Felicity and Oliver already hungered for him at their command center below the night club. Before Diggle finished the last step of the metal stairs, Felicity was on him. "And? What's she like? Did she remember anything? Does she have an accent? Any noticable scars? Not that you were supposed to examine her that closely but she might have some in her face disfiguring her..." she rattled on.

Unlike Oliver Diggle saw the contact mine coming. After all his military training was good for something.

"She's nice," was all he told her. Further words could trigger the mine.

"Nice? That's all?" Felicity deflated like a balloon.

Diggle nodded.

"No scars?" She muttered, disappointed.

Diggle shook his head. "No scars."

"Did you get the fingerprint?" Oliver came to his rescue.

He produced his phone and handed it to Felicity. She plugged it into her laptop and started to type.

„How is she?" Oliver inquired in a silent voice, hoping Felicity was to busy to eavesdrop. Diggle doubted it.

„Holding up," he said. "The amnesia is troubling her. She was really grateful for our help." He shot a glance at Felicity and swore her ears just got bigger.

"She's tough," Oliver said.

"Raissa was with her when I arrived. I told her to take care of our guest. Shouldn't be too hard for her as she's used to your nocturnal female company."

Oliver granted Diggle a furious glance usually set aside for his opponents. "I've changed," he hissed.

"Hasn't caught on with Raissa, though." He shrugged. "And with our guest, neither. Your reputation precedes you, Mister Queen."

Sighing, Oliver ran a hand through his hair. "Great."

"Nothing," Felicity announced just then. "No entry found in the police's database."

"So she has a clear record. She'll be glad to hear." Oliver stepped behind her and studied the screen. "How about your face-recognition software? Can we use it? There should be a close up of her face on last night's recordings from the Queen mansion's surveillance cameras."

Felicity immediately got to work. Hacking herself into the security system of Oliver's home wasn't much of a problem. The firewall was good but not good enough for her. Undreamt possibilities suddenly opened up. She could secretly spy on Oliver whenever she wanted. But that would turn her into a stalker, right? And even if she was immensely tempted she didn't want to abuse his trust. Not trusting her, he would have never suggested it. Sie had to respect his private life like Diggle did. Curse honesty!

After a few minutes she had found the correct recording. A grainy black and white picture showed an Oliver without hood and green suit but in jeans and dark polo shirt carrying a motionless woman towards the Queen mansion. She hang limply in his arms, long hair and long legs dangling with each of his steps. Diggle was close behind. Felicity enlarged the sequence while Oliver walked to the front door. How effortlessly he carried her! Like she weighed nothing. She really should work out more... When he stepped into the outdoor lighting's cone she got a pretty good shot of the woman's face, cutting it out. Some keystroke combinations later she had pasted the image detail into her facial recognition program. Now the system compared her main features with faces on every surveillance camera in the city.

"This might take some time," she explained. "Let's grab something to eat. Hacking into police data always makes me hungry."

Diggle grinned. He had no objections to a Big Belly Burger right now. "I'm in," he agreed, looking at Oliver who was still taken in by the monitor, apparently not listening.

"Oliver?"

He raised his head.

„Big Belly Burger?"

Diggle knew his friend had other things on his mind than burgers but that was the problem with Oliver. Sometimes he got so lost inside his protective instinct that he forgot fundamental things like eating. He wasn't surprised when Oliver shook his head.

"You have to eat, Oliver," he reminded him. Half an hour surely won't matter."

Felicity came to his aid. "Even if you had spent the last couple of years on an island and lived off leaves and bugs and any other gross stuff I don't even want to know about, doesn't mean you don't have to eat. Because all this training of yours will be useless when all those muscles you like to display here on a regular basis will diminish while hanging naked from those rods or hitting dummies. Not that I have any objections... I mean it's a yummy sight... believe me it's tough not to notice... Oh my God, did I just say that? Yes, I did... And I better shut up now." She covered her mouth with both hands, her face dark red.

Diggle had to pull himself together not to laugh out loud. How did the IT girl always manage to embarrass herself? Each time he amused himself anew. He looked at Oliver to watch his reaction but he didn't look like he got Felicity's sand trap. At least he pretended not to have heard anything.

Suddenly the computer gave off a short ping. He had found a match. The burgers will have to wait. Diggle and Felicity headed for the computer, while Oliver already tapped onto the display. Another security camera footage showed up. The same bad quality as the Queen mansion's camera but it was the unknown brunette. „Footage is from two days ago. Central station. Ticket hall," said Felicity.

„Did she use a credit card?" Diggle asked.

She zoomed closer to the counter. „No, cash."

„Damn it!" Oliver's flat hand hit the table and Felicity jumped with shock. „This is madness! Am I the only one thinking she does this with purpose? Trying to cover her tracks?"

„You do have a point," Diggle agreed.

„Wait!" Felicity raised her hand in excitement. „There's something. I saw something… just a second… I got it…" Her fingers flew across the keyboard. The recording jumped back to the point where the mysterious woman turned to the counter and leaned across. Felicity pointed at the screen. „Right there! You see that? At her waistband? That's an employee ID card."

Diggle and Oliver leaned even further toward the computer. Her face was suddenly framed by two remarkable biceps. That was a new experience for her. But not uncomfortable. Not every woman could cross that from her bucket list, Felicity was sure.

„Unbelievable!" Diggle was stunned. „You're amazing!"

„Good job, Felicity," Oliver praised her, conjuring a wide smile on her face.

„Okay, let's see who we're up to," she muttered and hammered down on the keys. She could hardly wait to expose the enemy in Oliver's bed. It won't be long and she'd have a face. And then she could print it, put it on the wall and borrow Oliver's bow and arrow…

She stopped the recording right when the stranger's coat shifted by her movement and something white flashed at the waistband of her jeans. She zoomed at the something, copied it and enlarged it even further. The computer gave off a short buzzing to get the picture sharp, then the ID card filled the screen.

For seconds, all three of them silently stared at the photo of a young woman with dark brown hair and big brown eyes, smiling softly. Her face was heart-shaped, with a subtle nose and full lips. No, she wasn't hideous, Felicity had to admit with regret. And she didn't have a face disfigured by scars. She looked nice. Like someone she would befriend. Maybe it would be easier to hate her if she looked like a supermodel.

„That's her," Diggle said und read the ID card aloud. „ Her name is Cassandra Taylor. We got her name."

„And he works at Star pharmaceuticals. Research department," Felicity added.

The rest was a piece of cake. Thanks to her name and her staff number Felicity could hack Star Pharma's mainframe, open her personal file and get all data including her address, bank account and social security number. Just five minutes and she knew everything about Cassandra Taylor she needed to know.

„Oliver, don't you want to deliver the good news?" Diggle suggested.

„Yeah, we shouldn't keep her waiting any longer. Send me the details on my phone, Felicity," Oliver called, already leaving. Taking two steps at once he suddenly was in a rush to leave the foundry. He didn't even notice Felicity's sour mood.

„I'm sorry." Diggle put a hand on her shoulder. He knew how hard it was for her to let him go.

„It's okay. I could have known that she's not an internationally wanted terrorist with facial scars." She shrugged. „Hope dies last."