บท 336: A Return to the Vault, Part 1

Note: Edited grammar and prose a bit. Changed the title as well.

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"Um, you know I trust you, Will," Amell began, his brow furrowing, "but this list you've just handed me…godsdamn." 

The bearded man gazed at his young business partner with a skeptical eye. 

"It reads like an assassin's shopping list." His brow was furrowing. "Seriously, are you trying to kill someone?" 

Amell was frowning now too.

"Because you know, I like you a lot, and we're doing good business together, but I wouldn't want to help turn you into a mur—"

"I'm not killing anyone," I cut in. 

Honestly, seeing the fear in his expression was funny at first, but I needed to correct his assumptions before this middle-aged geezer called the cops on me. 

"Poisons aren't just used for killing, you know. In the right doses, quite a few poisons can turn into panaceas too," I reasoned.