(Camden's POV)

I get myself ready quietly and follow Oliver's lead. I make eye contact with Freya, who's getting ready a few feet away.

I smile and wave at her and she returns the gesture. She quickly turns away, a confused frown replacing her smile, and I look up to see Oliver scowling at her.

"What's that all about?"

"We'll deal with it when we get back. Come on, we have to go."

He begins walking towards the road and the rest of the crew follows suit. I do a little skip to catch up with him. I playfully bump my shoulder into him and give him my best reassuring look. Despite the knots forming in my stomach and the queasy feeling I can't shake, I won't back down.

I'm going to show Oliver that I can do this and make him proud. He grabs my hand and grips it tightly. I expect him to pull away right after but he stayed there, our hands entwined and dangling between us.

Everyone is walking casually, chatting and laughing with each other. It's hard to believe that we're walking into something dangerous. We start walking up to the channel and everyone begins to quiet down. There's a large cargo ship a little further down the road.

The air becomes thick with tension and nervous energy.

"That's it. Everyone stay silent and get ready," Oliver says quietly.

We all stop where we are, waiting for his next instructions.

"The rest of you stay here. I'm going to walk up on my own to talk to one of the loaders. When I give you the signal, you all will rush the ship. Steal whatever you can, kill who you have to. Watch each other's backs. I won't lose any more of you."

The words are chilling, but the nerves and tension are replaced with a sense of determination and pride. Jasper and his men fucked with the wrong people and now they were going to pay. Oliver starts to walk forward alone while Lydia leads the rest of us quietly behind a row of buildings.

We round up on the other side where we can see Oliver stopping one of the loaders to talk to him. We're still hidden from them but have a perfect view of what's going on for when Oliver gives us the signal.

I'm not even sure what the signal is supposed to be, but I follow everyone else's lead. Oliver's back is to us, but he raises his hand subtly behind him.

In one swift motion, he lifts the same hand to the loader's throat. The younger man slumps forward gently- Oliver holds him up in a standing position by grabbing his shoulders. I can't stop staring at the dark liquid dripping down his neck, staining his white t-shirt.

Oliver had a knife hidden in his suit sleeve.

Lydia leads the charge and the rest of the group quickly follows. Nobody runs, but we tread up the ramp of the cargo ship with swift, determined steps. Oliver rounds out the back of the group as we spread out on the deck, still silent.

There were only two men on the deck that Freya was only too happy to get rid of. I'd be terrified of the trigger happy madwoman if I wasn't on her side. She looks back at us gleefully as she reloads her weapon.

I just try to hold back my vomit at the sight of blood and brain matter splattered across the deck.

I look back to see Oliver give her a nod of approval. His expression softens when he looks at me but I quickly look away.

He was right. I can't handle this. I can't see this side of him. I can't handle this part of his life. My whole body begins to shake. A cold sweat coats my forehead. I want to run, to turn away and pack my bags again, but I know I can't. Though I know Oliver would do whatever he could to protect me, this isn't the kind of group that lets you back out of a fight.

I have to be stronger and see this through.

A hand touches my shoulder and I jump back.

"You really don't have to go through with this, Camden. Everyone will understand."

I shake my head at him and give him an uneasy smile.

"I pinky promised. We're in this together."