DR. PERVO: BOOK I

1. Overwatch

It was nearing midnight on Halloween when Felicity Smoak signed off the Internet and shut down her laptop. Aside from her own presence, Arrowcave was deserted. All the team members were out patrolling the streets on the most chaotic night of the year, ensuring that the citizens were safe from evil doers. Pulling her long, blond waves of hair back into a ponytail and deftly slipping it through a holder, she removed her glasses and proceeded to massage her throbbing temples because her head ached from a marathon session as her online alter ego, Overwatch.

Two months earlier Overwatch infected the core Internet routers with her latest super stealth packet sniffer and automatic decryption tool, otherwise known as STID (Stealth Tool for Interception and Decryption). This breakthrough hack had led to a number of critical leads for Team Arrow in the never ending fight against crime. However, thanks to her exceptional skill as one of the world's most talented computer hackers, Felicity was now faced with a serious dilemma. Several hours earlier the STID server had flagged a suspicious transmission. Hours later, the server having finally decrypted the message, she discovered it was an email that purported to be from Tim Drake to Stephanie Brown. The text consisted of a very brief invitation that urgently begged Stephanie to arrive at a Halloween party being held at midnight at a location that Arrow intelligence listed as an abandoned warehouse. Furthermore, GPS coordinates verified the place was located near the docks, dead center in the middle of a severely blighted area of the city. In fact, it was ground zero for several blocks that were marked for imminent demolition. It certainly wasn't the safest place to hold a Halloween party; however, on the other hand, it might be the ideal place for spooks to be lurking in the dark and desolate shadows.

What concerned Felicity most is that the address of the sending server had been spoofed. Although at a glance it appeared to have been sent from Tim Drake's legitimate email account, a closer examination revealed the transmission actually came from a network server at the same location as the suspicious warehouse. There's no way that Stephanie would be able to tell this, hence it seemed likely she would respond to the invite without the least bit of suspicion. In fact, it was quite possible that Stephanie was currently arriving at the abandoned warehouse precisely as Felicity was contemplating what to do.

Felicity considered putting out an emergency distress call, but decided against it because she wasn't even sure the message she had intercepted warranted such an extreme measure. Maybe it really was just an authentic location for a cryptic Halloween party? Unfortunately, if not, there was no time to track down team members and pull them away from the urgent business they were already attending to. The only obvious solution was to take matters into her own hands. After all, she had been actively working out in the gymnasium for months, and all the team members had pitched in to teach her martial arts, various hand-to-hand combat skills, and weapons training in a number of different firearms, blades and (of course) bows.

Felicity felt confident she was ready to head out into the field on her own. She shoulder holstered a Smith & Wesson M&P45, pulled on her black leather jacket, grabbed the keys for the specially fortified Cadillac Escalade, and took the elevator down to the secret parking garage...