Felicity awoke to the sound of yelling and loud, thumping noises. She sat up, groaning, and rubbed her head. She had fallen asleep at her computer. . . again. Verdant was obviously open. The music was thunderous. Her watch read 4:05 AM. She wondered how long she had been asleep. Judging by the deep marks on her cheek from the keyboard, she had been out for a while. There was some event going on at the club that Oliver had been required to attend. Diggle had a date with Carly. And Felicity, well, she chose to work on her night off. She squinted at her computer screen. Why couldn't she see properly? Oh yea, glasses. She squinted around the room and found them laying next to her chair. She put them on and turned back to the screen.
She had been working on a program that would track all 213 names in Mr. Queen's book. It had been more complicated than she thought it would be because there were so many of them. She had coded the program to alert her whenever a person on the list appeared in the news or when they made a cash-withdrawal from their account, as well as alert her if they get on a bus, train, or airplane. And sure enough, an alert had popped up, blinking red on her screen.
A news article read "Judge Simon Rowlend finds suspected murderer not guilty. Rowlend was judge to the Nick Tirler case. As you may recall, Tirler was the lead suspect in the murder of seven innocent civilians at a bank robbery last August. Witnesses placed him at the scene. When police showed up, the suspect apparently panicked, killing seven hostages. However, due to evidence being obtained illegally, Rowlend found him not guilty, and Tirler was released from prison last night. His employer, Starling International, released the following press statement early yesterday: 'Mr. Tirler simply was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was indeed at the bank, but was a hostage, not a criminal. He is an innocent man who belongs home with his wife and children." Mr. Tirler currently is a gemologist at Starling International. Detectives on the case initially thought he had been trying to steal an extremely rare red diamonds, which costs roughly 2.5 million dollars per carat. The Starling City Police currently have no other suspects."
Felicity read the whole article and then quickly searched for Simon Rowlends whereabouts. Rowlend was in a taxi with Nick Tirler. Felicity checked the taxi's end target and was not surprised to see they were heading to Starling International. It would take them a hour to get there, with traffic on a Friday night, so Oliver had a hour to hood-up and get downtown. If he made it in time, Oliver would be able find out what really is going on involving Starling International. She grabbed her phone and called Oliver. It rang once, twice, and three times before Oliver's voicemail came on. She dialed Diggle, who answered on the first ring.
"Diggle."
"Hey Dig. Sorry to interrupt your date night, but I have a lead and I cannot get ahold of Oliver. Do you know where he might be?"
"Did you check the club?"
Felicity mentally smacked herself for not thinking of that sooner.
Diggle continued, "If he isn't in the club, ask Tommy if he's seen him. I'm on my way to meet you."
"No! We don't need you!" Felicity yelled into the phone, and then immediately regretted it. "I mean, we need you. . . obviously. You are a very valuable member of our team, like the most valuable." She took a deep breath and tried to remember her main point. "I just mean, you never have time with Carly. This is just a recon mission. Just for some information. So I'm going to stop babbling and hang up the phone before you have time to argue. If you show up here, I will kick your very muscular ass. OK goodbye."
"Fel-"
Felicity slammed the phone shut before she could hear what Diggle was about to say. She quickly grabbed her heels that were laying next to her desk and put them on. She walked over to the mirror, wiped the smudged lipstick off her face, and quickly reapplied it. She definitely was not wearing club clothes, but she had to go find Oliver.
She searched the club for 10 minutes before finding Tommy.
"Tommy!" She screamed over the music.
He turned around to face her, a surprised look on his face. "Sorry, do I know you?"
"No, I work for Mr. Queen. I have some information for him that he requested. Do you know where he is?" Her voice was getting hoarse from all the screaming.
"He's not here! He went back to the mansion."
Before Felicity could ask any more questions, another club-goer needed his attention.

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When the front doors of the Queen mansion opened in front of Felicity, she was startled to see several guest occupying the front room. And she was severely underdressed. She nervously flattened her her skirt down, and tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ears.
A woman wearing a gold dress and a necklace that cost more than Felicity makes in a year walked up to greet her.
"Hello, I'm Moira Queen. Are you a guest of…" she trailed off, looking Felicity up and down.
"Hello Mrs. Queen. I'm just looking for Oliver-we're work buddies."
As if he heard them, Oliver walked up looking quite handsome in a dark navy suit with khaki pants.
"Oliver, we were just talking about you!" exclaimed Mrs. Queen, straightening Oliver's tie.
"My ears were ringing" Oliver joked. "Felicity, would you like to accompany me upstairs?"
Felicity nodded and followed Oliver up the grand stairs. He led her through a complex maze of hallways before opening a door that led to, what Felicity assumed, was Oliver's bedroom.
"What are you doing here, Felicity?" Oliver asked once the door was shut.
"Wow, it is good to see you to Oliver." She said, mimicking Oliver's tone. "Simon Rowlend, who is on the list, is meeting with murderer Nick Tirler, and they are heading to Starling International. I just thought that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to listen in on what went down that day he robbed the bank."
Oliver looked thoughtful, and then moved to his bed. He reached under and pulled out an old wooden box with mysterious markings on it.
"You'll drive." He said, and mentioned towards the door.