"So, you're going to take down Frank Bertinelli now?" Laurel asked as Oliver told her, John and Sara their next target.

"I've been doing some research and someone has been taking out members of the Bertinelli syndicate. While normally I wouldn't care, since it would seem someone is doing our job for us, these murders are being made to look like the triad are responsible." Oliver said.

"If those two gangs go to war." Laurel said.

"Star City will become a war ground." Sara said.

"Exactly. We need to figure out who the killer is and the best way to do that is to figure out which one of Bertinelli's enemies is targeting him by getting in with him. I've already convinced Walter to let me talk to Frank Bertinelli about the construction job for the new Queen Consolidated Applied Sciences division." Oliver said.

"I think it's nice they're honoring your father like that." Laurel said, since the wing was still named in honor of Oliver's father.

"Yeah." Oliver said, thinking about how his father didn't really deserve it.

"So, what do we do while you're doing that?" John asked.

"John, check with Lyla, see if Argus has any intel we can use. If Waller gives you any trouble, remind her I have leverage over her." Oliver said and John nodded.

"What about me?" Sara asked.

"Stake out the Triad. If they are behind these killings, we need to know why and if they're not, see if you can find out who is." Oliver said and Sara nodded as she moved to suit up.

"What about me?" Laurel asked.

"You're not ready for the field yet. Or the costume I know you had Cisco make while you were in Central City." Oliver said knowingly.

"Please Ollie. I'm doing really well in my training with both you and Sara." Laurel said, giving Oliver a look she knew he couldn't say no to.

"You know I can never say know when you give me that pouty look." Oliver said.

"Why do you think I give you this pouty look?" Laurel said, giving him the cutesy eyes.

"Fine, you can stakeout Bertinelli's daughter Helena. If she's a target protect her or see if she could lead you back to the killer." Oliver said, since right now, Helena wasn't that dangerous. Considering how much training he and Sara had given Laurel, she should be able to stop her.

"Okay." Laurel said, thinking this assignment would be boring, but not knowing that her boyfriend had given her the most important assignment of all.

"You sure she's ready for this?" John asked Oliver as Laurel moved to change into her own suit.

"Bertinelli's daughter is an easy assignment. This is mostly to get Laurel some easy field experience and also make sure that Bertinelli's daughter isn't associated with this." Oliver said and John nodded.

"Smart move. Laurel gets some action but she's also in a relatively safe position." John said.

"Exactly." Oliver agreed as Sara emerged, now dressed as the White Canary.

"You really think she's ready for this?" Sara asked.

"I want to protect her to, but Laurel knew the risk when she decided she wanted to become a vigilante. She needs actual experience, something neither of us can teach her. At least this way, she won't get too far over her head." Oliver said as Laurel rejoined them, now dressed in her Black Canary suit, since Laurel and Sara had decided that since they were sisters, they wanted to share the Canary mantle. Sara was the White Canary and Laurel was the Black Canary.

"How do I look?" Laurel asked.

"Sexy." Oliver said, causing Laurel to smile at him.

"Okay, Dig, let's get going before we hear something that scars us for life." Sara said and John nodded as they walked out, causing both Oliver and Laurel to roll their eyes at them.

"The suit is missing something though." Oliver said, since Laurel's suit looked like Cisco made a more armored version of her original suit.

"What?" Laurel asked.

"Something to protect that beautiful face." Oliver said as he produced a black domino mask.

"It's perfect." Laurel said as she put it on.

"Perfect." Oliver said and Laurel smiled as they kissed before she headed out to spy on Helena and Oliver moved to head to his meeting with Frank Bertinelli.