Ben woke up at 2 pm. He was lying on his couch, fully dressed, with the taste of vomit in his mouth. With a groan he sat up, every muscle in his body protesting. His computer was on opposite him, a blinking light in the corner signifying that he had mail. It was too early in the day for mail, maybe at five.
He went through to the kitchen and fixed himself something to eat. When he had finished he went back through. The light was still there. No escape, he would have to make contact with the outside world.
The message was very simple.
Dear mister Delat
My name is not important, the preposition that I have for you is. To cut a long story short, I want you to kill Christopher Lockheart. AKA Arrow. How you accomplish this is up to you, however I will require his head as proof of death. This e-mail has been sent to everyone with the capabilities to harm him. Good hunting.
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