Oliver's eyes are unreadable as he walks quietly through the factory, bow aimed at each turn, Slade's voice echoing throughout the room. "Twitch and I will open your throat. My first words to you. Do you reember? I do. I remember the exact moment." He takes another turn. "My blade against your neck. Just like my blade is against the neck of your beloved." He takes another turn, aiming the bow at Slade, eyes scanning the sight of his sword against your neck.

"Drop the bow, kid." He walks closer, bow still perfectly aimed, silent. "Do it." He slowly lowers and sets the bow to the ground. Another goon walks forward, holding Laurel around her neck. "All of the nights I've spent wanting to destroy you." "By killing the women I love?" "Yes."

"What does Shado look like in your madness, Slade?" Slade sets you down, you let out a sob, his sword scaling your neck. "So, when her body lies at your feet, her blood wet against your skin, then you will know how I feel!" Oliver's eyes drop to you. "I already know how you feel."

"And now I know what its like to see my enemy so distracted, he doesn't see the real danger is right in front of him." You slowly pull the cure to the Mirakuru out of your pocket, turning and stabbing it in his neck before running. "Get them out of here!" Oliver shouts, picking up his bow again as Sara grabs you and Laurel.