. "I need a break."

The guard handed me a note. "They said it was urgent."

The guard walked away, leaving.

I opened the note in confusion.

Meet me downstairs 

JD

I walked downstairs into the hideout. "Dig?" Helena was there, having Tommy pinned against the table and his arm twisted behind his back to keep him there. I slowed to a stop cautiously. "Let him go. He has nothing to do with this."

"I told you," Helena told me. "Jill, I warned you."

"Helena!" I told her. "This isn't you."

"My father is a mobster and a murderer," Helena told me. "It is not like you haven't taken down men like that before."

"And I tried to teach you to obtain your objective without killing," I told her. "That is what I do."

"By applying leverage," Helena told me. "By exploiting someone's weakness." She twisted Tommy's arm, nearly breaking it, making him groan a scream of pain. I winced at the sound, trying very hard not to do something that would get him hurt, but knowing I had to do something. "There is a whole club full of leverage above our heads right now. Please. Jill, don't make me do something that both of us will regret."

"Okay," I told her. "Okay. You win. I'll help you. Let him go."

Oliver walked in from behind me, looking at Helena angrily. "Let... him... go!"

"I have Jill's word, Oliver, but I need yours," Helena told him. "Your word, and I'll let him go."

"Fine," Oliver told her. "I'll help you. Just let him go."

Helena let Tommy go, backing away.

Tommy groaned and gasped in pain, holding his arm.

Oliver and I glared at Helena.

⚔

It was nearly sunrise, when everyone had left.

I was still in my dress, running my hands through my hair.

Oliver and John were still in their suits, but no longer wearing their tuxedo jackets.

I pointed at John. "Don't say it."

"Okay," John told us. "Then let's talk about Helena. Because this girl is obviously not above extorting vigilantes into killing someone by attacking the ones that they care about."

"So what do you want us to do?" Oliver asked. "You want us to kill her?"

"I think you would have a long time ago if she didn't seem to be a darker, more twisted, psycho version of Jill right here," John told us. He turned to me. "I mean, come on, Jill. You've said it yourself. If you had stayed the way you had been on the island when it changed you, you could have ended up just like Helena, if not worse." He looked between us, pointing at me. "You both see you in her. At least a little bit. You think that if you two could be saved, that she could be, too."

"She's not evil," I told them. "She's been lost since her father killed her fiance in cold blood. And are you going to sit there and tell me that you don't know what it's like to want revenge? What would you do? Hmm? If Floyd Lawton was standing right there?"

"Nothing that will involve blackmailing you two into hunting him down," John answered. 

"You're right," I told him. "Okay? I can't kill her. And I can't take her to the police and risk her exposing all of this."

"The difference between you and Helena, Jill, is that she doesn't want to be saved," Oliver told me. "She's a stone cold killer."

"But at least, if we're involved, we can contain her, all right?" I asked. "We can minimize the collateral damage."

Helena walked in, still in her dress from the party. "Sorry, am I... interrupting something?" 

"We were just... talking about you," Oliver told her.

"And here I thought you didn't care much for me," Helena told us.

"Still don't," John told her.

"We haven't been able to locate the safe house where the FBI is keeping your father," Oliver told her.

Felicity walked in. "I can help with that. I've been dying to hack into the FBI security system."

John stood worriedly.

I pointed at Felicity. "Get out. Get out."

"This is a private thing, Felicity," John told her. "Please."

Felicity looked at Helena, realizing who she was and why we didn't want her near her. "Oh. Okay. See you, I guess."

Felicity walked out, leaving.

Helena looked at Oliver and me. "How many people know your secrets, exactly?"

Oliver ignored her. "Like I said, we don't know where the safe house is. What we do know is that the marshal service is taking your father to a hearing at the justice department tonight."

"There's a problem, Helena," I told her. "There are two vans. And one of them's a decoy."

"Well, it's a good thing there's three of us, then," Helena told us.

"It's not too late to call this off," I told her.

"I think you know me better than that," Helena told us. "I don't take prisoners."

I sighed, looking away.

⚔

Flashback

Oliver was still dressed in the soldier outfit, the mask over his head. He was pretending to bring Jill to the soldiers. "I found her while I was circling the perimeter."

Jill's hands were supposedly tied behind her back to sell the trick.

The soldiers walked closer.

"It's Jill Wright," Soldier 1 told them. "Fyers' been looking for her, Oliver Queen and Slade Wilson." He grabbed Jill by her hair, yanking her head back, making her groan in pain. Oliver's worry was mostly hidden by the mask. Solider 1 looked at Jill intimidatingly. "Where's Queen and Wilson, you little bitch?"

Jill glared at him defiantly. "Dead."

"Really?" Solider 1 asked. Jill continued to glare at him. "That's really disappointing. I was planning to kill them myself. They killed some of my friends."

"Well, I can't reunite you with them," Jill told him. She pulled two swords from behind her back, slashing them into the arms that restrained her from the front, making Soldier 1 let her go. Slade walked closer with two guns, firing at the soldiers. Jill looked over her shoulder toward Slade. "But he can."

Slade finished shooting and killing you the soldiers nearby. He looked at Oliver and Jill, smiling, walking toward the missile launcher.

Oliver and Jill exchanged a look.

⚔

Helena, Oliver and I were suited up in an alley where they were supposed to take Frank Bertinelli, sitting on motorcycles.

"Just your father," Oliver told her. "Anyone else gets hurt, and I'll put an arrow in you."

"That's sweet," Helena told him sarcastically. She looked at me. "Now I know how he charmed you."

Oliver put on his helmet. 

I rolled my eyes, putting on my helmet.

Helena smirked, putting on her helmet.

The vans drove down the road, separating.

Helena and I followed the van that had turned right.

Oliver followed the van that had turned left.

Once we got into a tunnel that was mostly deserted, I drove up ahead of the van, stabbing a knife with an electrical EMP into the hood of the van into the engine.

The electrical EMP went off, making the van fail and pull over.

Helena pulled over behind the van, getting off the bike, taking off her helmet, smirking.

The driver got out of the van.

Helena aimed her crossbow at the driver. "Give me Frank Bertinelli."

The backdoors of the van opened, revealing SWAT members in the back. They jumped out, aiming their guns at Helena.

I sighed, turning to Helena, opening the eye glass of my helmet.

Helena was stunned and confusion.

Police cars pulled up behind Helena.

I drove away, leaving before they could get to me, knowing that this was bad for all of us.

⚔

I had gotten to Oliver to tell him about what happened.

We got to the police station, hopefully before Helena told the cops anything.

I cut the power, setting off the alarm.

Oliver set off a gas smoke bomb that made it hard to breathe, but it wasn't lethal.

While Oliver was fighting off the cops in the main room as distraction, I made it to the interrogation room where Helena handcuffed to the table, breaking her free, grabbing her arm, pulling her toward the door.

Lance ran closer, aiming a gun at me. "Freeze!"

I threw a knife into the gun to make Lance drop the gun, running out with Helena.

⚔

Helena and I met up with Oliver in an abandoned parking lot.

"Thanks for the save," Helena told us.

"We couldn't risk you telling the police about us," Oliver told her.

I took out an envelope.

"What is it?" Helena asked. 

"A plane ticket to Rome, and a passport so you can start a new life somewhere else," I answered. "The police know you're tracking your father, Helena. You'll never find him."

"So get out of our city," Oliver told her. 

Helena took the envelope from me, looking angry and defeated.

Oliver and I walked away toward our bikes.

I picked up my helmet, hesitating for a moment, putting it on.

⚔

Flashback

Oliver, Jill and Slade were in the camp. 

Slade was carrying boxes, breathing heavily, setting them down, prying the top one open. "Place these around the launcher." He handed explosives to Oliver and Jill. Oliver and Jill took them to the launcher, setting them on the ground around it. "Do it quickly. Their backup will be arriving any second."

They heard a man on the radio. "We're 60 seconds out from the launcher."

"Set your final charges and we'll blow it," Slade told them

Jill opened a drawer in the launcher, seeing a bunch of wires inside. "I think I have a better idea."

Oliver was unwrapping wire from around a cylinder. "What are you doing?"

Jill took out a piece. "I'm taking the circuit board. Computers won't work without them, and neither will this."

Slade patted Jill on the shoulder, chuckling. "Leverage."

Slade started to run.

Jill and Oliver followed.

⚔

Now

I was in the hideout underneath the club, just finishing in changing into normal clothes.

Oliver walked in, also in normal clothes. "Hey."

I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, turning to Oliver. "Hey." Oliver looked sad and regretful. I looked at him in confusion. "Everything okay?"

"I had a really rough night," Oliver told me. "You know, you and me both have. I just wasn't anticipating, with our work, and the club, I feel like I'm letting everybody down. My family and Tommy, and... you. I feel like I'm letting you down."

I looked at him in confusion. "Why?"

"Because of the killing," Oliver answered. "I never wanted to turn into a killer, and I did. And I've been trying so hard to stop, and for the most part, I have. But that guy the other night, the assassin... And you've been trying to get me to see that that's not the man that I man. But you heard what Tommy said last night. That is who I am. I'm a murderer."

"You're being too hard on yourself," I told him.

"There's no excuse for hurting the people closest to you," Oliver told me.

I shrugged barely. "Barely. But when you believe in something like I do, you can find a way to make it work."

"How?" Oliver asked.

"Well, you find someone you never have to apologize to," I answered. 

Oliver and I looked at each other for moment, smiling small smiles.

The phone on the desk rang.

I sighed, walking toward the desk, putting it on speaker. "Hey, Felicity."

"Hi. I was multitasking, and intercepted a police report. A local sporting goods store just got robbed of one high powered crossbow. Now... could be a cray coincidence or the psycho you tried to be friends with--Dig's words, not mine--is still in town." I looked Oliver worriedly. Oliver frowned, walking closer. "I'll let you know if I learn anything more. In the meantime, just... watch your back."

"Thanks, Felicity," Oliver told her.

"Uh, scratch that. She's here."

"What?" I asked.

We heard Helena's voice over speaker. "Hi. I don't think we had a chance to be properly introduced this morning."

⚔

Oliver and I ran into Felicity's I.T. department office at the Queen Consolidated building.

"Felicity?" I asked.

Felicity was laying on the floor behind the desk. "Oliver... Jill..."

I walked around the desk, seeing that she was tied down, kneeling down next to her, drawing a knife, cutting her free. "It's okay." Felicity sat up. "You okay?"

Felicity nodded.

I saw a shadow coming in, standing, ready to throw my knife.

John stood, seeing I was about to throw the knife at him, raising his hand to stop me. "I got your call." I lowered the knife. "What happened?"

"Helena," Oliver answered.

I helped Felicity stand.

"She wanted the address to the safe house where her father's being kept," Felicity told us. "She made me hack the FBI database. Sorry, guys."

"Hey," Oliver told her. "It's not your fault."

Oliver walked toward the door.

"Oliver, what are you going to do?" I asked.

"What I should have done in the first place," Oliver answered. "You in or you out?"

I sighed, walking toward him.

We walked out, leaving.

⚔

Helena was already at the safehouse, suited up, shooting as many guards as she could with her crossbow, killing most of them. She walked upstairs, trying to shoot another guard.

I jumped out from behind the wall I was behind, slashing my sword through the arrow to destroy it so it wouldn't go into the guard's heart.

Oliver shot an arrow into Helena's hand, making her drop the crossbow.

Helena picked up a shotgun, aiming at Oliver.

Oliver ducked behind a wall.

Helena tried to shoot me with the shotgun.

I ducked behind a wall.

Helena turned around, shooting the lock off of a door, kicking it open, but Frank wasn't inside. She ran out to the roof, flipping to the ground.

I ran outside.

Frank was running away from her.

Helena aimed her gun.

"Helena!" I told her.

Helena aimed her shotgun at me.

Oliver walked out of the house, aiming his bow and arrow at Helena.

"You won't shoot me," Helena told him. "You're not a murderer." I gave Oliver an I told you so look. "Remember?"

Oliver looked at Helena. "But you are. And if I let you go, that blood will be on my hands. I'm sorry."

Oliver tried to shoot Helena in the chest with the arrow.

Helena was barely able to catch the arrow in time. She smirked. "I practiced that move. I had a feeling I might need it someday. You would have killed me."

Helena spun to kick me in my legs, tackling me to the ground. I flipped her to the ground, sitting up, punching her in the face, standing, kicking her down. Helena stood, trying to kick me. I raised an arm to block the move, spinning to grab her by her head, pulling her down from behind, making her back arch painfully. Helena flipped me to the ground in front of her, standing, running toward me. I flipped her over me to the ground. We both stood. 

Oliver aimed another arrow at Helena. "Enough!"

Detective Hall walked out of the house, aiming her gun at us. "Freeze!" She walked closer, looking at Oliver. "Put the bow and swords down. Turn around." Oliver slowly lowered his bow. I slowly lowered my swords. "Slowly."

Oliver slowly put his bow down. I slowly put my swords down.

Helena ducked to the ground next to the shotgun, aiming at Hall, shooting.

"No!" I told her.

Hall was shot in the chest, but was saved by the Kevlar vest, falling unconscious.

Helena smirked, grabbing her crossbow, shooting me in the stomach.

"Jill!" Oliver told me. I gasped in pain, holding the arrow in my stomach, groaning. Helena grabbed her stuff, running away, leaving. Oliver ran toward me, catching me as I fell. "Hey! Jill."

I was already drifting in and out of consciousness.

⚔

It felt like it had been forever since I woke up, in the hideout, on the table, in a sports bra, and my suit's leather pants, so that they could fix up and bandage the arrow wound in my stomach. I closed my eyes for a moment, looking around, sighing.

Oliver walked closer. "Hey."

"Hi," I told him. "Where's John and Felicity?"

"Giving you some space," Oliver answered. "They knew that you wouldn't want a crowd."

"Not after last night, no," I agreed, starting to sit up.

Oliver put a hand on my shoulder to stop me. "Maybe you should take a beat."

"I'm pretty sure that's not what you did when your mother shot you," I told him.

"Ha ha," Oliver told me sarcastically. "You okay?"

"Mm, not the first time I've been shot with an arrow," I told him. "I'm good. Helena only shot Hall so that she couldn't arrest us, and she only shot me so that I wouldn't be able to go after her, knowing that it would be the perfect distraction for you." I looked at Oliver in realization. "Hall. Is she..."

"She's fine," Oliver answered. "She's moving out of the city, but, yeah. She's okay." I relaxed back onto the table, tilting my head back, sighing. Oliver took a deep breath. "Tommy paid me a visit down here, while we were waiting for you to wake up. He wanted to know if you were okay." I looked at him in surprise. "He said that at first, he didn't understand how we could keep this big of a secret from everyone that we care about."

I sighed. "That's the hardest part."

Oliver nodded in agreement. "Yeah. He said that he didn't realize what kind of toll that it could take of us."

I scoffed softly. "He doesn't know the half of it."

⚔

Flashback

It was after dark on the island.

Oliver, Jill and Slade were in hiding.

Slade looked at Jill, holding up the circuit board for the missile launcher. "Your plan." He held up a radio. "Your call."

Jill nodded, taking the radio, speaking into it. "Fyers."

Edward was on his base, taking out his radio. "Miss Wright. I thought I might be hearing from you."

"We have the circuit board," Jill told him.

"You're making a grave mistake," Edward told her. "My men are scouring the island for you as we speak." Slade smirked. Oliver used the binoculars to look around. "And when they find you, they will kill you. Very slowly, I'm afraid."

"If your men kill us, then you'll never find the circuit board," Jill told him. "And after that, we both know that all you'll be left with is a really ugly piece of modern art."

Edward was looking around.

Jill looked at Oliver and Slade.

Oliver smiled, impressed.

Slade nodded in approval.

"What do you propose?" Edward asked.

"A trade," Jill answered.

"I see," Edward told her. "And what do you want in exchange?"

Oliver and Slade looked at Jill expectantly.

Jill sighed, speaking into the radio. "I want a way off the island."