They took shifts sleeping. During her turn, Felicity just reclined on the sofa and stared at the ceiling. Logically, she knew she needed rest, and she considered asking Oliver or Sara to knock her out again, but she didn't want to risk hurting anyone during a nightmare. Waking up after pinning Oliver to the floor was unsettling. She felt herself almost changing, Oliver's hands on her face were the only thing that grounded her. So, instead of risking the others, she stayed awake. She could hear the others discussing options to lure H.I.V.E. out.

Thirteen hours. Thirteen hours at the mill and still no company. They finally decided to report their location to HQ in hopes that if there were a mole, their location would be leaked. That's a hell of a thing to wish for, Felicity thought. This whole situation was all sorts of messed up. Still, she had a passing desire to write the whole thing down in hopes for a movie deal. Smiling to herself she was debating on casting choices for the team... if only she could remember the names of actors.

Roy plopped down on the wooden bench next to her, "Whatcha grinnin' about?"

"Wouldn't this be an awesome movie? I mean, not this this," She made a sweeping gesture toward the mostly deserted mill, "but the whole last week? I would pay to watch that movie, and I would pay even more to make it all only a work of fiction." She smiled cheekily at him. It had been such a comfort to find she genuinely liked every member of this team, it almost felt like it was a home she never knew she was looking for. She leaned and shoulder bumped Roy and they both chuckled when Roy bumped her back.

"Here," Roy handed her a nutrition bar, "Diggle wants to know if feeding you again will help him move up the ranks. Though I am not sure how much higher he could go. He's been ribbing Oliver this whole time, saying now he is a god among us mere men, 'as decreed by The Fel Moon'."

With her enhanced hearing Felicity had heard that exchange and she silently laughed as she heard Dig dodging Oliver's playful attempt to swat him. She also heard Nyssa challenge him for his throne, and Dig concede to share his omnipotence. They would each have three days a week of being all powerful, with alternating every other Saturday.

Even with all the easy smiles and shared laughs, the nervous undercurrent remained. There was always a team member watching the radar, another watching the monitors, one on the roof overlooking the exterior of the building, while one slept. During their downtime they ate, joked and laughed out their rising tension, and mentally prepared themselves for battle.

It was two hours later when Felicity's smile vanished. She stood, dropping her canteen to the floor with a clatter, and raced to a window. She turned her head slightly and listened intently. At her sudden movement, everyone else had gone on full alert and moved to their positions, except Oliver. He had followed Felicity.

It took a minute before she could decipher the unfamiliar noise as the buffeting of a helicopter and the drone of a bigger engine much further away. Registering and cataloging those noises she filtered them out and kept listening. She heard the high pitch whir of several someones sliding down a rope, multiple thuds hitting the ground. Further still, she could hear the whipping and snapping of fabric in the wind. "Helicopter, just outside the radar range. Several men rappelled out. Unknown numbers. Also, there is something else. A flutter and snapping sound, like a flag, only not. It's getting closer. Fast." Felicity made sure her comm was on and in so the entire team could hear her. She looked over to Oliver, his face was stern and pensive. She heard a resounding thud from outside and a whispered holy shit from Sara.

"Oliver. Digg. Come check this out."They rushed over as Sara explained what she saw. "This guy just fell from the sky. There's not much left."

"Looks like his 'chute failed. Poor bastard." Diggle said. "Ray, did you pick any aircraft up on the radar?"

"No, none at all. Not even that helicopter Felicity heard. I ran diagnostics and the radar is working like it is supposed to be, they are just staying out of range." The juxtaposition of him sitting at a table, typing furiously on a laptop while dressed in his Atom suit was almost comical, but the frustration over the lack of information wasn't.

"I guess we figured out what that flapping noise was." Oliver said, "Look, here." He pointed to the still figure on the monitor. "Oxygen tank. It was a HALO jump. Too high to be picked up on our damn radar."

Felicity had to swallow bile as she realized she had just heard a man falling to his death. "That would be the bigger engine I heard, then."

"OK, Felicity. Get to the office." Oliver issued the order. Felicity fought her contrary nature and went. Not without muttering under her breath, of course, but one could only ask for so much.

Everyone that had converged on the video monitors went back to their positions. Nyssa was on the roof, accessed via a crudely cut hatch above Roy's designated perch. Sara and Ray were still studying their respective screens, with Barry looking over their shoulders, and would stay until they were needed elsewhere. Diggle and Laurel were stationed on either side of the largest breech point, a huge roll up door flanked by a walk through door. Oliver and Roy followed Felicity up the office stairs to get in their positions up high.

"We've got movement." Sara said through the comms five minutes later. "They've stopped along the treeline. They've completely surrounded us, but they aren't moving in."

The screech of a bullhorn cut into the silent tension. "Felicity." The man dragged out her name expectantly, "Come on out. Don't you want to see your dear old Dad again?"

Felicity moved toward the door, "Oh, I want to see him alright." Oliver stepped in her path. "What? I wasn't going to go with them. If that's what I wanted to do, I would be long gone by now. I was just going to give him a one finger salute. Forcefully."

"How about we let Nyssa deliver your message instead." He reasoned.

Felicity gulped, still not entirely comfortable with the whole violence thing, but she nodded. She leaned into his hand when he cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes. "Take the speaker out, Nyssa" Oliver directed. "Everyone else, be ready. They'll be approaching from all sides." He took a deep breath and his eyes dropped to her lips. In a desperate, 'this may be the last time' move, he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her tight against him. Their lips met in a frantic clashing that was over all too soon. He released her and stepped back. "Stay safe." Then he was in battle mode, racing along the trusses, joining Nyssa and Roy on the roof to thin out the attacking masses.

"You too" Felicity said to the empty office.

Nyssa released her arrow and the man with the bullhorn fell, dead before he hit the ground. There wasn't a war cry from the mob. They didn't scream and charge like they did in the movies. Rather, the silent kill was like a starting pistol. The flock of black clothed warriors charged the mill at full speed, the only sound was their feet racing across the ground.

"They're on the move! Fast!" Sara shouted, abandoning the monitors, running to a lesser breech point, a side access door, joining Ray. Barry raced out of their door to start injecting those he could with the custom knock out serum, focusing on those that seemed to be issuing silent orders.

Felicity watched and listened to the team, and even with two unexpected elements, Sara and Nyssa, they worked like a well oiled machine. Everyone knowing their part and what they needed to do. Everyone except her. She stood there in the office, locked away like some damsel in distress, which was technically correct, but metaphorically it was so wrong. She was no wilting lily to be protected. Stay safe she scoffed internally, fat chance! She had just opened the door when she smelled it, amid the spilling blood and fear and adrenaline, it was there. So familiar, and yet unknown. She could feel her inner wolf's hackles rise and she knew it was a danger, one only she should face. She looked down at her clothes, still in the pajama bottoms and Oliver's shirt. Not wanting to ruin them she removed her earwig and stripped down, folding her clothes and placing them on the couch. As she shifted her into her wolf form, she hoped Roy was focused on anything but her. The last thing she needed was the team wasting their energy and time trying to stop her.

She raced down the steps, the man-made staircase uncomfortable under her paws, approached Sara and Ray, hoping they would put up the least amount of fuss and open the door for her. When Ray saw her he let out a startled gasp and stepped back, Felicity turned her now yellow eyes to Sara, who seemed unfazed by her canine self, and jerked her head toward the door.

"Oliver is gonna be pissed." Sara said as she turned the handle, "Who cares? Get it done. We've got your back." She opened the door just enough for Felicity's large wolf form to pass through.

Stepping on the pea gravel was a definite improvement over the concrete floors inside. She could see the charging mass was now only a football field away, running for all they were worth. A blurred streak weaving throughout, dropping the higher ranking warriors as it passed. She was still hidden in the shadow of the mill, trying to pinpoint her target via smell. There. To the south, past the bodies, still waiting in the trees. She focused her hearing on that one point, trying to discover anything she could, and she located a heartbeat. It was strained, unnatural, stuttering then resuming a regular pace. Pacemaker she thought. I can hack that.

"Dammit Felicity! I told you to stay safe!" She heard Oliver's almost panicked whisper. "Running unarmed into a field of people who are trying to kidnap you while the people trying to keep you safe are shooting at them is not safe. In fact, I think it's the exact opposite of safe."

She wanted to talk with him, to reassure him that she's be fine, that she could handle herself, to explain why she had to do this, but there wasn't any way she could do that now. Maybe when this is over. She sprinted for a large gap left by her friends. Dead, unconscious, and wounded bodies littered the ground, forcing her to leap over them. In little time she had made it to the treeline, the battle started to converge behind her. She ignored the rushing H.I.V.E. operatives and stalked her target by smell. Her hackles rising, a menacing growl escaped her throat. When she wove around the final tree, she saw her target, the man whose scent made her senses revolt, her very own father.

"Hello Felicity. My, aren't you beautiful." Damian's voice was laced with an indistinguishable accent, so different from the Americanized father she remembered.

A snarl was ripped from her throat at the memory of all the pain this man had caused.

"Now, now baby girl. Is that anyway to treat the man who so gracefully gave you this gift?" He gestured to her form, "I worked so hard to develop a serum that wouldn't kill it's host. So many children sacrificed their lives for you to have such an amazing one. You really should be thanking me. Without me you wouldn't be nearly as magnificent." She noticed that his breathing stayed steady and his pacemaker had to zap his heart about once a minute, but even that was beating at a regular pace. He didn't fear her. He didn't have any remorse for the awful things he had done, even experimenting on his own daughter. "Your mother, God bless her, started growing suspicious when you mentioned my lab and that all the shots were worth it since you got to play with the cool equipment. I was going to kill her, you know. It would have been so easy, but she took you and ran to her brother's. Well, I couldn't kill an FBI agent, his family, and his sister and not attract too much attention. So I took my formula and disappeared. I was proud to see you graduate top of your class at MIT, though." He started walking towards Felicity, so she began circling him. A constant growl rumbling out of her throat.

The sounds of fighting had grown closer, she could hear the sickening blows of hand to hand combat, but she was determined to not be distracted. She heard Barry run behind a tree, out of her father's sight line, it was comforting having him at her back. With the knowledge she had a friend with her, she shifted to her human form.

"You are a despicable human and I am ashamed to share a bloodline with you. Why? Why would you take children to experiment on? And your own daughter? No wonder your heart keeps trying to stop beating, it must have died long ago." She stepped forward, her bare feet crunching leaves and snapping twigs, her body fully exposed to the elements, to this vile stranger in front of her. "Is there anyway to reverse what you've done to me? Biologically, I mean. I doubt I'll ever get over the psychological damage."

He let out a humorless laugh, "Children are resilient, and no one ever missed those runaways kids. Don't worry. There is no way to go back. Your gift is permanent. I fused your DNA and RNA with that of a rare breed of lupine found in the Siberian tundra, along with several other nifty things that I would love to teach you about. That's why I decided to find you, to bring you into the fold."

Felicity's brows furrowed, "No. That's not it. You need me for something." She was still walking in a circular pattern, prepared to transform again if need be. "No, if you wanted me to join the family business, you would have approached me straight out of college. What is it?" Her mind was working quickly, fitting the pieces into place like a puzzle. "Oh, my... you've lost the formula! You can't figure out how to replicate the experiment that made me... this" She gestured to her body, mocking her father with a laugh. "You want me only to dissect me and make another. The same thing you've been doing to other special people throughout the world. Well, Sorry to disappoint you, daddy-o-mine, but that ain't gonna happen."

She heard Oliver whisper from twenty feet to her left, "We've got you. Go into your wolf form, we'll take him down."

Her taunting words enraged her father, his heartbeat sped and the pacemaker struggled to keep up. At his screaming charge, she morphed back into a wolf and leaped toward him, pinning him to the ground with her massive paws. One paw on each shoulder, her bared fangs heaving hot breaths on his fragile neck, her yellow eyes boring into his hollow, grey-blue ones. Both were animals filled with rage, but the only monster was pinned to the ground by his own creation.

Oliver and Barry approached slowly, "Dammit, Felicity. I told you we had him." Oliver said, Felicity growled in response, she had a few select words for him when she could speak. He kept an arrow trained on Damian.

Barry leaned down and, with more force that was necessary, jabbed the leader of H.I.V.E. with the knockout concoction. When he lost consciousness, Felicity backed off.