Good People: Chapter 4
Felicity was looking out the window of the sleek Lincoln town car's backseat when a cell phone rang. She opened her small silvery purse and pulled out both cell phones, one being hers and the other being the Arrow's.
"Digg, it's Officer Lance calling the Arrow," she said, reading the display on his screen.
"Is the voice modulator activated?" Diggle asked, glancing in the rearview mirror. She nodded. "Go ahead and answer it."
"Hello, Officer Lance," Felicity said, trying to make her voice sound as deep as possible.
"Hey - who is this?" Quentin Lance wasn't fooled. "That's not you is it, Ms. Smoak? Are you still helping the Arrow out? You know that's dangerous at best." Lance had a knack of sounding both irritated and fatherly the few times she had been around him in the past several months.
"Um," Felicity paused, "well, even the Arrow needs tech support. I'm just doing some, you know, updates and stuff on his phone is all. Well, except for right this second because I'm talking to you, but I'll get right back on it and be on my way as soon as we're off the phone."
Diggle suppressed a chuckle as Felicity rambled. He dared not look in the rearview mirror because her expression and nervous gesticulations would most likely make him drive off the road.
"You see that you do that, young lady. Now about the Arrow, can you pass along a message for me?"
"Sure thing, Officer Lance. What is it?" She pressed the speaker icon on the screen so that Diggle could hear the message.
"We pinched two suspects at a convenience store today that are wanted for their part in some of the more, shall we say, violent robberies in The Glades since the Undertaking. During the interrogation process, one of them snitched and gave us the supposed whereabouts of their bossman, Delmar Castano."
Diggle gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, his jaw set firmly. They had been looking for this ringleader for weeks. He was dangerous, and they wanted to get him off the streets.
"Pinched?" Felicity asked.
"Um, yeah. Ya know, arrested. Anyways," Lance continued, "he said Castano's running his operations from the old Lickteig Lumber warehouse on the docks around Moreland and River Streets. I know your buddy's been searching the streets trying to track this guy, and I thought this intel might be helpful for him."
"Probably so, Officer Lance. And thank you -"
"Thank me? For what?" Lance asked.
"For calling the Arrow Arrow. He's trying hard to change his image in this city."
"Yeah, well, don't go throwing me a party just yet. My brain is still trying to sort things out about him." And just like that, Lance disconnected.
Diggle peered back at Felicity. "Looks like Oliver will be fashionably late tonight."
"Agreed," Felicity said, putting the cell phone back in her purse.
Diggle continued through the city toward Starling Plaza. He made great time and pulled up in the circular drive. He walked around the car, opened the back door, and helped Felicity out. "Um, you might not want to sit down tonight," he said eyeing her slit.
She cast her eyes downward at the slit that reached ridiculously high over her right thigh. "Believe me when I say I've considered that." She turned to him before she entered the front doors to the prestigious hotel. "Digg . . . we do what we do because, as you said, we're good people."
"Yes, we do - and we are," Diggle agreed, remembering their conversation from the night before when he treated them to an impromptu jazz concert.
"That being said, you bring Oliver back in time to see me in this Harry Winston necklace." And with that, she spun around on her silver stiletto heels to go and cover for Oliver at the gala.
"Oh, he'll want to see you in all your glory, Ms. Smoak." Diggle couldn't help but smile as he went back to the driver's side of the town car and eased out to the street to help Oliver catch Castano.
A/N: Long story as short as possible: my laptop wouldn't start up this morning. As it turns out from the IT guy I saw this afternoon, (nope, I didn't go see Felicity LOL), my hard drive was fried. My stuff from the past four years is gone (stupid me learned a valuable lesson about backing up stuff from now on). The pictures, the videos, my graduate work and writings, and my stories...in particular, the 2000+ word finale (total for chapters 4 and 5) for THIS story. I worked on it on and off most of the day yesterday. Just ask Spitfire303 - she and I were DM'ing about this latest chapter when I thanked her for her review. (Yes, I reply to all of y'all's reviews via DM - I appreciate them so much! I wish I could reply to the guest reviews as well b/c they also mean so much to me.)
So . . . I was incredibly bummed out today but, like a phoenix, have risen from the flames to recreate that story I worked so hard on yesterday. Thank goodness I had read over it enough times throughout the day that I remembered a lot of the details. I will tell you this - it's tough typing a full-fledged story on my iPad mini's little keyboard attachment. LOL
I hope you liked this newly recreated 'chapter 4'.
Thank you all for reading, commenting, following, and favoriting my stories. If not for that, I am sure I wouldn't have had the desire to try recreating this chapter after my horrible ordeal.