"Roy?" called Thea from across the club. She waited a minute scanning her eyes across the Friday night crowd. The loud music was giving her a head ache. She placed her fingers on her temples.

"Yeah?" called a voice as Roy's head popped up from a group of kids that totally looked underage. Not that she was judging because when she was underage that was exactly the kind of stuff she did, but she did not want to get the bar shut down because she served a bunch of rebellious high school kids that make good grades and only eat at whole foods by day but down vodka and smoke their weight in weed by night. But she just did not have the energy to get into an argument tonight. "What's up, babe?" he asked kissing her head as he sat down the tray of empty drinks.

"One too many tequilas," she said managing to ease out a smile.

"Do you need to go home? I can take over or call Oliver if you need me to drive you?" she loved how he was always concerned with her wellbeing.

"No, you will not call Oliver. I don't want to hear his hypocritical 'I'm just looking out for you' speech, not tonight. That's really nice of you to offer though, if you would just hold down the fort for like, twenty minutes. I need to hang out in the back for a bit, drink some water and take some aspirin."

"Yeah, sure of course, if you need anything I'm right out here," he said smiling. She touched his back as she walked through the door to the back room.

'Damn,' thought Felicity as she sat in the lair below the bar. 'That music is loud.' She recognized the song from the radio. She was searching for information on where Count Vertigo might be held up. Diggle had taken Lyla out to eat pizza at Mario's and Oliver had gone home to spend some long awaited mother- son time. Felicity had said she just had a few loose ends to tie up then she was going home to sleep because she had had a severe lack of it lately. After the Count had taken her hostage she had thought she would have nightmares, but she felt safe when everyone thought that Oliver had killed him. Then it turns out he had an "arrow proof" vest on. Ever since she found out he was alive she lived in constant fear that he would come back for her. Oliver and Diggle reassured her that they would keep her safe.

"Access denied," said the auto recorded voice as she tried for the millionth time to hack into the city records of empty buildings that are owned by private companies.

"Damn it," she said throwing a pen at the screen. Everyone has been scared of the vigilante hacking into their data base so the all got back up security systems. She decided to take a break. 'Maybe I should just go home and get some sleep?' she thought to herself. Snap. She shot around and turned to see nothing. "Okay, just my imagination," she said out loud. Before she could think she felt a strong rough hand wrap around her mouth and her feet fly out from under her.

Thea opened the door to the mini fridge pulling out a smart water. She sat down on the couch taking a gulp and tossing two asprins down her throat. She sat on the couch and thought about all that had happened to her the last year. Maybe this killer ass headache was due to all the stress. All the terrible things that had happened, her mom admitting to being blackmailed, her mom going to prison, getting arrested, Walter going missing, Tommy dying, getting kidnapped. All this crazy stuff had to happen for a reason, right? Then she smiled as she thought of all the good things, Oliver being alive, Walter being found, her mom not going to prison for the rest of her life, meeting Roy. Ahhhhh. A shrilling scream interrupted her thoughts. The music was still playing out in the club and she heard laughter so it couldn't be from out there. Ahhhh. There is was again. Where was it coming from? It sounded like it was coming from the utility closet. She opened the door. Just a bunch of tools, a how to fix your air conditioner manual, a half-eaten bag of Tostitos chips which Oliver had obviously left there, and a can grease. She yanked the bag of chips out, pissed at her brother for probably causing them to have ants. With it the can of grease spilled out onto the floor and splashed onto her Kate Spade watch and maroon cocktail dress from BCBG.

"Shit," she said aloud. Ahhh. Okay it was coming from the closet, it sounded like it was behind the wall. She started pushing around till all of the sudden the whole closet turned and she was standing above a staircase. "What the hell?"

"Somebody help me," called out a voice she recognized. Before she could question what was going on she rushed down the stairs to see what was going on. As she neared the bottom she heard grunting and fighting, then a smack and a thud. The sound of a person hitting the ground. She rounded the corner and saw a girl lying on the ground. Her blonde ponytail soaked in blood. Her glasses on the ground near her face.

"Felicity?" she asked more confused than her grandmother when texting came about.

"Felicity isn't home. But what shall we do with you?," said a nasty voice. Thea raised her head and saw a man she recognized from the video on the news. The man who poisoned Adam Donner and made him pass out at the trail. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as she shook with fear. Count Vertigo.