Previously: He leaned into the car and kissed her, wiped away the tears she shed 'I promise you that I won't stop until I get you back'
'I know ' she squeezed his hand. He gave her the knife he found and she drove off full speed, the wheels spun kicking up dirt and providing him with a little extra coverage.
Oliver hobbled to the tree line and pulled out the binoculars taking photos of the road block. There were two cars, but only one man that he could see. He took a few photos of him and pulled out the phone. 'Dig, Felicity has been taken'.
It wasn't long before the local police arrived at the cabin. The explosion spurred a flurry of 911 calls by concerned locals that resided at the base of the mountain.
They took his statement and a photo of Felicity that Oliver carried in his wallet. He signed a form freeing the hospital of any liability when he mulishly refused to stay. Dig waited out the front of the hospital.
'Thanks for coming' Oliver said as he approached his friend.
'I'm here for Felicity' Dig said flatly.
'I know' he replied softly
'Oliver, lets get one thing straight. You and I are a galaxy away from being ok…. but to me, Felicity is family. I don't care how many doors we have to kick down, we have to find her.' As much as Oliver's betrayal still stung whenever he thought of it, this was about Felicity and that meant that his issues with Oliver would have to take a backseat for now.
Oliver nodded. He knew that he had hurt Dig but if Dig liked it or not, to Oliver he would always be his brother regardless if the feeling was mutual.
'What do we know?' John asked getting down to business.
'Not a lot, whoever did this knows their way around a bomb. They watched us for a few days which tells me they are smart enough to do their homework.'
'Patient too'
'Yeah, and less likely to make mistakes. I took a photo that we need to run through facial recognition'
'I'll send it to Lyla, she needs a way to help.'
Earlier:
When Felicity arrived at the road block she slammed on the breaks.
She had intended to drive through it and hopefully run this man down with her car, she had done that before, run a person down.
The man stood stock still as she sped towards him. He didn't even flinch; instead he fired a few rounds at her and as it turned out the fear getting shot and then of plummeting off a cliff won over. The car screeched to a halt inches before her would be kidnapper.
'Ms Smoak, so nice to finally meet you' yelled the man blocking the road.
'Sorry I can't say the same.' Felicity replied raising her hands up.
Silently he motioned her to get out of the car by waving his gun around.
'Who are you? Why are you doing this?'
'Get out of the car. Slowly'
'Is someone paying you?'
'Move away from the door'
'Is someone paying you to kill us?'
'Never bite the hand that feeds you.'
'So that is a yes? Who is it? Or at least tell me why?'
'You know Miss Smoak, preparation is the key to success.' He said as he pulled out zip ties and one of her t-shirts that he took from the cabin and tore it into strips with his mouth. 'After just one day of watching you and your now dead boyfriend I knew was going to have to muzzle that pretty little mouth'. The coldness in the man's laugh trilled down her back raising goose bumps on her arms.
'No, please don't! You don't have to do this.' Felicity pleaded. He grabbed her wrist and put away his side arm. She took the opportunity to jab him in his upper chest with her elbow in an attempt to get away. He was a lot stronger and well trained. She almost got away from him but he grabbed her hair and dragged up against the car, roughly tied her hands behind her back and tightly covered her mouth.
She tried to yell but the cloth muffled her voice. He just slammed the boot shut, not line of worry or a sign of remorse on his face.
Her mind raced so fast it was almost difficult to form a rational thought. The darkness and heat swallowed her whole. What if Oliver couldn't find her? She knew he would die trying but what if …what if he didn't get there in time. No she immediately decided to stop that train of thought before it threw her into a dark spiral of defeat.
Felicity tried to reach for the knife Oliver gave her. Survive, she had to stay alive long enough for Oliver to reach her. The knife was tucked on the right side of jeans. 'Get the knife' she ordered herself as she rolled on to her back. Then she tried to twist herself every which way to get it. 'Get the knife' she started to sob but pushed herself to get it. A few cuts on her hip had her crying a little harder but she stopped once she secured the knife and cut herself free. 'Survive' she told herself.
Phone call:
'I have Miss Smoak'
'Alive?'
'Yes of course'
'Good, bring her to me. Half your fee is now in your bank account. The rest will be transferred when I have her'
'I am three hours away'
Dig and Oliver went back to where she was taken and worked the scene. There was not a lot left behind. Just the tyre marks where she had slammed the breaks. One of the cars that the man killed to use as a road block was taken by the police as evidence. They joined the volunteers that combed the forest until night fell. There was no sign of her. They were just about to head back to Star City when they received a call from Lyla.
'I have something. The man that took Felicity he is a professional extractor wanted by the FBI. He takes people and makes them permanently disappear, best in his field. John this wasn't some random kidnap for ransom.'
'That makes sense. They seemed to vanish once they hit the road. We are on our way home, keep digging'
'Johnny I was worried before but now I am scared for her. Oliver must be going crazy.''
'Actually he is scary calm' said Dig looking over at Oliver.
Oliver asked Dig to put Lyla on speaker.
'Lyla, Felicity would have found a way to track the car, I don't know how but maybe we can find a way to borrow a satellite?'
'I'll call in a few favour's' she replied.
'We are three hours away'
'See you soon ' she was glad John was coming home. She could hear the anxiety in his voice earlier. It was subtle, but she heard it.
Felicity was sure they drove for several hours, the constant thud of the turning wheels lulling her to sleep in the darkness.
When the car stopped, startled she readied herself to escape, she knew she was going to have only one chance to get away. She gripped the knife and waited for her captor open the boot door.
As soon as she heard the lock release and felt the fresh air surround her she opened her eyes and swung her arm wildly. She lunged towards the man desperate to injure him enough to allow her to get away but he was able to disarm her and slammed the boot door over her head.
The man pushed her back to access the damage. She lay still as the night and pale as the moon with the only colour in the form of red blood streaming down her face.
Oh Miss Smoak what did you make me do?
