"What do you need? Tell me what you need and I'll get it," Felicity asked urgently into her microphone. She was sitting at her desk, each monitor lit up with information that didn't mean a thing until Oliver decided to inform her of what exactly he needed. "Little… busy… Felicity," came the reply, words fumbling out in between grunts and pants as the Green Arrow locked his fists onto his target. "Coordinates? Your guy's social security number? The make of the armour he's wearing and any weak points it has?" Felicity persisted, knowing full well that if Oliver Queen had finished his damn sentence before launching an arrow at his opponents face he wouldn't have been grappling with him for the last ten minutes. "Ummm let me think what else could you need… his address? Information on his family for leverage so he stops kicking your ass? Layout of the building? Structural weaknesses of the floor you're on?"
"YES," Ollie grunted back non-specifically.

"Yes? Yes to the last one! Of course to the last one, his address or family information wouldn't help you now. Okay let's see, structural weaknesses… well it was built in the last fifty years but I think… yes! Okay Ollie you need to aim for the southwest wall, overlooking the parking garage and office block; that side of the room was built as part of an extension only five years ago but it seems to be made of much cheaper and weaker material than the original build."

More grunting, then finally a bang. One of Oliver's explosive arrows had collided with the corner of the southwest wall and blown a large hole in the side of the building, exposing the fighters to the cool night air and more importantly startling his opponent. Caught off guard, the heavily armoured man turned to see the cause of the loud noise and exposed himself long enough for Oliver to punch him hard on the jaw, then bring his other fist up to his opposite ear to disorientate him for even longer. Looking left and right to try and get his bearings, the armoured man hardly noticed his feet leave the floor as the Green Arrow picked him up by his vest and carried him to the newly formed edge of the room. "Who are you supplying weapons to? The man who bought the semi-automatic handguns! Tell me his name!" Oliver yelled, threatening the man with an ungraceful fall from their height on the seventh floor of the building. While most of the Arrow's targets would be quivering by now, ready to spill their secrets and souls in exchange for their lives, the armoured man simply began to chuckle. "Don't worry, vigilante, you'll hear him before you see him!" he said, now craning his head back further to look over the edge of the building. "What's that supposed to mean?" Ollie grunted, shoving the man slightly further back despite the fact it didn't seem to perturbe him any more. "Ping! Blam!" his victim said, chuckling in between each word and then finally locking eyes with his enemy, staring beneath the green mask that closely surrounded his eyes and whispered, "Snap."
"Do you want me to kill you?" Oliver asked roughly, growing impatient with this man and the complete uselessness of his answers. "Is your client really that terrifying that you would rather die by my hands than his? Is that why you won't answer me?" He took one step closer to the edge.
"Him? Terrifying? Oh completely. But not to me, because I don't bother him. I don't run around in a cape and act in the name of justice, so I'm not on his hit list. I taunt you, Arrow, because you are."
"Then you better run and find him, and tell him that if he is the kind of man buying guns from hired muscle like you, and working his way through a hit list, then he better run before I find him." Oliver dipped the man over the edge one last time, and then launched him back into the room so he could run to his client with all his limbs intact to deliver his message.

"Did you get any of that?" the Arrow spoke into his radio, hoping that Felicity at least had some idea of what the armoured man's answers meant. "Yep, every word. Every weird, weird, word," she replied, pacing back and forth now in front of her computer. "You heading back?" she asked as the door to the Arrow cave swung open and Sara walked in, dressed as usual in her black tank top and workout leggings. Felicity waved a silent 'hi' to the assassin whilst listening to Ollie explain the long route he wanted to take back, just to see if there was any heightened activity in certain areas. "Okay then, radio if you want any help because I'll be here," she replied as jovially as she could before muting her microphone now that the action was over. She looked around the Arrow cave, expecting to see Sara already stripped from her tank top and working out in her sports bra on the salmon ladder as usual, but to Felicity's dismay she was once again alone in the room. She could have sworn Sara came in… she definitely did because she waved… surely she wasn't imagining things? The whole assassin thing was such a pain in the ass sometimes, Sara moved so quietly that Felicity had no hope of locating her no matter how hard she tried. Knowing that there was no hope of finding Sara without the sudden development of a sixth sense, Felicity sat back down at her desk and decided to see if she could access the police database for anyone known by the alias Ping, Blam, or Snap. She knew it was a long shot and the man Ollie interrogated was probably just spouting nonsense, but she had to start someone.

"Blam?" a sarcastic voice came from directly behind her, making Felicity jump out of her skin and nearly fall out of her seat. "Hooooly… Sara you scared the crap out of me!"
"I told you, it's the…"
"The assassin thing, I know."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you so bad," Sara said with an apologetic yet humoured tone. "So, who's Blam?" she asked again.
"No one, I don't know… maybe someone? Ollie interrogated one of the hired muscle men that was at that arms deal the other night. He asked him about the client and all he had to say was 'Ping, Blam, and Snap' so I'm trying to see if those are aliases of anyone."
"What a name," Sara snorted, "I sometimes wonder where these guys get their ideas from."
"I know right, like what did this one do - open up a comic book and pick the first three sound bubbles he saw?" Felicity said, laughing so much at the thought of it that she didn't notice Sara's face settle and begin to ponder. After a few seconds she looked up at the assassin wondering why she had stopped finding it funny, and felt a glimmer of hope that something had actually clicked in Sara's brain and she knew who they were looking for. "What else did he say?" Sara asked, taking a step closer to Felicity's desk and looking over the files she had found so far. "Something about hearing him before you see him? And then about his hit-list and how he wasn't afraid, because the client only goes after caped crusaders like Oliver."

A small smile appeared across Sara's face, the realisation humouring the assassin as she knew how much it would please Felicity. She remained next to Felicity at her desk but turned more to face her, perching on the edge of the desk and resting her hands on the surface, resting close to Felicity's manicured fingers. "You think Blam is a stupid name? Try Onomatopoeia." As expected, Felicity burst into laughter. "Onomatopoeia? You can't be serious," she managed to say after composing herself, turning to type it into the database. "What's his superpower, yelling 'smack' until his victims run in fear?"
"More like saying 'snap' as he breaks his victims arm, then 'bang' when he fires his gun into their skull."

Felicity swallowed hard, the humour of the situation suddenly mellowing into something more sinister. "I fought him once, a long time ago when I was in the League," Sara continued, "His martial arts is good, but not on the level of the League. He favours semi-automatic handguns when his hand-to-hand isn't enough to win him the battle, and he is good. I'm talking Deadshot kind of good."
"Why was the League after him?" Felicity asked, not sure she wanted the answer. This guy was starting to creep her out, his ridiculous name and narration of his actions now painting more of a terrifying picture than before. Like when you watched a horror movie that had nursery rhymes in them; it took something innocent and twisted it into a weapon of fear.
"Virago," Sara replied with a hint of sadness in her voice.
"... A violent woman?" Felicity asked, not quite understanding why Sara would say that word.
"Virago was a vigilante, or at least she wanted to be. Her agility and speed caught the eye of the League, but she was too uncontrollable and passionate to retain it's attention for long. She didn't pose much of a threat or an opportunity for an ally, so the League moved on. But there was something about her, something about her fire and determination that made me keep watching. She didn't have much experience and needed a lot of work if she was ever going to make it, but she just wanted to do good. Before Onomatopoeia got her, she went after muggers and thieves; petty things in comparison to the League and Ollie but I think that's what drew me to her. She didn't want fame or final boss battles, she just wanted her own way of peace and to help people."

Felicity listened attentively, totally captured by Sara's voice and the emotions coming through her voice as she spoke of this young girl. "It was her longing to help people that Onomatopoeia preyed on. One night I was on League business in Philadelphia, something stupid that I don't even remember. It was an easy job and over an hour after I landed, so I decided to watch the city from the rooftops and see if Virago was out that night. I didn't want to interfere, just see what it was like when the fire and determination that I once had was forged with a desire to do good in your own city; your home, rather than in an organisation where it was a matter of status and success to have blood on your hands. I heard the same cries that she did, and headed towards a voice calling out for help. I knew that she would follow any call for help, so I was hopeful that this was where I would find her. I arrived just in time to watch a dart fly into her spine and her legs collapse from underneath her. Because I was there on League business I couldn't intervene; I couldn't risk being seen when officially I wasn't even supposed to be in the country. Even if I could have intervened, I don't know if I would have been able to. Watching her fall to the ground paralysed me, I probably wouldn't have been able to move and save her no matter how badly I wanted to," Sara's eyes dropped down to the floor, no longer able to hold the gaze of the tech genius in front of her. She wasn't sure if it was the emotional memory that made her look down, or the shame she still held from not being able to save the young girl. Probably a mix of both, she thought, but the sensation of a fleeting hand brushing against her arm soothed her pain slightly. Felicity hadn't wanted to touch Sara for a long period of time when she was clearly upset, not knowing how she would react in such a vulnerable state, but she had to do something and so settled for a gentle touch to Sara's arm.

"She called out for help, and I saw a man in a long black coat and a black hood covering his whole face approaching her. The hood had these weird white circles, almost in a geometric pattern painted onto it. He walked over to her and she asked him for help. I don't know why she did that, or in what world a hooded man in a black trench coat would not be suspicious after you've just been shot by a paralysing dart, but maybe she wasn't thinking clearly. Maybe she just held onto the tiny piece of hope that she'd get out of that night alive, on the off-chance that the hooded man was actually on her side. But he raised a pistol to her head and waited, actually waited for her to beg for mercy, and then shot her. The only thing I remember after that was his low voice saying 'blam,' as if he was providing a comic book-style commentary of his gun shooting her in the head." A silence hung in the air as Sara finished speaking, and Felicity watched her jaw tighten and her gaze focus on something in front of her as though Sara was trying her hardest not to be affected by her emotions. After a few seconds, the assassin shifted and mentally brushed herself off, never one to let herself feel anything for too long. "So yeah," she said casually, "That's Onomatopoeia, and I reckon that's who we're looking for."

Sara turned to face Felicity's computer and began typing, much to Felicity's discomfort. While she understood that Sara was upset and had a personal grudge against this man, she couldn't help but feel rendered useless whenever someone else touched her computer. Most of the time her protectiveness over her system came from the fact that it was her baby, and Oliver or Diggle would probably break it with one tap of a key. But Sara knew what she was doing, and that almost made it worse. As if Sara could sense Felicity's discomfort, she turned her head away from the screen and looked at the blonde sitting in her chair, now toying with the seam at the bottom of her dress. "Sorry, I should have asked. Is it okay if I use this?" Sara asked apologetically, feeling a pang of guilt that it was already a bit too late. "Sure!" Felicity said overenthusiastically, "Of course! I mean I trust you more than the boys, and I suppose you'll need to get familiar with my - I mean the… the system if you're going to be here more permanently." The pang of guilt in Sara's chest grew, remembering her conversation with Felicity a few days ago. She didn't mean to make Felicity feel obsolete, especially when she felt such a natural connection to the woman and already felt a kind of friendship with her. "I just got ahead of myself, I don't think I'll ever be able to familiarise myself with a system as complex as this. I don't know how you do it." She hoped for redemption with her words, but she knew as well as Felicity that whilst she wasn't quite the genius that the techie was, she wasn't far off. Her words were lost on everything except a small smile from Felicity; the kind of smile that says "I know you're lying but thanks for trying". The last thing she wanted was for the smaller blonde to feel useless, especially as Sara knew how awful that feeling could be. If she couldn't convince Felicity of her worth just yet, she would have to save that for another time or perhaps a more long-term endeavour and instead focus on what they could do in the moment.

"Come with me," Sara said firmly, already reaching for her bag and throwing Felicity a hoodie to put on over her dress. "Do you have a portable version of this? I think I know where we could find Onomatopoeia, or at least something to indicate where he is."
"Wh-... no… I mean yes I have a portable version but I can't come with you!"
"Why not?" Sara asked, genuinely a little surprised that Ollie had kept Felicity on house arrest during missions for so long. Whilst she wasn't yet physically ready to be in the field, there were definitely multiple situations that Sara could think of where it would be useful to have Felicity nearby in a secure location but in the field nonetheless.
"Because I can't! I'm the tech girl! Not some… vigilante...assassin...military… warrior!"
Sara took a step closer to Felicity and looked deeply into her blue eyes that were as bright as she was and said, "Look, Ollie is still out. God knows when he'll be back from acting all macho out there, but we're here now and we can do something." Felicity still looked doubtful about the whole endeavour so Sara continued, "We have the intel, and I have you." She waited for a few seconds longer until Felicity nodded her head ever so slightly and whispered, "Okay."

A storm of emotions were whirling through Felicity; she was scared at the mere suggestion of going out into the field, but excited at the possibility of being in the middle of some action, although she hoped the action was minimal and mostly observational that night. To top it all off, Sara was close enough to her that when she said the words, "I have you," Felicity felt weak at the knees. She could see every freckle on Sara's face, every layer and depth of blue within her eyes that sought her face for approval so desperately. When Sara Lance looks at you like that and makes you feel like that, so excited and full of anticipation and wanted, how can you say anything other than "okay". Sara's lips spread into a wide smile once Felicity had accepted, and she waited for two more seconds just to savour the moment before whipping around again and moving her body almost as fast as her brain. She threw a spare pair of shoes from her own locker towards Felicity and said, "Here, you'll need these instead of your heels. There isn't much I can do about your dress except give you that hoodie to help keep you hidden and warm, but it looks like you can move well enough in that dress?"
"Thanks," Felicity replied, pulling the boots on. They felt a little big for her, probably made worse by the fact that she was wearing tights, but luckily they didn't move too much once she laced them up. "My dress isn't a problem, after the first attack I made sure I was always wearing something I could at least run in," she said truthfully, hoping one day she could tell Sara about all of their stories when it was just the three of them. That is, if Ollie hadn't already told her first.

Felicity walked over to Sara, and the two women stood next to one another with their backpacks on and excited smiles on their faces. This was just another night for Sara, but her excitement came from knowing that Felicity would be there with her. She had been a lone traveller ever since the League, but it felt good to finally have a friend by her side especially when it meant freeing that friend from the confines of her desk and perhaps showing her the appreciation and possibilities waiting for her when Ollie wasn't using her as a mere errand girl. Sara had pulled her own hoodie on and grabbed her Canary mask, not wanting to go full Canary-mode tonight as it was merely an observational exercise but still wanting to maintain her anonymity. Felicity didn't have a mask, but the grey hoodie would conceal her face well enough for where Sara would be taking her. She held her backpack strap tightly, feeling powered by the portable device in her bag that she rarely got to use but knew could provide so much for Sara tonight; half wishing that Oliver was able to see what badass things she was capable of outside the cave but also half wishing that Oliver never found out about this adventure with Sara so that it could remain hers. More than anything, Felicity felt powered by the Canary next to her; by Sara and the trust and faith and excitement that she had sparked in her tonight.