I was pushed into a camp where a man was sitting down pouring out a glass of lemonade from a can.

"Ah, hello. Please, sit down." The man smiled at me.

I warily sat down. I didn't trust this person. He felt off to me.

"Where am I?" I asked. "If I'm in an military base I'm sorry, I didn't know. My ship sank and I was ship wreaked here. If you could take me back home, I'd not say a word." I told him.

"It's fine. I'm sorry how my men treated you. They are told to view any new person on this island as an threat. Care for a drink?" The person asked.

"Would love one." I smiled.

"Hot, cold or beverage?" The man asked.

"Cold please."

The man lent behind to get me a can.

"So, I know about the ship wreak, I asked my soldiers to keep an eye out for survivors, are there any more?" The man asked me.

"No." I shook my head. "Was only me and my husband. I don't think he made it."

My eyes filled with tears but I was determined not to cry. Too bad my hands were tied up. Thankfully in front now so I gripped the drink and drank it as an excuse not to say anymore.

The man smiled in sympathy. "Married long?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Two and a half years. The boat we was on was our wedding gift to each other. We loved boating you see." I smiled chuckling at my memories of Kevin.

"Do you know how long you've been on the island?" The man asked.

"No." I shook my head. "Shock and grief were my companions till this morning. You wouldn't of wanted to see me then. Either yelling at the air and myself or on the floor silently crying. I loved Kevin so, so much." I said. There was that feeling again.

"What's your name again? I don't remember it. Mines Fyres."
The man asked.

"Kathy Wilison." I answered.

"Wilison. Nice name. Now, I have to ask. Have you seen this person?" Fyres showed me a picture of Oliver Queen.

"Yes I have." I nodded.

Fyres leaned forward. "Where?"

"In Starling City a couple weeks before his ship sank. He was on the news for drink driving. Again." I rolled my eyes. "Play boy billionaires these days. God knows how they manage to find the right wives." My heart was beating fast.

"Ok. And this person. Slade Wilson?" Fyres held up another.

I stared at it for a long time. "No. Can't say I have. What is he, some sort of soldier?"

"Yeah. Something like that." Fyres laughed.

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I walk into an empty warehouse and wait for the armsdealer to come to me like I asked him to.

Screeching of tyres and tinted windows told me he was here.

A man got out of the car and walked over to me.

"You had an business transaction for me?" He asked.

"I am willing to pay you thousands for you to get all your men together and kill the Vigilante Green Arrow." I tell him.

"I would love to love, but he's here, there, everywhere and no one knows his real identity so, much as the money sounds good, I can't do the job for you. Hire a assassin, they can do that for you." The armsdealer chuckled loudly before giving me advice.

I smiled as well but did not laugh. "What if I knew the Vigilante's real identity? Would that sway you to do this job?" I asked.

"It would indeed. Go on, who is it?" The armsdealed asked.

"It's Oliver Queen." I smiled.

The man grinned broadly. "Consider him dead tonight."

"Brilliant, the money will be in your bank as soon as he's dead."

The man smiled and drove away, wheels screeching.

I knew I'd just sent him to his death, but what the hell? It was a warning to Oliver. I was ready for him. No matter what the cost.

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"Are you sure you don't know where these people are on the island? Think carefully now." Fyres asked.

"No, not a clue." I said.

"Funny, Oliver Queen was just like you, denying that he'd known Slade Wilson. Now I've asked nicely, you don't know. BILLY!" Fyres yelled.

A man wearing a similar mask walked in.

"She's all yours."

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