The week went by slow, no sightings of Merlyn or Thea, the streets were quiet, and Felicity went out two more times with Ray. Barb and the guys were starting to get antsy in the foundry by Saturday.

"Okay, who wants to go get food," Barb asked after she finished listening to Lecroix's phone calls.

"No luck with the phone?" Oliver asked while sharpening arrows.

"Nothing. To say I'm pissed would be an understatement. I need a cheeseburger, who's in?" she asked Oliver and Diggle.

"I'm in," Diggle stood up and put on his jacket.

"Sure, why not," Oliver shrugged following the two of them up the stairs.

They should have known Big Belly Burger would be crowded on Saturday afternoon. The three of them walked into the burger joint and saw Roy working behind the counter. He nodded towards them and Barb walked over to him.

"Think we can get a table sooner then later?" she asked him.

"I'll see what I can do for you guys," he winked at her and she walked back over towards Diggle.

"Where'd he go?" she asked him looking for Oliver.

"I'm guessing you didn't know that they were here," Diggle pointed towards the back corner booth where Oliver stood. Sitting opposite each other in the booth were Felicity and Ray.

"I'm going to go save her, Roy's getting us a table," she told Diggle and he nodded as she jogged towards Felicity's table.

"Hi guys," Barb peeked behind Oliver.

"Hi," Felicity greeted, the look on her face was pure awkward. She was asking to be saved.

"I see you had the same idea for lunch," she said to both Felicity and Ray.

"Um, yeah, Ray hadn't been here yet," Felicity nodded.

"Nice place."

"They have very good burgers here," Oliver agreed.

"Oliver's first burger when he came back from the island was Big Belly," Felicity told Ray.

"That, that's nice," Ray nodded.

"Well, you guys seem to be having a nice time, Roy is getting us a table, so we should probably head back and wait with Digg," Barb suggested to Oliver. He hadn't said much or moved much since he had arrived at the table. He remained stoic as he awkwardly stared back and forth from Felicity to Ray.

"Queen!" Barb said loudly, pulling him back to reality.

"What?" he asked.

"Say goodbye, we're going to go eat lunch with Digg.

"It was nice to see you both," he lied.

"Have a nice lunch, I'll see you at home," Barb told Felicity and then began pushing Oliver in the direction Diggle was standing.

"Your friends are very interesting," Ray commented before taking a bite of her burger.

"I think Oliver is just a little worried," she said picking at a fry.

"Worried about what?"

"I'm dating my boss who owns his family's company. He's slightly suspicious of you."

"I think he just doesn't like me."

"No, it's not that."

"So how long have those two been dating?"

"Wh-what?" Felicity choked. "Oh no, those two, no way. Barb can barely stand Oliver. She has a boyfriend back in Gotham."

"Oh, I just assumed, it just seems like her and Oliver are together a lot."

"Barb's been helping Oliver out with some work things. I used to help him more but, considering I work for the company he's trying to get back it's a little conflicting," Felicity watched as Barb got back up from the table where Roy was talking to the three of them. She had a serious look on her face as she made her way back towards Felicity and Roy.

"Is everything okay?" Felicity asked as she approached.

"Can I borrow her a second?" Barb asked Ray.

"Sure," he nodded and Barb pulled Felicity's arm off to a back hallway.

"What's wrong?" Felicity asked.

"You're coming in tonight right?"

"Yes, of course, what's going on?"

"Do you think you can come in after lunch?"

"Yes, I'll tell Ray I have an emergency or something. Are you going to tell me what has you so freaked out?"

"Roy said he heard Vertigo is back in play."

"That's not possible I watched Oliver put three arrows in the Count."

"Apparently where there is demand, someone will find supply. We've got Count 2.0 out there somewhere. Roy is going to try to make a deal with him tonight, Oliver, Diggle, and I are running back up."

"We need to coordinate everything before it gets dark," Felicity nodded, "I'll come in as soon as I'm done with Ray.

"Great, see you there."

"So what do we know?" Felicity asked walking to her computers.

"Count 2.0 is meeting with some dealers tonight. One of my guys from the Glades hooked me up with the address so I can start selling for the Count. Or at least that's what he thinks," Roy filled her in.

"You're not going to be able to take anything with you, they'll definitely be patting you down for weapons or wires," Barb told him.

"That's why I've got you guys following me," Roy told her.

"He can probably get in with his phone," Felicity said. "If we're lucky that is. Then at least we'll be able to keep tabs on you," Felicity told Roy.

"What time is the meeting?" Oliver asked.

"Nine."

"We should go and set up a perimeter before Roy gets there, that way we can keep count on how many people are getting there and we don't have to sneak in."

"Leave at seven?" Barb asked.

"That's probably best."

"I'll go get dressed."

"I've got eyes on Roy," Diggle told them from his vantage point. He was on top of a building across from the entry into the alleyway and was keeping tabs on how many men were going into the alley, "He's headed your way Barb."

Farther down the alley Barb had made a nest on one of the fire escapes hidden in the darkness. Just beyond her was Oliver, he had found himself a window with a ledge, just over the rendezvous point.

Oliver looked below him to see three other men standing at the back of the dead ended alley as Roy came into view. Fifteen more minutes until it was nine.

"Did anyone pat Roy down?" Felicity asked.

"No," Barb whispered, "No one is at the entrance."

"I've got two more heading your way guys," Diggle told them. "You should have a total of six." Barb watched as the two men went to stand with Roy and the other three.

Ten minutes.

"I want everyone to remember if things start to go south the most important thing is to get Roy out of there. Not going after the Count," Felicity said.

"I don't think anyone will disagree with you Felicity," Diggle answered for the three of them. Oliver and Barb couldn't talk much, he knew it. And he knew if it came down to Roy or the Count, they'd always choose Roy.

"We've got movement," Barb whispered. A fence that blocked off the right side of the alley had been cut with bolt cutters and three men entered through the hole.

They had to plan the drop to the ground perfectly. When they decided to drop, they had to give Roy enough warning to run, they couldn't afford people knowing he was working with the Arrow. Diggle would be waiting with his suit before giving Oliver and Barb back up.

Oliver didn't see the five guys meeting with the Count to be too much of a threat. They sold the drugs, but they weren't the muscle. These were scrawny hopped up kids looking for some extra drugs and cash. He wasn't worried about them, it was the Count and his two goons he had to worry about. The new guy looked drastically different from the Count Oliver had put three arrows in the year before. He had blonde, almost white hair, and he appeared to be in his late forties early fifties. He'd be an easy target to pick out in a crowd.

Oliver and Barb kept glancing down at the meeting and back at each other. Waiting for the opportune moment to drop to the alley. Oliver was to signal with a small green light. The men below would never see them coming.

They were waiting - if the Count were to get away they wanted to make sure Roy had all the information he needed.

Barb looked across to Oliver five minutes later and was greeted by a green flashing light. She proceeded to get up from the fire escape and climb over the railing. She watched as Oliver did the same, and when she saw the silhouette of his hood nod at her she let go, falling to the pavement below her, and landing on one of the Count's bodyguards.

"Mind if we drop in?" she asked at she hog tied the man and watched Roy make his way out of the alley.

"Roy's clear," she heard Diggle in her ear as she tried to restrain a couple of the drug dealers scattering around her.

"He got out the fence," Oliver called to her as he finished pinning his man. They both climbed through the hole and raced down the second alleyway.

"Felicity, where's this alley go to?" Barb asked as she ran behind Oliver. Keeping her eyes peeled on her surroundings, she noticed a small glare of light for a moment on the right just ahead of them. "Get down!" she yelled, pulling Oliver's quiver back right before the gun shot off.

"What happened?" Felicity yelled into the earpiece.

"You're not so easy to kill are you?" the gun moved out towards the alley and the middle aged man followed closely behind it. He wasn't an idiot, he held the gun close to his body so Oliver couldn't reach out and grab it from him. "I was told you're no longer a killer. So truth be told, I'm not too afraid of The Arrow or his little girlfriend," he steadied his gun on the both of them.

"I really wish people would stop calling me that," Barb huffed.

Oliver tried to position himself in front of Barb, but she was having none of it. Her job was to look out for Oliver, no one was taking a bullet for her tonight. Her hand was dangling near her pack strapped to her right thigh. She could easily reach the batarang that poked out the top, and if she got the right angle, she could knock the gun out of the Count's hand. But only if Oliver got out of her way. She moved slightly to the right to get out from behind his tall shadow and she wiggled the fingers of her right hand in anticipation. As she was about to grab the batarang she heard a whizzing coming from above, and a second later the Count's gun was shot out of his hand.

By a black arrow.

Oliver punched the Count, knocking him out before looking up at the building above them. Atop the building was a slender body dressed in black with a black hood. It had to be Thea, he looked back at Barb for a second.

"Go! I've got this," she was apprehending the Count. "Felicity contact Captain Lance, tell him we've got the new Count."

Oliver jumped from fire escape to fire escape until he reached the rooftop. He could see in the distance the figure running ahead of him, almost gliding from one roof to the next as she jumped.

"Stop!" Oliver called to her, but she was too fast, he couldn't keep up. He followed her across five rooftops before she disappeared into the darkness. Oliver was fuming. She was there, so close, and he'd lost her. Again. He threw down his bow and paced in frustration. He heard footsteps behind him and turned to see Barb.

"I lost her," he said defeated.

"Well, she shot the bad guy this time, so I call that progress," she joked. He shot her a glare. "Too soon? Sorry."

"I don't even know if she knows who I am," he told her. "What if Merlyn never told her I'm the Arrow."

"What if he did, and she just saved your life?" Barb asked him.

"You have to admit, it is progress. C'mon, let's head back, we got the bad guy tonight. Let's just be happy we got a victory tonight."