When the limo arrived at the community center, Oliver was surprised by the turnout, since he figured that most of the people he invited had only said they'd come on paper, but hadn't actually planned on attending.

"Damn, it looks like at least half the city showed up." Laurel said as Oliver helped her out of the car.

"Good. That means more people we can turn into donors, even though most of them are likely only here as a press gimmick." Oliver said.

"True, but that doesn't mean we can't ring the donor tree. But there are people here who genuinely believe what you're trying to do here. Like my dad." Laurel said as they approached her parents.

"Damn, what a turnout." Quentin said to his daughter and future son-in-law.

"Tell me about it. I guess it's nice to know that I can still get rich people to do things that they'd never normally do." Oliver said and Quentin chuckled.

"If you'd told me the day we met that Oliver Queen would become a selfless humanitarian trying to help the people of the Glades, I would've said you were full of shit." Quentin said and Oliver chuckled.

"You can thank your daughter for that, since if it weren't for her, I'd probably be a lot worse than I was when we first met." Oliver said.

"Of that I have no doubt." Quentin said.

"Enough. Now you two play nice while I go say hi to my friend Abby and since she is the head of your medical area here, I suggest you to her here to at some point Ollie." Laurel said.

"I will, just don't tell her to try and cozy up to me to get me to give her a raise before she even starts working yet, since her first day isn't officially until tomorrow." Oliver said and Laurel chuckled.

"Don't worry she knows that if she wants a raise, she just needs to talk to me and I'll talk to you about it." Laurel said and Oliver chuckled as she left them alone.

"So, are you gonna be the actual manager of this place, because no offense, but I can't really see you in that capacity." Quentin said, not harshly, but truthfully.

"No, I am not a manager. I've hired someone else to oversee the day to day operations, though I'll still be involved, starting with teaching the kids self defense classes." Oliver said and Quentin smiled.

"That makes more sense for you. Teaching these kids to defend themselves, though I'm assuming there is no shooting range?" Quentin asked.

"The only allowed to have guns here are the security officers. Including our head of security." Oliver said as John and Lyla joined them.

"Damn man, this is a top shelf event. I did not think this many people cared about the Glades." John said to his new boss.

"And they don't. If they did, the Glades wouldn't be hurting as badly as it is. They're just here to offer up a check so they can feel good about themselves and keep up appearances. None of them could care less about the Glades or its people. Including the so-called city representatives here." Oliver said, since he saw a few people from city hall attending the event.

"Sounds about right." Quentin said.

"That reminds me. There's something I wanted to talk to you about before Laurel comes back." Oliver said.

"And that would be?" Quentin asked.

"Helping me convince her to run for office." Oliver said, surprising Quentin, since that was the last thing he expected to hear Oliver say.

"What?" Quentin asked, but before Oliver could respond, he looked down and saw a glowing red dot on his tie.

"Shit. Everybody get down!" Oliver shouted as he ducked just in time to miss taking a bullet in the chest.

"Sniper." Quentin shouted as he and John both reached for their guns.

"Get everyone out of here and get the police here now." Oliver said, even though he wasn't planning on letting the police handle this. He was going to handle it personally and now he just needed a distraction so that he could change, since while his lair wasn't ready yet, he did have his office rigged to conceal his suit in the meantime, he just needed to get to it.

"You heard the man." John said and Quentin nodded as they both moved to start evacuating the building as they heard more shots fired and Oliver saw his opportunity to slip out in the chaos, knowing that in this kind of chaos, no one would notice and that Laurel would cover for him if she needed too.

After Oliver had changed from his business suit to the suit Bruce had given him, he grabbed his bow and strapped on his quiver before going hunting, since whoever it was who was doing the shooting was clearly out of the SCPD's league. Besides, it was his community center that was being attacked, so he was taking this personally.

Which was why he covertly made his way to the roof of the center, since he knew that in order to make any kind of sniper shot, the shooter would need to be on one of the nearby rooftops, since none of the buildings in the area were tall enough for the shot to be from inside a nearby building, meaning that roof was the only place a sniper shot could be taken from, which was part of the reason Oliver had chosen this location in the first place.

But anyways, when he got to the roof, Oliver searched for any sign of the shooter and did not have to look far when he saw a man wearing a dark jacket with what looked like an ammo bandolier on his chest and had what looked like wrist turrets on each wrist and most importantly, he had a sniper rifle strapped to his back.

"Let's do this." Oliver said as he pulled an arrow from his quiver and fired a cable over to the other building and was quick to zip across to it, landing in front of the shooter.

"Who the hell are you?" the shooter asked, seeing some clown in a green hood landing in front of him.

"I was gonna ask you the same question. Who are you and why are you attacking a charity event?" Oliver demanded, making sure his voice modulator was turned on as he said it.

"I asked you first." The shooter said as he tried to fire his wrist turrets, only for Oliver to toss two flechettes that flawlessly destroyed both turrets before drawing another to the shooter's chest before could reach for his rifle.

"And I'm not the one on the other end of a deadly weapon. Now talk." Oliver demanded angrily.

"They call me Deadshot. And this is just another job. Someone hired me, I do the job and I get paid." Deadshot said.

"Who hired you? Oliver asked.

"I don't know, they never contact me directly, likely for this reason." Deadshot said.

"How do you get the money?" Oliver asked.

"They wire the money to me through about a dozen different countries and companies before it gets to me and it's always untraceable." Deadshot said.

"Smart. Now, tell me what you were fired for, since I'm familiar with your reputation. If someone here was supposed to be dead, they'd be dead. So what were you hired for?" Oliver asked.

"Someone wanted to sabotage this event, I don't know why, but they hired me to make this center look undesirable. That's all I know." Deadshot said and then he quickly pulled out his rifle and knocked Oliver back.

"This was fun, but I'm not getting killed because I didn't finish the job." Deadshot said as he fired at Oliver, who dodged easily.

"Tell me everything you know now." Oliver said as he fired a bolo arrow to restrain Deadshot, only for him to use a hidden knife to break free.

"Rule number one in my line of work, never get caught. See ya around Robin Hood." Deadshot said he dropped a smoke bomb to cover his escape and Oliver knew that he needed to do the same thing, since he wasn't ready for the city to know he existed yet. Especially since he doesn't even have a name yet. But he would. Soon.