Demons Chapter 7 – Tiptoe
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In the morning light let my roots take pride
Watch me from above like a vicious ghost
They don't see me come, who can blame them?
Never seem to catch my eye but I never wondered whyI won't fall asleep
I won't fall asleepHey Yeah, don't let 'em know we're coming
Hey Yeah, tiptoe higher
Take some time to sip it down, keep your head down low
Hey Yeah, tiptoe higher
Time seemed to stand still as she looked at the several images of Slade Wilson holding her son's hand. He looked down at Connor with a fond smile, almost like he was entertained with something that the little boy had said, and knowing her son, he was probably blowing Slade's mind with endless questions and random comments. But most of all, Connor seemed fine; he didn't seem hurt or even scared. He was holding Slade's hand like he did with her each time they walked together, like he trusted the strange man who had kidnapped him. Felicity didn't know if she should be relieved by this fact or disturbed, because Slade was far from being a lovely human being, but for some unknown reason, Connor didn't seem to be scared of him.
She was so deep in her own thoughts that she almost missed the three men arguing about what the next step in their mission to rescue Connor should be. Oliver was shouting, looking like he was out of control, like a caged animal ready to attack, while Diggle and Roy were trying to reason with him.
"We need to move, we don't know how long Slade will stay at the hotel!" Oliver said, probably filled more with anger than anything.
"We don't even know if they are still there, look at the surveillance data, it was yesterday, Oliver. He could be far away by now," Digg said, trying to reason a maddening Oliver.
"This is our only lead. I can't let Slade escape this time. Who knows what he is doing with my son?" Oliver shouted.
"Look at the picture, Oliver, Connor didn't seem to be hurt nor was he trying to escape. I don't think Slade will do anything yet, especially in a place filled with surveillance and full security," Digg said firmly to Oliver.
"He is four years old, how exactly you expect him to run from him? He is a child in the hands of a monster. Slade is just waiting the right moment to make his move," Oliver screamed back.
"You need to focus, Oliver. You can't just grab your bow and run to the hotel, shooting arrows around while trying to find your son. We need to think about it before we act on it. It could be another trap. Did you considered that? Don't you think that it's a little suspicious that Slade was off radar all this time, and then he let himself be photographed by a street camera entering the hotel? Maybe that's exactly what Slade wants: for you to come running after him again," Digg said, receiving an evil glare from Oliver.
"All that matters is finding Connor," Oliver said sternly.
"And we will find him, we just need to do the smart thing. We need to know if they are still there and have a strategy. The hotel is a very big place, Oliver, how exactly do you expect to find your son without ringing the alarms and tipping Slade off that you are coming after him," Digg said to him.
"Felicity, can you try to access the hotel data and see if you can find if Slade is still there, which floor he's on and things like that?" Roy asked, pushing his hands against the table, worried that Felicity would continue to remain silent because of the surveillance image of Slade and Connor.
"Yes," she said, quickly trying to focus back on her task. She typed quickly, trying to hack into the hotel system, but their firewall was surprisingly strong and she couldn't get into the hotel files.
"Dammit, I can't breach it. The hotel has their own mainframe. It can only be accessed from inside of the hotel," she said, feeling frustrated that she had failed in helping the team.
"Then we go there and see for ourselves," Oliver said, his Arrow mode on.
"We need a plan, Oliver, you can't just barge into the Sapphire Hotel. You know how much security that place has," Digg said with a disapproving tone.
"Why would a hotel have so much protection anyway?" a confused Roy asked.
"The Hotel is a known place for the rich and powerful men in Starling City to do their most risky business. From drug dealing to prostitution. It's a safe zone for them to do whatever the hell they want to," Digg explained, crossing his arms over his chest.
"The corrupt politicians and dirt cops cover all the affairs that happens in the hotel; it has more surveillance and armed man than the Starling City Police Department. We had been keeping an eye on it, but so far we couldn't prove that anything wrong was happening there. I can see why Slade thought he would be safe to take Connor there, no one would question what he would have been doing there with a child," Oliver said, grinding his teeth, his frustration and disgust clear in his voice.
"Can't you just go and check the hotel yourself? I mean, you are one of the most richest men in this city, no one would question you checking in on the hotel," Roy said.
"Maybe, but I don't think I can exactly find someone to accompany me to the hotel to justify my presence there, and then leave that person there while I hood up to get to the main frame, and then find Slade," Oliver said irritated.
"Like you could even try to access their main frame," Felicity whispered, but making all three pairs of eyes turn in her direction.
"I suppose you have an brilliant idea on how I could get to the hotel then?" Oliver said, challenging her, something that annoyed Felicity to no end.
"Actually I do, I can go with you and hack their system. Just like I did at Merlyn Global all those years ago," she said in a firm tone, just to receive a shocked and then angry look from Oliver.
"There is no way in hell that I will allow you to go to that hotel!" he said angrily.
"It's not your choice to make Oliver!" she replied, just as angrily.
"I will be damned before I let you risk your own life like that. The answer is no, Felicity," he said in a final tone that showed that the topic was no longer up for discussion.
"You don't own me and you sure as hell don't decide what I can or cannot do, Oliver. I will not sit back here while you go play the inconsequent rescue hero. I am the only one who can quickly hack into that system without trigging any alarms. And if that is what I need to do to get our son back, then that's what I will do. With or without your help. So you can either have another anger fit over it or we can plan how to take Slade down. Together!" she shouted at him, making sure he understood that she wasn't just the IT girl anymore, the girl that would stay behind a desk while he risked himself. Not when it was about Connor's safety.
"She's got a point man," Roy said, receiving a death glare from Oliver.
"Fine, but if things get out of the control, you will leave. You won't argue, you won't try to do anything but run for your life. I won't have you risking yourself. Do we have an understanding?" Oliver asked her with a tense expression on his face.
"Yes," she said shortly.
"I guess we have a heist to plan then. Roy, let's see if we can get the blueprints of the hotel to see if we can find any escape routes and the best angle to the side buildings," Digg said, pushing Roy towards the door.
"Public records, here we go," Roy said with sarcasm.
"Hey I could do that!" Felicity shouted at them. Even if she couldn't hack the blueprints - since those records weren't online – she could still go to the Public Records Office and get them herself.
"Hell no, you need to go dress shopping. You don't expect them to buy that you are going to the Sapphire Hotel with Oliver Queen while wearing leggings, do you?" Digg said with a smile.
"I am trying not to get too offended by that statement," she said, feeling her own insecurities crawl back. Even though she knew she was a beautiful woman, she always knew she wasn't the kind that Oliver liked; he was more into the whole tall leggy model type while she was short and curvilinear.
"What he is trying to say is that you need to have a certain look. Otherwise we will draw much more attention to ourselves than we want to," Oliver said, using his thumb and middle finger to pinch the bridge over his nose.
"And any of those amazing and very expensive clothes that you just purchased for me can't do the job?" she asked, confused.
"No, but I know exactly the place we need to go," he said with a small smile.
"We? Are we going shopping together now? Don't you have a rescue mission to plan?" she asked, annoyed.
"I just want to make sure you purchase the right outfit for this," he said to her, and she felt that he might be enjoying her discomfort over this situation way too much; probably as a way to punish her for wanting to go in the field and leave the safety of the foundry.
"I am sure I can do it on my own," she said in annoyance.
"I don't think you have the heart to do it; since you are such a good girl and all of that," he said with a smirk.
"What the hell are you talking about?" she asked him angrily, responding to his last sassy comment.
"Well, Felicity, if you are going to accompany Oliver Queen – playboy extraordinaire - to the Sapphire Hotel, you can go only one way: as his very expensive and sensual personal escort," he said with a smirk, making her want to punch him in the face.
"God, I hate you," she said with a frustrated sigh.
"You wanted to play, so that's how we are going to do it," he said in a low voice, making her insides tingle. Damn you, Oliver Queen and your sexual powers, and her very long dry spell; he was still going to be the death of her.
They took Oliver's silver Audi R8 to the Sapphire Hotel. It was fast and sexy, matching Oliver's public persona perfectly. They had spent a few hours and thousands of dollars on a few of Starling City's most expensive stores, looking for the right look that would make Felicity look like she belonged next to the millionaire playboy, Oliver Queen, and not raise any suspicions.
When the valet opened the door for Felicity, his eyes immediately went to her long legs that were showing way too much skin, as her dress had risen up to her thighs in the very low car. He offered a hand for her to take to leave the car, which she graciously accepted, since she was wearing super high Jimmy Choo heeled sandals in a green tone which matched her very expensive chandelier earrings.
She gave a flirty smile to the valet, letting his eyes travel from her legs to the round low cut of her lace black dress. Even though most of her cleavage was covered by see-through dark lace, you still could see the firm large round mounds over it; one of the perks of having a baby. Oliver had picked the dress himself, it was sexy and yet elegant, exactly the kind that a very expensive escort would choose to wear. The black color was a contrast against her pale skin and blond hair, her hair was blow-dried straight and her makeup was sultry.
"I can take from here," Oliver said rudely to the valet, while throwing his car keys in the young boy's direction.
"I am sorry, sir," the valet boy said in a scared voice, taking the keys to park the car.
"That was unnecessary," Felicity whispered against Oliver's ear, while his hand rested on the low of her back, pushing her inside the building.
"Let's just play our parts, shall we?" he said to her with a smile, while his whole body tensed, going from the Oliver that she knew to the public persona that the public view was used to.
They walked into the antique and very luxurious hotel. The building had an art deco jewel style, designed around the 1920s, and many of its original features remained impeccably in place. The main foyer was decorated in different shades of yellow and gold, the black and white marble floors created an intricate design, and the clicking sound of her high heels were drawing attention to them. But not because she didn't fit in, but because she looked gorgeous and very much desirable, and all the rich men that were sat in the hall seemed to envy the unknown woman that was on Oliver Queen's arms.
They reached the reception desk, where a very attractive redhead and an older elegant man were working, allocating rooms to the guests. Immediately they stopped what they were doing when they spotted Oliver, and the redhead quickly came to their service.
"Welcome to the Sapphire Hotel. How can I be of service?" the redhead, whose nametag said Tiffany, asked Oliver in a flirtatious tone, making sure he knew that she would be all too happy to service him in any way she could.
"Hello Tiffany," he said, looking at her nametag, while giving her his famous panty-dropping smile. "I need to get a room," he said, letting his hand move down Felicity's back, resting it just above her ass; making sure the woman knew what he was there to do.
"Of course, sir, do you have any preferences?" she asked him with a smile, while looking at Felicity from head to toe, judging the competition as it would seem.
"The Presidential Suite," Oliver said in an arrogant tone, making sure she knew he only wanted the best.
"Unfortunately, sir, the Presidential Suite is already occupied by another guest. Can I suggest another room?" Tiffany asked, typing on her computer to check the other rooms that were available.
Oliver's breathing picked up as he heard this information, because deep down, he knew that this was the room that Slade was staying in, and his first instinct was to run there, knock the door down and put an arrow though his heart. But Felicity's fingers moving all over his hard chest made him stay still and stick to the plan. He needed to be careful, this wasn't about him anymore, it was about making sure their son was safe.
"The Royal Suite is vacant. It's our second best suite, and it's right below the Presidential Suite. It's very spacious, over 244 sq.m with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a small kitchen, a spacious living room with a baby grand piano and its own terrace. If I may say, it's very fitting for a man in your position, Mr. Queen," the flirty attendant said, making Oliver give her another fake smile.
"I think you may have just got it right. I will take it," he said to her with a flirty smile, handing over his black AmEx card.
"Just for the night, sir?" she asked him.
"Oh yeah," he said, moving his hands all over Felicity's back in a very suggestive way.
Felicity didn't even want to hear how much the suite would cost for just one night, but she knew that it was probably a small fortune. Instead, she kept focusing on her cover, to look like the escort girl who couldn't wait to get into bed with Starling's most desirable bachelor. But the feel of Oliver's firm and calloused fingertips running over her skin was sending shivers down her spine, and she kept concentrating on not showing how much his touch was affecting her. She needed to focus on the mission. She needed to get her son back; that was all that mattered.
"Here you go, Mr. Queen," Tiffany said, handing Oliver the keycard to the room.
"I hope I can count on your discretion of my presence here. A man in my position may want to keep some parts of his lifestyle private," he said to her, while discretely handing her a hundred dollar bill.
"Don't worry, sir, I will make sure no one bothers you," she said with a smile, taking the bill from his hand.
"Excellent," he said, pushing away from the front desk and towards the long hall where the three elevators were located.
Oliver pushed the elevator button, pulling Felicity tightly by his side, while other guests filed into the elevator with them. They rode in silence, and though Felicity could feel the hungry, disgusting stares of the much older rich men, she focused on her part as Oliver's mistress for the night; she kept running her red painted nails across his chest and giving him small smiles, and laughing at what he was pretending to whisper in her ear.
They got off on the 29th floor. There were only two rooms: their suite and another one right in front of it, with the elevators between them. The top floor, where the Presidential Suite was located, had its own elevator with a security code, making it very difficult for other people to come barging in to this more exclusive and secluded part of the hotel.
Oliver used his card to open the double doors, revealing the very luxurious suite. The décor had the same antique art deco feeling of the rest of the hotel, and even though it was gorgeous, the only thing that mattered to them at the moment was the terrace that seemed to be their best change of getting to the Presidential Suite. Oliver took a small tablet from inside of his grey suit jacket and handed it to Felicity. When he moved, she could see a mountable small crossbow in a hidden pocket of his suit jacket, the weapon was one that reminded her way too much of his psycho ex-girlfriend, Helena Bertinelli, for her taste.
Felicity turned on the small tablet and started her recognition software, trying to track where in the hotel their mainframe system was. While she worked on that, Oliver paced from one side of the room to the other, checking each exit and each window, to make sure that there were no imminent danger. Diggle was in the building right in front of the hotel, and through the other building window, Oliver saw the small light signal that Digg sent to let them know that he was in position - the top floor penthouse, one that had target access to the Presidential Suite.
Sticking to the plan, Oliver also looked for cameras, finding two: one in the front hall and the other that seemed to be positioned in the main bedroom, the small lens were pointed to the bed, and even though they were disguised as the room décor, they were easy to find when you had trained eyes.
"Damn, we've got surveillance," Oliver said, coming behind Felicity, whispering in her ear like he was starting seducing her.
"What do you mean?" she asked, shocked to be in such close proximity to him, her whole body tensing.
"We have two cameras in here, one right in front of the entrance hall and the other pointed at the bed. We need to keep our cover till I can find a way to shut them down," Oliver said, taking the tablet from her hands and putting it on a wooden side table. He then pushed Felicity's long blond hair away from her neck, while planting a small kiss on it.
"Why?" she asked, confused, the words barely leaving her mouth.
"It's probably a way to blackmail some clients. Or even a security policy over those clients and the illegal activities they do in the hotel. And I have a feeling that they are really interested in us," he said to her, while gripping her hips, pushing her back to his front.
"Oliver," she said in an apprehensive tone, even though the feel of his hands on her body and his lips on her skin had set her on fire.
"I am sorry, but we need to pretend here," he said, trailing his hands softly against her arms.
"What do you mean?" she said, breathless, while Oliver turned her to him, his eyes filled with deep longing and lust.
He didn't even try to reason with her, he just pushed his lips against hers in a hard kiss. She was shocked at first, because she was sure as hell that kissing Oliver was not part of the plan. She tried to push him away from her, not wanting to get into the deep water with Oliver again, but the moment he felt her hands pushing his chest away, he grabbed her wrists and tugged them with his large ones, trapping her hands against her back. She tried to protest, but before she could make a sound, Oliver's tongue was touching hers in a sensual caress, and she tried to fight, she really did, but before she knew, she had let herself fall for the hot mess that was Oliver Queen.
He pushed them to the closest surface, which seemed to be a wooden dining table, pressing her body against his own weight. His right hand let go of her wrists, moving to her neck, softly caressing the pale skin of her neck, before moving his lips to suck the point where her shoulder met her neck. Her breathing was now labored, and his lips left a hot trail all over her collarbone, up to her neck and finally back to her lips.
While he ravished her mouth with deep hard kisses, his hands moved down to her waist, and her hands wrapped over his broad shoulders. They were stuck in a heavy embrace, and his hands moved with passion down to her ass and to the back of her thighs. He pushed up the tight fabric of her dress, leaving her thighs bare, before grabbing her and lifting her up to the table. She was now sitting on the cold wooden table, her thighs pushed apart with Oliver against them, and the proof of his desire for her pressing against her hot core.
He kept moving against her, his strong hands gripping her thighs, and his hands moving against the side of her breasts. She couldn't stop the moans that were leaving her mouth, it had been too long since she had been touched like this, and she couldn't deny the tension that had been building between her and Oliver since she had come back to Starling City days ago, and to be honest, the tension was the same that had been building since the day she had met Oliver so many years ago.
Deep desire was growing inside her core, like a time bomb, waiting the right moment to explode with each movement that Oliver's erection pushed against her sensitive nub. She felt Oliver push his suit jacket down, and before she could say anything, his body was far away from her on the other side of the room.
She stood there, flushed and wet, her clothes all over the place, her lips swollen and her hands trembling. Then she noticed that Oliver had thrown his suit jacket over one of the cameras, covering the image of it. She was too shocked to move, not exactly sure of what to make with all that had just happened. What the fuck was he thinking, jumping her like that? Who gave him the right to touch her like that? To make her feel all of those things that she so desperately tried not to feel.
"We are safe now, the cameras have no audio, only video recording. As long as they are covered we are okay," Oliver said, a little out of breath, coming back from the bedroom, where he seemed to have covered the camera with one of the bed sheets.
"What the hell was that Oliver?" she angrily asked him, now coming back to her senses, and pushing her dress down to cover her naked thighs.
"I needed to improvise, we couldn't risk having our covers blown. I thought you would understand," he said to her, his controlled, cold Arrow voice back on.
"You could have given me a little warning! Besides, the camera didn't need to see if your tongue was inside my mouth. This was all over the top and unnecessary," she said angrily, trying to push down the wrinkles that had formed in her dress.
"It had to look real or they might know that we were up to something," he said to her like it was no big deal, before sending a light signal to Diggle so that he could keep up with the second part of the plan.
"Just don't do it again," she said angrily, pushing the back of her hand to clean her lips, receiving a cold glare from Oliver because of it; yet she couldn't help feeling a little bit broken at hearing that all that had happen was just to pretend.
She walked to where her tablet was, and continued working on the app to find the hotel mainstream. She found that it was two floors down from their suite, in a server room. A few minutes later, a knock on the door bought their attention.
"Room service," the voice behind the door said.
Oliver pushed it open with care, only to find Roy dressed as a delivery-boy, pushing a cart filled with food to the room.
"I hear you ordered room service, I hope this can satisfy you," Roy said, taking a leather bag from under the cart, filled with Oliver's green leather suit, bow and arrow, and throwing it at him.
"It's just what I needed," Oliver said, grabbing the bag to go suit it up in one of the bedrooms, without giving them a second look, leaving a frustrated Felicity and a confused Roy behind.
"Is it just me, or am I detecting a certain tension in the air?" Roy asked Felicity, who immediately blushed at the comment.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," she said to him, not looking at him in the eyes.
"Come on, Blondie, the sexual tension in this room is so high that I could cut it with a butter knife. Besides, you got something over there," Roy said to her, while pointing, with a smirk, to her neck.
"Damn it!" she said, pulling her long hair over to cover the hickey she was sure Oliver had left on her neck.
"I am not judging, you can have all the hot monkey sex you want to, as far as I care," he said with a small smile.
"No one is having hot monkey sex," she rambled, feeling the heat on her cheeks.
"Right. You know, he would really be less uptight if you guys just got over all of this unresolved sexual tension," Roy said with a shrug while waiting for Oliver to suit up.
"Roy," Felicity said, annoyed.
"Okay, okay, I promise not to try to reason about your sex life anymore," he said.
"Why are you talking about her sex life and not focusing on the next step of the mission?" Oliver said, annoyed, coming out the bedroom hooded up.
"Relax, Boss, I am just waiting for Digg's signal," Roy said, looking at his watch.
"The mainframe is two floors down, room B432. The hotel has its own generator, as well as the server room, but when the power goes off the camera systems will take exactly three minutes to run back their system and go full functional again," Felicity said to him, while handing him a small low frequency comm to warn them if he got the driver working.
"We will have three minutes for you to get down there, connect the USB driver, so that Felicity can have access to the hotel data and then get the hell out of there. Do you understand, Roy? After you get access to the data, I want you to get the hell out of this hotel, no trying to play the hero here," Oliver said to him.
"Sure Boss," Roy said, pushing his cart in the door's direction.
"The lights will be out in two minutes. Go, you need to get there before the lights go off," Oliver said to him, watching him leave as Felicity turned her on own comm, while sitting on the couch.
"Don't worry, he's done this countless times before," Oliver said to her, while watching the movement down in the busy night street.
"I am not, I just want this nightmare to be over," she said, anxiously looking at her tablet screen.
"We will get our son back, Felicity, I promise you," Oliver said with confidence, making her feel more confident herself.
As planned, two minutes later, the lights went off. They could hear the commotion in the hallway, guests screaming about being locked inside their bedrooms and the emergency lights lighting up.
"Okay, I got in, connecting the driver now," Roy said over the comms.
"I am in," Felicity said, quickly typing codes so she could access the personal data of the guests. She looked over the list of the guests that had attended the hotel in the last week, and even though she saw no sign of Slade's name on the attendants' list, or even a credit card payment, she knew he was here.
"Come on, Felicity, we only have one more minute," Oliver said tensely.
"I am almost there!" she said, while looking at the hotel surveillance tape – and there, as bright as the day, was the image of Slade and Connor taking the elevator to the Presidential Suite – the image was from last night.
"I got it, they were both in the Presidential Suite last night. They were registered as Dr. Anthony Ivo and his son, Patrick Ivo. They haven't checked out, Oliver!" Felicity said, her heart beating, knowing that their son was closer than she expected.
"Get the hell out of there, Roy!" Oliver shouted, making sure that Roy could hear.
"I am out," Roy said, before shutting off communication.
Oliver grabbed his bow, covered his face with his hood and moved out in the direction of the terrace.
"Oliver, what are you doing?" Felicity asked him.
"We both know Slade is in the Presidential Suite. I can climb up from up here and take him by surprise. You stay here and I will get Connor," Oliver said, moving to the terrace.
"You are insane if you think I will sit here and wait. Connor will be scared as hell to see you all hooded up, he won't trust you. He needs to see me. I need to go with you," she said.
"You can't climb this high, especially in a dress and heels. Besides this is too dangerous. I told you I wouldn't do anything that would risk your life. This is not up for discussion, Felicity," Oliver said, moving to the rock and brick wall that had intricate plants growing on it as a vertical garden.
"You can take me with you, or I will access the elevator and crack the code. It may take longer, but I will go to that suite. It's your choice how I will go up there, but there is no doubt that I will go there to get my son," she said stubbornly.
"Why do you have to be so difficult? Just hold on tight to me," he said, before grabbing his bow and connecting a special arrow so that they could be lifted to the upper terrace of Slade's suitw.
"And again, under no circumstances was I expecting to hear that," she whispered lowly to herself, while holding tight onto Oliver's leather suit, while he shot the arrow and soon they were being lifted to the upper floor.
They reached the upper terrace, seeing double French doors that would lead to the main room were closed, with the curtains drawn shut. However, the lights seemed to be on. Oliver moved with care against the shadows with Felicity close behind him. He got suspicions when saw that there was no extra security in the open area, but kept his suspicions to himself, he didn't want to freak Felicity out over it.
He broke the door down, the wind blowing against the curtains, as they walked into the empty room. The TV was on and on the long dining table were two cups of orange juice and one small pot with what seemed to be leftover cereal.
"These are Connor's favorite," Felicity whispered to Oliver, pointing to the colorful Froot Loops in the small bowl. Oliver grabbed it and smelled the leftover milk, to see if it was sour.
"It smells okay, they must have not eaten that long ago," Oliver said, walking to the other side of the room, finding it also empty. Felicity looked all over for any sign of her son, but did not find much besides the cartoons and the food.
Oliver moved to the hallway that led to the bedrooms. One of them had a closed door, but there was light coming from under it and the soft, low sound of another TV. Felicity walked carefully behind Oliver, watching as his expression changed, his arrow now pointed to the closed door. He moved quickly but with care, he didn't want to scare or harm Connor, but he needed to move quickly if he wanted to have a shot at whatever, or whoever, was holding him in that room. He pushed the door opened, his bow and arrow ready to attack, but it was futile.
The room was as empty as the rest of the suite. The double bed was unmade and the red and golden covers were pushed at side. The TV played the Discovery Kids channel, and some colorful crayons and paper were between the sheets. But Connor was not there.
Instead, they found an empty bedroom with a laptop sitting on a small round table. It had a video ready to play, and Oliver feared what they might see. He wasn't sure what the video content was, but he was sure that it was a reminder from Slade, something that he had left behind for him to find.
"Let's watch it," Felicity said, trying to hold back the desperate tears that were threatening to fall at any moment.
"It may be a trap, as far as we know this video could be a trick bomb and kill us both," Oliver said, stopping Felicity from pushing the play button.
"I don't care what you think. I need to see what Slade wants," Felicity said angrily.
"He wants to destroy me and everything that I love. You will only find pain and despair in this tape," Oliver said darkly.
"Connor is my son. He was taken for me. I need to see," Felicity said desperately.
"I am not sure that is such a good idea for you to watch. Maybe I should watch it alone. We don't know what he may want us to see."
"I need to see it. If Connor is gone, I need to see it with my own eyes. Please," Felicity said, a lonely tear slipping down her cheek.
"Okay," Oliver said quietly before pushing the play button.
The video started with an elegant Slade Wilson, dressed in a dark navy suit, sitting on the armchair in the same bedroom they were currently in. He had a passive look, his eye patch making him look darker and more dangerous. His grey hair gave a sense of wisdom about him, and in that moment, Felicity knew that he truly believed that his actions were justifiable.
"Hello Oliver, Ms. Smoak. I am sure you both are wondering why I left this little tape for you two to find. I just wanted to tell Ms. Smoak what a delightful child Connor is; he is smart, funny and extremely intelligent for a four-year-old. He's accepted the situation quite well I may say, and so far, he has been behaving like the good little boy that he is. I know this may surprise you both, but I am quite fond of him and we have bonded quickly. I can assure you both that he is well and safe, far away from Starling City. And no, I don't plan to kill your child. But I do plan to keep him and raise him as my own son; such an intelligent child should have a father figure in his life, and we both know that no matter how many years pass, you will always be just a kid, Oliver. But you two must know that Connor will be raised to know one thing, and one thing only, to know the vicious and dangerous man that his biological father was, the man that killed his mother. I will love to see that little boy grow up, and I will train him, I will make sure that he is strong enough to be the one that will end your miserable little life. He will live for revenge and revenge only. You will never know your son, you will not see him grow and become a man. But be sure that he will be the one to take everything and everyone you love; he will only stop when you have nothing and I will enjoy every second of it. Goodbye, kid."
In the back, right before the camera turned off, they could see Connor's head filled with short spiked blond hair, he seemed to be getting up from the floor and to the bed. The image lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to make them know their son was still alive. But now, he was in the hands of Slade and they couldn't do anything about it.
"Fuck!" Oliver shouted, pushing down a red armchair that was in the corner of the room.
"I don't understand, how could he get out of here so fast? We kept our eye on the suitw, we watched every move of the staff. He didn't check himself out. How could this happen?" Felicity said, falling down to the floor, tears falling down her face.
"Digg was right, this was just another mouse chase. I am so sorry, Felicity," Oliver said, pushing Felicity's head against his chest, letting her sob heavily, while he tried to calm her down. But on the inside, he was destroyed; this was their last hope. One more time Slade had made him of a foul, one more time he had made him believe in one thing, just to ruin him.
"God no! I want my baby!" she cried harder, holding tight onto Oliver as her sobs grew longer and heavier, the despair overwhelming her. She had lost her son forever.
Oliver was hugging her tight, using the feel of her on his arms to prevent his own breakdown. He closed his eyes, fighting to keep his emotions in check; he could not fall down here. No, he needed to stay strong and get Felicity out of here. He needed to keep her safe. He would take her away from here, but he wouldn't stop, not even if he would have to dedicated his life to it, he would find Slade Wilson and he would make him pay.
"Come on, we need to go," Oliver said, trying to pull Felicity off of the floor.
"I want him back, Oliver," she said softly, not wanting to get up from her place next to the bed.
"I want that too. But we need to keep trying to track Slade down, and to do this, we need to get out of here. I am not giving up on our son," he said firmly, because no matter what happened, he would never give up now that he knew their little boy was alive.
"I am jus…" she started to say, but suddenly her entire body tensed and she sat there, frozen and silent.
"What?" Oliver asked her worriedly.
Felicity extended her arm under the bed, her fingers curling over a thrown-away piece of paper. She looked at it, running the tip over her fingers, fixated on whatever it was on that square piece of paper.
"What is it?" Oliver asked her, grabbing the piece of paper only to find a child's drawing of what seemed to be a house; then it struck him: this must have been made by Connor.
"Our son is a genius," Felicity said with a small smile, cleaning the dry tears off her face.
"Why are you saying that?" a confused Oliver asked her.
"Because Connor just gave us their hidden location. Look at the drawing, Oliver, it's a house on an island, the house is very particular as well. I think that they were there before coming here, or at least; Slade talked enough about it for Connor to draw it. Or even one of his men's, I know our son, he can be very persistent when he wants to be," she said with a smile, getting up from the floor.
"I wonder from where he got that from," Oliver said with hope in his eyes.
"Let's go find where they are. And then we can take our son back home," Felicity said, thanking God for having such a brilliant child.
A/N: Thank you all for reading and I would love to know what you guys think!
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