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Corto Maltese was hot. Felicity would do anything to endure a winter atmosphere right now. The hairs that fell out of her ponytail stuck to her neck annoying her.
Oliver had worn a hat and long sleeve shirt with shorts. She wondered how he was surviving considering the amount of sweat she was watching come off his body.
Focus. She needed to focus. Her and Oliver were keeping watch over Adrian and Sara.
They were meeting with one of China White's associates. Something was ticking in Corto Maltese and the CIA had to find out before the clock ran out.
"Need any more water?" Oliver asked Felicity.
"No, I think the car is approaching…"
"Canary, DA car approaching from your left. Overwatch and I are in position." Oliver spoke to the comms as Felicity's grip tightened on her rifle. If they enemy fired first her and Oliver would fire as a distraction to get Sara and Adrian out of there.
Felicity's stomach hurt. Everything just took a turn for the worst.
"How the hell did the agency not know this was his base of operations when this has been going on for two years!" Adrian yelled as the team assembled at the safe house. The tone he used didn't sit well with her. Chase was full of an all too familiar rage that didn't help her stomach.
"We are staying here until Michaels gives us the go." Oliver tried to reason.
"It's a damn bio weapon! You know we could use that friend of yours as bait."
Poking the bear was a bad thing to do. Felicity had already learned that you don't question Oliver about Tommy. Both women watched as Oliver and Adrian rammed into each other. Punching and kicking doing whatever they could to cause harm.
Felicity yelled at Adrian as Sara tried to pull Oliver off.
"Adrian! Adrain! Stop!" She finally got through to him and he charged to her causing her to feel as small as a mouse as he towered over her.
"You shouldn't be here, Felicity! We know you have the brain power to probably shut down whatever the hell Merlyn is about to unveil. You're in his land! Your face is on his cameras. Going to his people. Get out! Get out!" He sounded manic.
"I won't stop fighting. You need to pull yourself together! Three months without your antics has been wonderful!" She stormed out of the main room and off to her assigned bedroom.
She couldn't take the rage that would come out of nowhere from Adrian. She wouldn't stand to be belittled. That was the reason she left him.
The door to her room opened quite some time later. Felicity lied on the bed with her feet still touching the ground as she stared into the ceiling. She thought it was Chase until she realized it was a smell that lingered from that night he tucked himself into her shoulder, Oliver.
"Michaels gave us the go. You and I are going into the unveiling party. Chase is going to cool down yet with Sara…"
She felt the but coming. Oliver didn't want to ask this, but he went for it.
"Has he ever hurt you? Is that why you left him?" She read the concern in his voice.
She sat up now her eyes glossy as she looked at a worried Oliver Queen standing before her. She almost wanted to laugh not at him, but at the situation. He doesn't get to lash out at her one second and then be caring the next.
"I can take care of myself, Queen." The comment didn't match the emotion in her eyes.
He sat next to her, "You flinched when he yelled at you. I've seen you in far more threatening situations and you've never flinched like that."
"His revenge plan got ruined, you know the one for his parents. The agency found he had ulterior motives and he got angry. Now he's full of this rage. He's like a time bomb. He goes off one minute and then is fine the next. The Depot ruined his life. I deserved better than that. He deserved help. He was supposed to go to a shrink. I don't know what's happening. I feel responsible." She stuttered the last part as a tear came down her cheek.
"I'll talk to him, but in the meantime. We have to leave in an hour. Do you need help getting ready? I uh, I can ask Sara if she'd help…"
"If she wants to play makeup she can. I don't care. What am I even wearing?"
"The agency sent us things."
Malcolm Merlyn ran Corto Maltese and all his dirty operations through the city. Now, here Felicity and Oliver entered the swank ballroom as if this were an auction for art pieces and not a bioweapon.
The agency had no other information on what this weapon was. Their aliases' were forged onto the guest list. They had to hope no one here would recognize them.
Oliver dampered his striking features with a bad brunette wig and brown colored eye contacts. His clothes showed his status to be there while Felicity looked more like the nerdy assistant.
She wore a soft navy blue pantsuit that looked as if it was bought at a department store and not luxury. Her blonde hair was pinned up into a long dark wig and thick black frames rounded her face.
This was a business party. Felicity made her rounds with Oliver he was supposed to be some computer science nerd who develops black op software. She had to almost laugh at the irony.
Oliver handed her a drink and she gladly accepted they were in position now and just had to wait for the unveiling. Record the details and leave, fast.
"You still seemed rattled from earlier…" the comment bothered Felicity more than what it should've.
"I'm fine." She made it more convincing this time that Oliver let it go. They started pointing out guests and laughing at some of the attire. They weren't the worst dressed. All had been invited to see what Malcolm Merlyn would unveil.
"I wonder if they told Tommy yet…" Oliver drifted, but before she could answer the lights dramatically dimmed in the room.
They rose not long after to spotlight a large object that was covered with a black cloth.
Felicity knew that a weapon this size meant that damage would occur.
"Ladies and gentleman! Welcome! Welcome! If you don't speak English, well that's too bad!" Oliver's breath hitched at the sight of Malcolm. It had been a long time since he'd been in the same room as his childhood best friend's father. He seemed neurotic with his words, not like the man he remembered. Perhaps he'd gone mad. That would be some comfort to Tommy and not his father being sane and doing this.
"Today I present you with a pretty little thing I had made...it will help the greater good. Rid us of waste. Erase land to rebuild! We will make our peace. It will start with The Undertaking." The cover lifted off the device. Felicity's eyes went wide. She pulled at Oliver's arm wanting to drag them both out of there and out of this city as fast as possible.
This thing was catastrophic.
"Felicity what is it!" Sara yelled at her as they waited to connect to the secure line to the agency.
Felicity was ravishly typing on her computer double checking everything.
"Director Michaels, team what do we have?"
"A device called The Undertaking. He said something about the greater good, getting rid of waste, and rebuilding." Oliver answered, but looked to Felicity to finish as soon as his last word was out.
"Michaels, with what I saw and what I know and referenced. It looks to me as some sort of seismic device. With what Merlyn said it would make sense. 'Erase land to rebuild.' The size of that particular device could level a city, it could level Corto Maltese. I don't feel that we should stick around and find out."
The team looked at her wide eyed, now understanding why she was so frantic.
"What proof do you have Smoak?" Michaels questioned.
"It looks like Unidac Industries was studying and or inquiring about seismic frequencies. I'd say it's conscience, but considering their location and Malcolm's previous affiliations with Merlyn Global...I'd be able to research it more at the agency."
They heard her sigh before ordering them back.
"You're telling me that my father is now considered a terrorist for The Depot and no one in the entire agency has felt like mentioning this to me till now?"
Michaels nodded at Oliver to continue explaining as much as he could. No one told Tommy the whereabouts of his father. The man was in shock at the status his father currently held.
Felicity sat furthest away from the two men. She didn't want to be in this room, but Michaels wanted her there for the technical stuff. She now watched another man she knew get that rage in their eyes caused by The Depot.
"He's with Damien Darhk and China White. We are trying to pull all the pieces together, but the leader remains a mystery. The device that we saw in Corto Maltese is believed to cause catastrophic damage."
"And he created it?" Tommy questioned.
"The current hypothesis is that it's a seismic device. Agents Allen, Ramon, and I cross referenced projects that Unidac Industries was working on. They've been inquiring about seismic activity and such...since your father was a major figure here with Merlyn Global, we don't think it's conscience." Felicity explained.
"Fuck," Tommy muttered under his breath.
"How was Tommy in the field with you?" Oliver stormed into Felicity's office.
"Geez Oliver, how about you knock next time?" She spat.
He shut the door softer than his entrance, "It's only fair. Seriously, Smoak I need your honest opinion."
She took a deep breath, "He was shaken, but said Michaels threatened him. Competent enough to go through with the mission and complete it. I didn't have a problem. I was worried because it was someone new to be working with. You know with my ass on the line and all and life and death and all that fun stuff. I thought he was fine. Shouldn't you already have hashed this out with him?"
Oliver rolled his eyes seeming satisfied with that answer, until he leaned against the back of her door dropping his head back. "They're sending him on the mission with us to try and locate and extract the bioweapon."
He said it so softly she feared she'd heard wrong, but when he looked at her she saw the concern and worry all over his face. "Who else is going?"
"Six of us. Helena, Chase, Tommy, Sara, you and I." He massaged his temples.
She stood up from the desk chair she once sat in going to Oliver getting close, but not too close she looked at him.
"We aren't going to let anything happen to him. Do you understand?"
He nodded his head in agreement.