Star City Airport
“Is it because I am black?” Oliver Queen stared at the airport security indignantly
“No sir it’s…”
“Then why are you stopping me from getting to my plane?”
“You haven’t filled a flight plan, you have an open bottle of alcohol in your hand, you’re drunk, you haven’t got a passport and you haven’t got any pants on!” said the woman as she unhooked some handcuffs
“How about I give you a thousand dollars to look away?”
“And now you’re trying to bribe me” She spun Oliver around and arrested him
“Hey not so rough baby!” joked Oliver as he was hauled away
Star City Airport, Customs & Detainment Area
“Where’s my client?” yelled Dinah Munroe “Where is Oliver Queen?”
Airport security looked at her blankly and coldly. The officer in charge stepped forward
“This isn’t a court room sweetheart” she said looking over her aviator glasses at the stunning super model-esque lawyer “He’s in lockup until he sobers up”
“What did he do this time?”
“You don’t know?”
“I got an SMS to bail him out, that’s it” replied Dinah as she took a seat
“He was drunk and tried to take his plane for a spin. He then assaulted two of my guys, so if he looks a little roughed up it’s because he fell”
Dinah shot death rays from her ebony eyes at the woman “Do you know who my client is?”
“Who doesn’t!” she exclaimed “Oliver Queen, multi-millionaire playboy who hangs in the Logan Wayne set. Maker of weapons and has a possible death wish”
“Exactly the text from the tabloids” agreed Dinah
“He’ll be free to go when he sobers up providing…”
“Providing what?”
“Well this incident could be embarrassing and since most of us here make minimum wage”
“You want money or you’ll leak this to the papers is what you’re saying?”
“I’m glad you understand” said the woman smiling
Dinah unflipped her phone “Oh hello can I speak to Pete Ross please”
“Who are you calling? Your lawyer?” asked the guard
“No the Daily Bugle” said Dinah “I’ll release the story myself so you don’t see a dime sweetheart”
Queen Penthouse, Star City
“Just do your job, you’re not my mother!”
“You petulant brat!” yelled Dinah as she slapped Oliver and stormed out
“Dinah!” Oliver called after her but she slammed the door and was gone “Fine! Go! I don’t care!”
Oliver slumped into his overpriced mega sofa and looked through a pile of junk mail on the coffee table. He grabbed the lot and through them into the air, shooting his hand into the midst and grabbing one, letting the rest fall like confetti. It was a letter from the Wakandan Embassy. Curious he ripped it open
“Dear Mr Queen, It seems that due to your recent troubles, the government of Wakanda has refused a visa for you to visit the country you claim to be your spiritual home. Perhaps if you were less visible in the tabloids and gossip magazines along with less frequent trouble with the law then my government may be more willing to allow you in. We do thank you for the generous donation of $10,000 you sent but fearing it would be perceived as a bribe we have donated your donation to the Red Cross. Thank you Shara Kwarrai”
“You lousy bastards!” cried Oliver “I sent $20,000! Dinah! Di…oh dammit!” Oliver upended the table with a smash and walked out onto his balcony that overlooked the city that his wealth and taxes built. Glistening in the night was Star Bridge and the lights from Lee Papp Stadium burnt a column into the ebony sky as some sport played inside it. “I don’t belong here”
Cairo Airport, Egypt
“What did you call me?” croaked the shrivelled Egyptian airport official.
Oliver pulled down his aviator glasses and flashed his pearly whites “I said Achmed and I’ll say it again slowly; Where’s my plane you sand shovelling, second hand pyramid salesman!”
The official began to charge at Oliver when his two compatriots held him back as he flailed wildly and swore at him in Arabic. Oliver crossed his arms and tapped his foot “It’s a six hour flight to Wakanda buddy” said Oliver “The sooner you tell me where you put my plane, the sooner you can go back to oppressing your women or whatever you do in your spare time”
The official broke free and went for Oliver’s throat; but Oliver chicken-winged him breaking his nose across his face and laying him out cold. Oliver reached into his pocket and produced a roll of bills and handed wads to the stunned pair of officials
“My plane” Oliver said deliberately and slowly “Where?”
They pointed to a Cessna 172 Skywing on the tarmac
“Thank you”
Storm clouds, 15,000ft in the air entering Wakandan airspace
“Mayday! Mayday! This is…” A tired Oliver looked exasperated as the radio came off in his hand “You’re kidding me!” Oliver fought the controls as the plane dipped and dived, tossed by the wind like a leaf. His instruments spun and as another lightning bolt illuminated the darkness, Oliver saw Mount Kanda standing defiantly in front of him. Oliver fled the controls, grabbed a parachute and rapidly left the plane as it slammed and exploded against the unyielding rock!
...To be continued
(Green Arrow, Oliver Queen & Dinah Lance are owned by DC. Black Panther, T’Challa, Wakanda and Ororo Munroe are owned by Marvel. Logan Wayne & Pete Ross are owned by Amalgam. This story is mine and the creation of Green Panther is mine but using elements from DC & Marvel, as I’ve said in other stories they own the sandpit I merely just play in it)
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