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Posted by Slade
on 5/6/2009, 2:59 pm
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Star City, Office of Oliver Queen
“Listen, I know that things aren’t going exactly well for any of us,” Oliver said. “But that is exactly why we need to reach a little deeper to help the people who are truly in need.” Oliver sits in his chair with his feet propped up on the desk, talking on the phone. With his free hand Oliver clicks his computer’s mouse, casting the line on his new fishing simulator. He listens and responds were needed as the old timer rambles on. “I knew I could count on you, see you Friday Rodger.”
Oliver hangs the phone up so he can focus on his game, his grin growing by the minute. The game reminded him of the game Oliver had been playing all afternoon with Star City’s social elite. The annual Queen charity ball has come to be very important to the Star City homeless shelters and other organizations to help the less fortunate. With times harder than usual, it was of even greater importance. That’s why he’d spent all day dangling what ever morsel he had to so as many benefactors showed up.
“Mr. Queen,” Harold, Oliver’s new executive assistant begins. “I have some papers for you to sign regarding the Landover Pharmaceuticals deal sir.” The older man sets a small stack of papers on Oliver’s desk and waits patiently for some sort of reply.
“Can’t you see I am busy here?”
“Yes sir I can see that. When you’re done setting a new high score could you please get these signed so I can fax them over to our lawyer’s office.”
“Yes mother,” Oliver replies in his best scolded child voice.
“You will also find the final list for tonight’s auction on the bottom of the stack if you are so inclined.”
“Thank you Harold,” Oliver says, quickly signing the papers before examining the list. A good portion of the items Ollie had donated himself, but it mattered little to him. “Has everything on this list arrived yet?”
“Yes sir, I inventoried the items myself.”
Just then there is a knock at the door and Marcia, Oliver’s executive secretary walks in carrying a small box. “Mr. Queen the fed ex man just dropped this off out front, I think it might be for the auction.”
“Great, bring it over and let’s take a look,” Oliver says. She sets the box on his desk and Oliver looks it over. No return address, shipped from in the city he notes as he begins to open it. Catching a quick glimpse of what is inside Oliver says, “This is a personal package, so if you could both please excuse me.”
Oliver waits as Harold collects the signed forms and the pair makes their way out. Oliver’s face is all smiles, not betraying his nervousness as best as he can. Once they leave he opens the box and lays the contents on the desk. One of Oliver’s masks with a large tear over the right eye complete with blood. There is also a note that simply reads, “An eye for an eye…”
Farmstead, just outside of Star City
“Right this way Mr. Roe,” the real estate agent says opening the car door. Slade Wilson steps from the car holding the door open for the boy, who he has given the name Gavin. Since finding the abandoned street urchin, Slade had begun to train the boy in earnest. The boy displays a quick intellect and tries to compensate for his lack of physical abilities by using his mind.
“This is exactly the kind of place my son and I are looking for, the city was beginning to wear on both of us. Is the farmland currently contracted out to be farmed by anyone?”
“No the previous owner had a government subsidy agreement that paid them to not have the land farmed. If you’ll follow me we can take a look inside.” She opens the door to the house and motions for the pair to enter. They enter into a simple but large kitchen with hardwood flooring and a large utility island that could serve as a dinner table.
“How good is the wiring, I’ve heard some stories about some of these old farm houses.”
“The whole house and all of the out buildings were rewired last year I believe. I have it in the paperwork,” she says thumbing through a file. “Here it is. This also has the information about the new roof that was put on just before Mr. Johnson passed away.”
“Yes, it also says the upstairs has been carpeted recently?”
“Right this way,” she says gesturing them through a door. “We left the downstairs all hardwood floors and if you look the windows have also been updated but with a classic look. The wood burning stove there in the living room can be used to heat the whole house or there is a propane furnace.”
“Do you have the number of a good heating and cooling service, I’d like to have them both checked.”
“I certainly can, if you’ll just follow me upstairs. There are three bedrooms, each with at least a small closet, and a half bath. We had the contractor redecorate but keep it simple to it all could be easily be redone.” She opens the door to one of the rooms and Slade feigns interest. They finish the tour of the upstairs and go back outside to look around the out buildings.
“I know there is a lot of open land, anyone I should keep an eye out for?”
“Virgil Davidson farms the property behind yours and he’s the retired sheriff. He’s the best neighbor you could possibly ask for. The only real problem around here has been coyotes. It used to be once a year or so that you would see one but now a days they are becoming a nuisance.”
“I see,” Slade answers. “I’m a pretty fair shot so I don’t think they will be bothering us. I defiantly want to buy this place as soon as you can have all the paperwork drawn up.”
“Excellent, I will contact the bank who owns the mortgage. I’m sure they will be willing to cut you a deal on a loan just so they can get this place off the books.”
“I will be able to pay in full, I recently liquidated some of my business holdings. I’d appreciate it if we could get things done as quickly as possible, the lease on my apartment in New York runs out at the end of the month.”
“Of course Mr. Roe. I can also get the paperwork to enroll you son in school if you like, my sister works in the office there.”
“That is quite all right, I plan on home schooling…
Location : Unknown
Brion Markov rubs his temples as if that alone could make his myriad of aches and pains go away. It has been three days since his run in with Slade and he still felt like he had been run over by a train. His right eye had been swollen shut and he was missing several teeth. Worst of all, he had no way of telling if his right leg was broken just above his knee cap or not.
The physical wounds were not the worst of what Slade had done to him, not by a long slot. Slade had ambushed Geo when he was responding to a call of a fire in downtown San Diego, were he’d been on vacation. He didn’t have a chance, the ambush was to perfect and Slade had manipulated everything to his advantage. Geo had felt completely helpless as he was beaten without mercy. The last thing Slade whispered to him before he lost consciousness was that death was too good for him.
And now here he sits in a cage with his life at the whim of a monster. He had awakened to a needle injecting something into his arm and since that injection Brion had lost all of his powers. He’d attempted to smash his cage and succeeded only in hurting himself. Since then, Brion had given up trying and just sat sulking in his cell.
“It is good to see that you are up and around,” a low purring voice calls to him. Brion glares daggers as Deadshot walks into the room and over to a chair. The chair sits at a desk up which a computer is now starting up.
“What do you want from me?”
“Me? Absolutely nothing let me assure you. Slade is paying me to baby-sit you and that is all you need to know.”
“When I get out of here I’m going to hurt you,” Brion states menacingly.
“Really,” Deadshot replies half turning his chair towards the cage. With the flick of his wrist he launches his small single shot pistol into his palm. In the same smooth motion he fires at the caged hero. The bullet grazes the tip of Geo’s ear before striking the back of the cage and ricocheting across Geo’s right thigh. “In case you haven’t noticed you’re about as helpless as a baby without your powers.”
“I don’t know what you did…”
“That’s right, you don’t know. I suggest you get real comfortable in there and learn to keep your mouth shut. Slade said he wanted you alive when he came back, but he never said I couldn’t have target practice…”
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