Abducted

Chapter 3 - Moira

Oliver's POV

As soon as Oliver saw the picture of the man that took Walter he suited up and headed out to patrol, to clear his head, and to work off some frustration.

He was there the night the man had died, Oliver had personally killed him, and yet here he was, alive – somehow.

As Oliver jumped from rooftop to rooftop, looking for something, anything, he kept thinking about that night. Wondering how it was he hadn't realized that the man was still alive.

"Oliver" Felicity called over the comms. "You're not going to find anything just by running around in circles. You've been out all night and have just been running yourself ragged. You need to come back to the lair to at least rest for a little bit." Oliver could hear the concern in her voice.

"Fine. I'm heading back now."

Oliver silently dropped back down to street level via a fire escape on an abandoned building not far from Verdant. As he walked up to the side entrance he noticed a plain white envelope with his name on it in bold black writing hanging on the door.

"I just received another letter." Oliver stated as he walked down the stairs to the lair, drawing the attention of Felicity and Diggle.

He walked over to the bank of computers as he read the note. "A banker, a detective and …."

"Oh no, he's going to take someone else." Felicity cried.

Dropping the note on the desk beside Felicity Oliver turned away from the computer, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

"Felicity, bring up the trackers for Roy, Thea, Sara, and my Mom."

"On it, Thea and Roy are upstairs. Sara is with Laurel. Your mother is at home. I'm also bringing up the camera feeds from around the club and seeing if I can find who it was that left you that note." Felicity said, her hands flying over the keys on her computers.

"Got him." She stated, after only seconds.

"Who is it?" Diggle asked as they walked back to her computer.

"It's him again." Felicity replied. "He knows where to find us." She said, turning to the guys.

…..

Moira's POV

"Mrs. Queen, where would you like me to bring your dinner?" Raisa asked.

"In here is fine Raisa, Thank you." Replied Moira. She was sitting in the living room in the Queen's mansion. It was a quiet night, the only sound being that which was coming from the news reports of Quentin and Walter's disappearances.

It would be wrong for her to say that she wasn't worried. She may no longer be married to Walter but that didn't mean she didn't still love him. Lance had been a friend of the family for a very long time, even if they had had their differences for a while. Mostly though, she was worried for Oliver.

He had been acting strange ever since she had introduced him to Slade Wilson, at least stranger than he usually did. She knew that he would be knee deep in whatever it was that was going on with Walter and Lance. He would have to be, he was the Arrow. Of course he didn't know that she knew that yet, she hadn't wanted him to know, to worry.

She turned off the news as Raisa brought her dinner in, choosing instead to sit by the window and enjoy the silence of the evening and the beauty of the stars overhead.

As she was sitting, reflecting, she heard someone come into the room. As she turned to see who was there she heard a familiar voice say "Struggling is pointless Moira."

Before she had a chance to respond, or even attempt to get away, a cloth was placed over her nose and mouth and her world went dark.

….

She came to when they placed the cold metal shackle on her wrist.

"Where am I?" She asked as the men who brought her in silently walked out of her cell, locked it and left through the heavy metal door.

"Moira, are you all right?" She heard Walter ask.

"Walter? You're here?" She asked in surprise.

"Yes, and Detective Lance is here as well." Walter replied.

"Mrs. Queen, do you know who took you?" Lance asked, forever the detective.

"Yes." Moira replied, sounding a bit haunted. "I'm afraid that I do."

….

Third Party POV

"Where am I delivering this one sir?"

"Take it to Verdant and deliver it to Thea Queen. Let her deliver it to her brother." The man stated as he turned to the video feeds.

….

Thea looked up from the bar as a man in a dark suit walked up to her.

"Can I help you?"

"I have a letter for your brother Miss Queen. Can you please deliver it to him? It's urgent." The man asked.

"Of course." Thea replied as the man walked away.

Looking at the plain white envelope she noticed that the only thing written on it was Oliver's name in bold, black letter.

She pulled out her phone and texted Oliver: Need you at the club, letter delivered for you, urgent!

Downstairs Oliver's phone buzzed as he was sparring with Diggle. His friend was getting more bruises than usual tonight due to Oliver's frustration with not getting anywhere with finding Lance and Walter.

When he saw the text from Thea he changed as quickly as he could and headed upstairs with Felicity and Diggle close behind him.

When he walked up to the bar Thea came over and handed him the envelope. He was worried as he noted it was the same type of note that had brought the news of Walter and Lance's disappearances.

Opening it he read "…. And a Queen's Mother. More to come."