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Oliver watched as Felicity stood at the back door of a strip club and knocked. It had been just after midnight when he heard Felicity slip out of their suite. He waited for her to step into the elevator before he started following her. He got into a cab and used the tracker on her phone to direct the driver to her location. When they pulled outside of the strip club called, Bounce, the driver had told him that there were far nicer places he could take him to. Oliver had given the driver a hundred dollars and asked him to wait for him. He removed the baseball cap he'd shoved into his back pocket and put it on, pulling the brim down low.

He hadn't expected Felicity to sneak out to visit a strip club, but what had truly shocked him was her appearance. Her golden hair was hidden beneath an asymmetrical chin length red wig with bangs. Dressed in a skin tight long sleeve black jersey mini dress that ended just above mid-thigh and a pair of thigh high patent leather boots, his Felicity had completely transformed herself into someone else. Mindful of the security cameras, Oliver tucked himself into the shadows behind a dumpster in the alley that ran behind the club. He watched as the door opened and a man gestured for Felicity to enter. Oliver willed her to stay outside. It would be hard for him to get into the club unseen and he had no idea what she was up to. He gave a sigh of relief when she shook her head and took two steps away from the door, tightly clutching the small red hand bag she had slung across her chest. The man disappeared inside the club, the door slamming loudly behind him. Felicity paced a few steps, tightening her grip on the red bag. She spun around at the sound of the door opening. A woman in her early thirties stepped out of the door and Felicity stepped towards her. The woman had teased blonde hair and was wearing a short black robe that barely covered her electric blue g-string. Even in the minimal light her skin reflected the body glitter that covered her from head to toe. The woman tentatively reached for Felicity and then pulled her into a tight embrace. Felicity hesitated for only a moment before she returned the embrace. When Felicity pulled away she began to speak in hushed tones that Oliver was unable to hear. The woman lit a cigarette and began to shake her head. Felicity grabbed the woman's hand and spoke again. The door opened again and a different man stepped into the alley, he leered at Felicity and licked his lips as he took in her appearance. Oliver was ready to step from the shadows when the woman gave him a small shove and he started to laugh as he moved away from them lighting his cigarette as he walked. Felicity held out her hand and the woman handed her a cigarette which the woman lit for her. After several silent minutes, the man moved back towards them. "Is this a friend of yours Bonnie? Arthur said someone was looking for you." The man spoke loud enough for Oliver to hear.

"Yeah, Meg's an old friend of my brothers. She was just stopping by on my break to say hi." Bonnie said.

The man began to eye Felicity up and down again. She didn't squirm under his salacious gaze, instead she took her first drag on her cigarette and turned her head away from the man to exhale, stepping further into the shadows. Her movement accentuated her breasts and the man's gaze dropped from her face to look at her chest. Oliver realized her actions were intentional and it dawned on him that she was dressed in such a way that no one would remember her face. His Girl Wednesday definitely had a lot more in the bag of tricks she'd been hiding from him. "You looking for a job, sweetheart? Do you dance? Because you look like you do."

Oliver saw Felicity's shoulders tense for a moment before she threw the cigarette to the ground and put it out with the toe of her boot. "Thanks, I'm not looking."

"Too bad, we could use another red head." The guy smirked. "You better get back inside, your set is in a few."

"It was good seeing you, Meg. Hey, I got a new cell number, do you have yours on you?" Bonnie held out her hand as Felicity reached into her bag and retrieved her cell. Bonnie took the cell and began to type. "Here you go. Give me a call soon. It's been ages since we partied."

The man opened the door and stepped inside, holding the door open behind him. Bonnie followed but turned to look at Felicity who mouthed, Thank you.

Bonnie shook her head and mouthed, Go home.

Felicity watched the door close, glanced at her cell and quickly took off towards the street. Oliver followed at a discrete distance. She stepped into the street and hailed an approaching cab. As soon as she got into the car, Oliver sprinted from the alley and returned to his waiting cab. He once again used the tracker on Felicity's phone to guide the driver. Felicity was leading them further from the strip into a neighborhood that made the Glades look like Beverly Hills. Oliver could tell his driver was getting nervous by the furtive glances he kept giving him in the rear view mirror. Felicity's cab stopped in the middle of a block, near a vacant lot. She sat in her cab for five minutes before she got out. Oliver gave his driver another hundred dollar bill and told him he wouldn't need him the rest of the night. He waited for Felicity to start walking before he exited his cab.

Felicity approached the chain link fence surrounding the vacant lot. She linked the fingers of her good hand through the fence and appeared to be speaking with someone. Oliver moved down the sidewalk towards her, clinging to the shadows the broken street lamps afforded him. The fence began to vibrate and he could hear the telltale sounds of someone climbing. Felicity stepped back and watched a man appear at the top of the fence. He paused and looked at Felicity before he dropped to the ground beside her. The hair on the back of Oliver's neck stood up and he found himself absently reaching over his shoulder to retrieve an arrow that wasn't there. Oliver was unable to discern the man's age, but even from where he stood he could tell he was filthy. The man's clothes hung off of him and his long hair fell in greasy strands. Felicity showed no fear and placed a hand on the man's elbow as she began to speak. The man didn't appear to be listening as he ran a hand through his hair and tracked the street. Reaching into her purse she pulled out some money that she placed into the man's hands. He looked at the money and quickly stuffed it into his pocket. She pointed down the street and the man shook his head. She took a firmer grip of his arm and smiled at the man. He shook his head but then they both began walking in the direction she had pointed.

Oliver followed them for three blocks and with every step he took he could feel his anger building. He had no idea what she was planning, but since she hadn't asked him for his help, he was positive that whatever it was, he wouldn't like it. He watched as they entered a rundown cafe with filthy windows. Felicity led the man to a booth at the far end of the cafe and she sat facing the door. Oliver decided that he was done following her and it was time for answers. He stepped into the cafe and stood with his eyes fixed on Felicity who was speaking with the waitress. When the waitress stepped away, Felicity's eyes landed on Oliver and she swallowed hard. She said something to the man and then slid out of the booth and approached him. "What are you doing here?" She hissed.

"I hear this place has the best burgers in town." He replied as he stepped around her and headed towards her booth. He could hear her heels clicking furiously behind him. He slid into the booth opposite the man. "Hi, I'm John." Oliver said as he studied Felicity's dining companion. It was hard to get a read on the man's age due to prolonged drug use. His face was sallow and was covered in small red ruptured capillaries.

The man flashed a worried look to Felicity, who reached across the table and took his hand as she sat down. "It's okay Eddie, he's a friend of mine."

"Licity, you really shouldn't be here. Does Little Stevie know you're here?" Eddie asked nervously. His eyes darting back and forth between Oliver and Felicity.

"No, he doesn't and you're not going to tell him." Felicity said firmly.

"He'd be really mad that I saw you and didn't tell him." Eddie said as he picked absently at his arms.

"Eddie, it's really important that you don't tell Stevie that you saw me." Felicity placed her hand over his and squeezed.

"It's not like he'll see me anymore anyway." Eddie mumbled.

"Eddie, that's not a promise." She said harshly.

"Okay, okay. I won't tell him." He said reluctantly.

The waitress returned with three cups of coffee, a bowl of soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. Eddie pulled the soup closer towards himself and began to greedily slurp it down. Felicity pushed a cup of coffee towards Oliver and poured at least three teaspoons of sugar into her own cup. She pushed the sugar towards Oliver and gave him a knowing look. Oliver took a sip and immediately reached for the sugar in the hopes of lessening the bitter and burnt taste of the coffee he was certain had been sitting on a burner for the whole day. Felicity placed her hand on Oliver's leg, just above his knee and gave it a squeeze. She gave him a look and Oliver nodded. She needed him to stay silent. "Eddie, I need to know where I can find Oscar." She said in a soft voice.

Eddie dropped his spoon back into his bowl. "Oscar? Why do you want to see Oscar?"

"You don't need to worry about that. I just need to know where I can find Oscar." Felicity pushed the sandwich towards Eddie.

"Why don't you ask your mom? She'll know." Eddie took a bite of the sandwich. "Although, from what "I hear, Oscar's really pissed with Donna."

"She's dead." Felicity said without emotion.

"She was a bitch. You're better off without her." On that point, Oliver had to agree with Eddie. "Did Oscar kill her?" Eddie asked with a mouthful of food.

"No, Richie Thompson did." Felicity said.

Eddie's eyes went wide. "Richie's an idiot."

"Well, he's a dead idiot." Felicity said coldly. "Was he working for Oscar?"

Eddie shook his head and took another bite of his sandwich. "Richie was too dumb to work for Oscar. He thought he could be a big shot on his own. Who killed him?"

"It doesn't matter. Eddie, I need to know where Oscar is?" Felicity said a little more forcefully.

"Are you going to kill him?" Eddie asked.

Felicity sighed. "I'm not killing anyone. I just need to know where Oscar is so I can give him something."

"I don't know where he is and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you." Eddie reached across the table and took her hand. "He was mad at your mom, now she's dead - leave it alone. Licity, you shouldn't be here. Go home."

"Please, Eddie. I need to find him, it's important." She pleaded.

Eddie sat back in his seat and stared at Felicity. Oliver watched as different emotions played across his face. It was clear Eddie had some type of affection for her and was warring with himself over whether or not he should give her what she was asking for. "I can try and find out for you."

A large smile spread across her face. "Thank you." Felicity took a pen from her purse and wrote a number onto a napkin. She slid one hundred dollars worth of twenties over to Eddie with the napkin. "Does Old Man Turner still live around the corner?"

"Yep." Eddie said as he took the napkin and money.

Felicity watched the napkin and money disappear into his pocket and she reached across the table to take his hand and write the same number on the back of it. "Does he still have the Ford?"

Eddie grinned. "Sure does."

Felicity stood up and placed her hand on Eddie's shoulder. "It was good seeing you again. Take care of yourself."

"I'll find Oscar for you." Eddie returned his attention to his soup.

Felicity walked up to the waitress and handed her a wad of bills. "Please, get him whatever he wants. Keep the rest."

"Hey, John." Eddie called after Oliver. "You keep an eye on her. She has a way of getting herself into trouble."

Oliver nodded and followed Felicity out of the cafe. Oliver stood for a moment frozen. He still had no idea what was going on and the exchange between Felicity and Eddie had left him more confused and worried. He realized Felicity had kept walking and he jogged to catch up with her, falling into step beside her. "Are you going to tell me what this is all about?" He did his best to keep his voice calm.

"Nope." She said as she picked up her pace.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" His tone slightly less calm than with his previous question.

She squared her shoulders and said, "We're going to steal us a car."

Notes: Thank you for reading.

I've been told that once the new season starts I should no longer make updates on Wednesday. I will be moving my midweek updates to Tuesdays.

Next up: Grand theft auto and other misadventures with Oliver and Felicity.