Disclaimer: I do not claim any rights to the Arrow franchise or to any characters I use in this story.
The music buzzed softly against the walls of the foundry, the music from the club owned by Oliver Queen and ran by his younger sister, Thea Queen. The music caused a vibration as the computers made a sound of their own. While it sounded like a blast was going on upstairs in Verdant, Felicity was downstairs, working on catching a lead while Oliver and the other guys were out there, looking for the latest bad guy. She frowned softly, typing into the keyboard. Something did not seem right. She voiced her concern.
"Okay, I think I found his location but it was far too easy, even for my skills. Tread carefully, guys. It might be a trap." She warned over the intercom.
Oliver nodded, glancing at Roy and Diggle, who were each on either side of him. "Copy that." He replied, his voice soft and low. "On three," he said to the two guys and counted down with his fingers.
It was always stressing having to just listen to the action through her ear piece. Those moments of silence scared her the most. She knew Oliver was an experienced fighter and that Diggle could hold himself. She also knew that Roy was more than capable. But that didn't stop her from worrying every time the most important people in her lives went out in the field.
"I have sight of him." Roy reported, positioned on the ledge in the broken down warehouse. He had a red bow ready for aim in case it came to that. "East side."
Diggle responded, "I will be right there. Make sure he doesn't get away."
"Copy that," replied Roy as he stealthily followed him.
The men on the ground were talking among themselves in a foreign language. It sounded like Russian. They were loading boxes of drugs and armor into trucks. Roy shot an arrow, aiming for the bag of vertigo. It spilled over on the floor. The men started frantically yelling as arrows after arrow started destroying their merchandise. The men glanced around, looking for the culprit. The big one, the one in charge, aimed his gun and started shooting, hoping to at least get one of these heroes. If he could get one, defeat would not sound too bad. Roy dodged out of the way of the coming bullet, and shot an arrow of his own. His arrow landed in the big guy's leg. He growled out in pain and in anger. The man pulled the trigger once more, this time grazing Roy.
Roy cursed softly to himself.
"Roy, are you okay?" Oliver asked in his arrow voice.
"Yeah…" He grunted softly, "Just a graze. I'll be fine. Let's get these guys."
Oliver nodded, "I couldn't agree more." He shot an arrow at the wall, and zipped down the line, kicking one of the fleeting men in the face.
Diggle dodged a fist, and kicked the legs out from under the man he was fighting. "Criminals." He muttered into his piece, "They just never learn, do they?"
The other two vigilantes chuckled under their breath, agreeing.
They finished up, tying up the culprits with rope from the warehouse and leaving a phone call to the police department. "Lance can take it from here," Oliver said, placing the last criminal down next to the others.
With that, they all left the scene with Diggle driving them. "Okay, we're all done, Felicity. We are on our way back. You can go home if you want." Oliver suggested over the intercom to Felicity.
She grinned softly to herself and asked "Are you sure? I can wait here for you if you want."
Oliver shook his head and replied, "No…" He paused, and softly sighed. "I mean you should go home and rest. You deserve it. You have been a big help."
Felicity shrugged, "Okay if you say so. Should I turn off the computers or will you need them?"
"Nah you can go ahead and power them off. I'm just going to show up there to change and then go home myself."
She nodded to herself, "Okay. See you tomorrow?"
"Of course," his grin was evident through his voice.
She removed the ear piece and placed it carefully down in the storage. She reached over, powering off the computers. After everything was carefully tucked away and powered down, she climbed the stairs. Opening the door, the music quickly invaded her ears. It was Friday night so Verdant was filled with people and they were drunk by now. She didn't want to have to go through all of these people just to leave so she decided that she could take the back entrance. It made more sense anyway to her since her car was parked there. They usually always parked there that way if they had to go somewhere for their night activities, they could avoid being delayed by drunk club goers.
When she opened the door, the fresh air hit her. It was cooling down here in the Glades and she quite enjoyed this weather. She was walking to her car when she felt like someone was following her. She frowned softly and glanced over her shoulder but did not spot anyone. She knew better but she also felt she was one to get too paranoid. She was safe, she told herself. No one was there. Then why was her heart beating so fast? She subconsciously sped up her footsteps and now she knew she could hear someone else, following close behind her. She didn't bother checking, digging into her purse, looking for her phone. As she pulled her phone out, a hand went over her mouth, and she felt something metallic against her throat, causing her to drop her purse along with its contents. She felt tears spring to her face, and she begged to be left alone.
"I am going to remove my hand. But yell, and it's over for you. Forever." He had a thick accent.
She sniffled softly, and nodded as best as she could with a knife against her.
"Good." He said with a small grin, removing the hand from her mouth. "Now can you tell me what you know about the Arrow?"
She glanced back at him, and shook her head. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He got angry. "I know you know something. I fed you the information and then the Arrow just pops by. I know you are working with him. And I am going to make you pay!" She struggled against him, trying to get free but before she knew it, her mouth was covered again, this time by a cloth. She slowly felt the world around her growing dark as she blacked out.
Diggle parked in the back of Verdant. Oliver got out of the van and looked around. He was still high on alert from the mission. "Her car is still here," he grinned, unaware. "She hasn't gone home yet. Bet she's waiting for me."
Roy got out as well, and grinned over at Oliver. "She's definitely crazy for you."
Oliver smirked softly to himself. "Yeah. I have that effect on her." He joked.
Diggle noticed something laying on the floor, "guys, I see something." He walked over to it and picked up the purse and the broken phone. "Hey… isn't this Felicity's?"
Oliver frowned and walked over to him. "What?" He slowly reached for the contents, immediately noticing them. "Yeah." He ran a hand over his face, groaning. Of course. How could he be so stupid? This was all his fault. He noticed a note. He pulled it out and read it quickly to himself. He punched the wall.
"What did it say?" Roy asked, frowning.
"He got her! He's linked her to us somehow. I swear to God…if he's hurt her, I'll kill him. I swear I will kill himself with my own bare hands!"
"Oliver, does it give any clues as to where he took her?" Diggle said, inside he was seething as well. Felicity was like a sister to him.
Oliver shook his head, trying to fight back tears that threatened to come. "No. Not even a damn name." He growled out, punching the wall. "Damn it! It was too easy, stopping them. I should have known they had something up their sleeve."
"Oliver… it's not your fault. We didn't have any reason to believe that there was any other reason for finding them besides Felicity's skills." Diggle said softly.
"We'll find her." Roy added, "We won't go home until we do."
Oliver shook his head, "No…you guys should go home. Rest. I'll take care of this. They took her because of me and I will save her. But not at the sacrifice of you two."
"It's no sacrifice, Oliver." Diggle said, "Sometimes you have to let other people help you."
"Yeah, we care about her too, you know." Roy crossed his arms, "Look, let's not argue about this. We need to start now. There's no telling what she's going through the longer we stand out here talking about what we could do."
Oliver squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing his temples, not wanting to think about what she might or might not be going through. "Okay. Let's do this. Diggle go get the tapes…Roy, you come with me."
Slowly the light hit, and she opened her eyes. She groaned softly. Where was she? She glanced around. The only light was coming from the small window. She was tied down on a bed. She gasped softly, and struggled with her restraints. Her clothes had been replaced with a garment when she was knocked out. "Let me go!" She screamed.
"Scream all you want. These walls are sound proof. No one will hear you." A dark figure slowly appeared from the shadows. He was hideous.
Felicity gasped softly, "Please." She whispered.
"You're a pawn in a bigger game now, Miss Smoak."
Author note:
Well what do you think? Should I continue? How dark would you guys mind?