"Felicity, I need you to pull anything you can find on this shop. And patch me through to Dig." Oliver Queen was well aware of the fact that he sounded incredibly tense. Considering the fact that he was surrounded by laser tripwires in a room that had RDX packed into the walls like some kind of messed up pinata, he thought he had a damn good reason for it too.
"What is it you need?" Felicity sounded off, and he could hear the concern laced in her voice.
"Blueprints. Schematics. Anything you can find."
"On it. Dig's on the line, by the way."
"Good. The bombs are hidden in the sound equipment around the perimeter of the rally. See what you can do to find it."
Felicity piped up after his confirmation that there were, indeed, bombs at the rally. "You're on your way there too, right?" She questioned, sounding hopeful.
"Not yet..." His voice sounded irritated, but he hadn't directed that irritation at her. He hadn't moved a muscle since before he first contacted her. "I'm kind of tied up with a few laser tripwires and a wall full of high explosive insulation right now..."
Felicity gasped loudly over the radio. Causing him to wince with his eyes alone. Not how he'd hoped for that to come out, really. She was probably already worried enough before he'd said that.
"Right. Well, unless those tripwires are running off of some kind of auxiliary power source-" Batteries, in other words. "-It's probably tied into the electrical system of the building itself. Especially since the explosives are in the walls, that would be the easiest way to do it." There was a paused, and all he could hear was the clatter of her keyboard as she typed away like a madwoman. "We're in luck. Building was constructed back in the seventies. Electrical systems back then were pretty fragile. Cut one wire and the whole system goes offline. Doesn't look like the system was ever upgraded. But then again, it doesn't look like the insulation was ever upgraded with plastic explosives either."
"I see a fuse-box." Oliver informed, his eyes locking onto the silver box across the room. Slowly, very slowly, he turned his body to aim at the object. One eye locked to the head of the drawn arrow on his bow. Making absolute sure to keep that one laser beam locked to the metal at the end of the arrow. He could hear the blood rushing through the veins in his ears. He could feel his heard pounding in his chest.
"Oliver, be careful..." Felicity urged quietly. Though it sounded more like a prayer. Hoping against all hope that this plan would work. If it didn't...if that electrical system had been upgraded. If those tripwires ran off of batteries. If she was just plain wrong and the explosives weren't tied into the electrical system at all, Oliver was dead. And she would have failed him. Failed to find him a way out of danger.
The explosion deafened her right ear through the wireless earpiece. But her heart seized up in her chest at the silence that followed. "Oliver!" She cried out.
Silence. "...Oliver...?"
Her heart jumped for joy a moment later when he finally, finally responded to her. "Meet me at the rally, I'm on my way."
Felicity didn't waste any time ripping the earpiece away from her ear and spinning around in her chair to a dead sprint up the stairs and out of the Arrowcave. She needed to get to the rally. For one, some psycho was blow the whole event up and everyone in it. For two, she needed to see Oliver and make sure he was alright.
When said Psycho pointed a gun at her to stop her from disarming his bombs, she was completely calm. Months ago, she might have been trembling in fear or begging for her life. But now? Now she wouldn't give this son-of-a-bitch the satisfaction of seeing her beg. Of seeing her afraid. She'd been wanting to test out the slow-mo type reactions that the Count's little gift had given her. Wondering if it was extensive enough to allow her to dodge bullets.
So when John Diggle turned into a heroic retard and rushed forward, getting himself shot in the shoulder, she wasn't exactly very happy with Oliver's idiot 'bodyguard'. Or the explosives obsessed weirdo wielding the gun.
She both mentally cheered when Oliver arrived and chased the basket case away, and cursed at the fact that her chance to see what she could do was taken away. That wasn't important at the moment though.
Disarming the bombs in case Oliver couldn't get to the idiot in time to stop him was her first priority. Then tending to Diggle was number two. And then making sure Oliver didn't get himself cooked in the shop was a very close third.
Honestly, between the two of them, she was beginning to honestly consider if she needed to start attending medical school in her free time.
A/N: Good grief, what is Felicity ever going to do with Oliver, constantly getting himself into trouble? Find out soon!