Oliver had finally gotten his club up and running and more importantly, he'd also begun to get a usable lair set up in the basement, which is good because Laurel was still insistent he train her and now he had a proper place to do that.

He'd also moved his suit out of his apartment, since it was too risky that someone might locate them there, though he still kept a bow and quiver hidden there.

Anyways, Oliver and John were sparring with the escrima sticks and Oliver was taking it easy on John, when suddenly, Laurel came in.

"What brings you here?" Oliver asked as he and John paused in their sparring.

"Someone just killed Adam Hunt in prison." Laurel said.

"So, he's a guy who made a lot of enemies inside a prison with several of them. What's the big deal about that?" John asked, but Oliver was on full alert, in case this was what he thought it was.

"No John, he was killed by arrows. Arrows very familiar to the ones the Green Arrow uses." Laurel said.

"Someone's trying to set you up." John said and Oliver nodded.

"The question is, who. I mean in this line of work, I have no shortage of enemies, but which one what's to frame me." Oliver said.

"Doesn't matter if the police think you're a killer." John said.

"I am a killer. But not the killer they're looking for this time." Oliver said and both John and Laurel decided not to argue with him on that.

"Laurel, I need you to go to SCPD and see if you can get any arrows forensics pulled." Oliver said.

"I'll also see if I can get my dad to spill anything." Laurel said and Oliver nodded as she walked out.

"You sure this is a good idea having Laurel put her relationship with her dad on the line for this?" John asked.

"I asked her if she was willing to take that risk when I first brought her into the fold. She told me she was. She knows the risks and she's willing to take it." Oliver said and John nodded.

"Just so long as she's aware of the risk and you're not making her do this." John said and Oliver chuckled.

"Trust me John, no one makes Laurel Lance do anything she doesn't want to do." Oliver assured him and John chuckled as well.

It had actually been a bit too easy for Laurel to steal an arrow from the evidence locker, much to her concern.

"Laurel, what are you doing here?" Quentin asked as he saw her on her way out.

"Can't a daughter drop by to say hello to her father?" Laurel asked.

"What do you want?" Quentin asked knowingly and Laurel sighed.

"I heard about the Adam Hunt murder." Laurel said

"And you're here to convince us it wasn't this Green Arrow as he calls himself." Quentin said and Laurel rolled his eyes.

"Hunt was already paying for his crimes. The Green Arrow has only targeted people who've used their wealth to avoid justice." Laurel said.

"Yeah well, maybe he's changing things up." Quentin said and Laurel sighed.

"I should've known this was a lost cause." Laurel said as she walked away from her father, who was unaware that she'd stolen one of the arrows from evidence.

"So, did this arrow help?" Laurel asked as Oliver examined it.

"Teflon-coated titanium blade serrated to split the bone. Shaft is some type of specialized polymer, which is stronger than a typical carbon fiber. This...this is a custom job." Oliver said.

"So, what? Any ideas?" John asked.

"Plenty, but I'm gonna take this to someone at Queen Consolidated to see if they can help narrow it down." Oliver said.

"Who?" Laurel asked.

"Felicity Smoak. She helped me track down Deadshot and I think she might be an asset." Oliver said.

"Really?" Laurel asked, raising an eyebrow and causing Oliver to roll her eyes.

"She's got useful skills. That's it Laurel. Honestly, she's not really my type. Too timid." Oliver said, remembering how in the previous reality, he'd actually married Felicity, a mistake he wasn't planning on making again, since while they may have made a good couple for a time, he knew now that it never truly would've lasted.

"Okay then." Laurel said as Oliver slipped the arrow into a plastic tube and headed out.