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Posted by Slade
on 5/29/2009, 4:42 pm
98.115.110.200
Star City, Queen Industry Charity event
“Oliver you have out done yourself again,” the elderly woman says. Oliver mingles with his guests at the 200 dollar a plate dinner that he set up after the charity auction. For atleast this one night, business rivalries are even set aside for the sake of good PR opportunities. The so called social elite are here to flaunt their status and out do each other in front of the few press members allowed. Oliver doesn’t care about any of this posturing as long as he can bring in money for a good cause.
“Mrs. Livingston I do my best to make this the social event of the season every year. I hope you enjoy that painting you won, the artist is an up and comer from Gotham.”
“You know I have a soft spot for night time cityscapes. My husband is looking forward to the golf lessons he won as well.”
“I am sure Mr. Palmer can show him a few things to improve his game. If you’ll excuse me I have to go make sure the duck is going to be done on time.” Oliver excuses himself and begins to move towards the kitchen quickly. He pretends not to notice as people try to get his attention in his hurry to get to the kitchen.
“Mr. Queen do you have any comments for the Daily Planet.” The voice rings a bell, very flat and emotionless with a hint of arrogance. Olive turns and is almost face to face with Slade Wilson dressed in a dark blue business suit. Pinned to him is a press badge identifying him as David Taylor, a reporter from the Daily Planet. “I understand the auction was a rousing success.”
“What are you doing here,” Oliver replies, keeping his voice low so as not to be heard. His muscles tense and he turns subtlety to assume more of a fighting stance.
“Careful, I wouldn’t want this evening to turn out bad for your guests.” Slade’s face remains calm as he pulls a pen out of his pocket and gives it a shake to get the ink flowing. “Let’s just keep up the reporter thing, I would hate for things to get ugly.”
“What do you want?”
“Absolutely nothing beyond showing you just how unsafe you really are. I could take you at any time but I don’t think you’re ready quite yet.”
“Talk is cheap, why don’t we both go somewhere and settle this.”
“Somewhere your friends are all waiting on me, I think not. You know how this all works Oliver, I thought you were smarter than this. I decide when and were we settle things.”
“Are you going to leave now or do I have to have security remove you?”
“I will go now Mr. Queen,” Slade says as he turns away. Before he gets two steps he turns back and says “I almost forgot this belongs to you.” He tosses something to Oliver that is smaller than a dime before he departs. Oliver watches Slade leave before he looks down at the palm of his hand. In his hand is the one of the tiny personal tracker that Ollie had given to each of his children …
Location: Unknown
“So how is my guest this morning,” Deadshot asks mockingly. Geo sits in his cell glaring at the hired gun, silently trying to reach out to his missing powers. He’d already gone over every inch of the cell and it was obviously constructed by a master. Seams were over lapping and super tight, the toilet’s construction is flawless and his jailor had full time surveillance on the cell. Brion’s spirit was all but crushed.
“Why don’t you just die?’
“Is that any way to treat your host? Maybe I should quit nicking you and just start wounding you.” Deadshot walks across the room and takes a seat with his back to Brion. Deadshot turns on the computer and stretches as it begins to boot up. He opens up the internet and begins to surf. “Hey check it out, I’m winning an auction on eBay for…”
“Why are you doing this? I mean you’re a hired killer aren’t you, why don’t you just kill me.”
“I told you before that’s not the job, I am only here to baby sit you that’s all. If Slade wants me to kill you that is going to cost him extra.”
“You know I have money, I will double what ever he is paying you a swear it.”
“That isn’t how it works I’m afraid. Slade told me that you were a cowering worm but I thought he exaggerated. I now understand why he told me you didn’t deserve to die.”
“F^%k you, I’ll kill you when I get out of here,” Brion screams as he throws himself at the bars. The bars don’t even quiver as he hits them, sending a shot of pain into his shoulder. The cold reality of Geo’s situation quickly kills his rage before he can hurt himself any further. He slumps down beside the bars.
“So tell me, why couldn’t you kill Slade when you had the chance? It intrigues me when a person like you tries to rationalize your weakness.”
“I am not weak because I am not a murderer like you and Slade,” Brion screams. Deadshot laughs long at loud at this. “I swear when I get out of here…”
“You’re going to what? You won’t kill me you have all your little rules to what you consider acceptable behavior. You think everyone else has to live by your rules or they can’t be part of your little world.”
“We have laws…”
“To encourage weakness and promote the herd mentality. I now realize why Slade isn’t going to kill you any time soon. He wants you to learn that there is a price to be paid for holding to such ignorant beliefs.”
“Why don’t you just leave me alone?”
“But that’s not the point, you are supposed to suffer. I’m going to tell you what the price of your inability to kill Slade when you had the chance is going to be. Green arrow is going to be the first one to pay for you mistake…”
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