Everyone looked up when Oliver came marching down the stairs of the arrow cave, a determined look in his eyes. His left hand was wrapped tensely around a piece of paper and his bow rested on his right side. He barely spared his teammates a glance, walking directly towards Cisco. He held out his left hand, presenting the letter which now had a few wrinkles. Without a word, the man grabbed the letter, eying the man. He waited for further instruction. When none came, he decided to skim the letter. A small frown painted his lips.

"Can you understand it?" His voice came out in a gruff low whisper, barely audible. His grip on his bow slackened slightly, feeling tired. This felt like his last hope.

Cisco's eyes moved across the paper repeatedly, "Hmm," he chewed on his bottom lip, "Yeah, I'm just going to need some time." If he had not taken the meta-human cure, he could have probably vibed the letter and gotten the answers they needed.

"You have twenty minutes." Oliver walked away, leaving no argument. He shed off his outfit. There were different color bruises on his abs. None of this bothered him. Wearing just pants, he walked over to the pull-up bars; might as well get a few rounds in while Cisco decoded the letter. Each time his chin hit the bar, he grunted, thinking of what he would do when he found whoever decided to mess with Felicity. Cops would be the least of their worries when he was finished with them.

Cisco read the letter out loud to himself, focusing on keywords. He compared the letter to some of the messages from the phone from earlier. "Mexico?" His eyes narrowed at the details of the last message that Marty had gotten. He studied the letter again. Of course. There was a location hidden in the letter. But what did this location have to do with Mexico? None of this made sense to the untrained eye however Cisco was able to further look into the information. A suspicious name popped up, matching Mexico and the location; the Black Jacks. "Okay!" He spun his chair around, getting the attention of the two men in the room. "I got something."

Diggle and Oliver both looked at the man. Oliver grabbed a towel, wiping his sweat off his chest. Diggle crossed his arms around his chest. Cisco pulled up a few tabs on the screens to show a location of an auction happening in the water fronts near the Glades and a few morning flights for Mexico as well as information on the Black Jacks. He had managed to find a file on Marty, who was an underling for the Black Jacks. It turned out Marty was wanted for multiple counts of felony kidnapping and terrorism. The Black Jacks were huge players.

"Pretty sure she was trying to say that they're auctioning her," Cisco finished, clicking on the mouse. "The darknet mentioned the auction and the time."

"Why would Black Jacks want to auction off an IT tech?" Oliver frowned, "She has nothing to do with that world." It was his fault. If he had just ignored the chemistry between him and her after the few interactions in the beginning of his career, then she wouldn't have to worry. It was too late to show any regrets.

Diggle placed a hand firmly on his shoulder, squeezing. "I'm sure I get more information on them from Argus. Lyla mentioned Black Jacks once in passing a few years ago."

"We need to strike at the auction." Oliver hit his fist against his open palm, "We can't let them take her to Mexico."

Cisco clicked on the keyboard, pulling up more information. "I definitely second that motion, but you shouldn't go alone. The boss, a.k.a, Eduardo 'knifer' Lopez, has been charged multiple times with different charges like murder and drug trafficking as well as human trafficking. Nothing has stuck, though. It also seems like this auction is going to have big players. Lots of gun power. One sign of trouble and they'll probably tie the loose ends."

"You mean they'd kill Felicity," Diggle clarified.

Cisco nodded, "Yeah, unfortunately." He frowned slightly. "But we definitely should go to the auction. But… incognito. Oliver can't show his face because anyone can definitely see how he's out of place. But maybe I and someone else can go there and pretend to be low-profile criminals? I could hack us some undercover profiles."

Oliver looked thoughtful for a second. He ran a hand through his hair, "I'll ask Roy. Can you go ahead and make those profiles?"

Cisco nodded, turning in his chair. "On it."

Oliver stepped away, dialing a nameless number. It rang for a moment before it was picked up. "Hey, Roy. I'm sorry for calling you during your date with my sister, but it's important." He paused to wait for a response. "We found where they have Felicity but movement is time sensitive." He nodded, listening to Roy talk. "Great, see you soon. Let Thea know how sorry I am for disturbing her date." He chuckled, "Yeah, I know, Felicity is definitely worth a raincheck." He hung up and walked back towards the other men in the room.

Cisco printed a few pages, handing them to Diggle. "Okay, so here's some of the information but don't memorize it too much. We don't want to seem like we are playing a part."

"Diggle and I will be hovering around the entire time," Oliver stated, "At the first sign of trouble, we go in."

Roy cleared his throat, standing at the top of the stairs. "Sorry to keep you waiting. Had to drop Thea back at her apartment. We doing this?" He joined them down by the computers. Once he was filled in on the plan, he crossed his arms. "Do you have any field experience, Cisco?"

"Well, yes, sort of, kind of," Cisco looked at his hands, "Sometimes joined the Flash on scenes but I haven't ever gone undercover like this. But will I mess this up? No."

Roy nodded, "Okay, let's do this, then."

Oliver distributed a few earpieces to Cisco, Roy, and Diggle before placing one in his own ear. "This should work even in the worst attics possible. If anything goes awry, Diggle and I will be listening." Oliver handed Roy a small pendant, "Pin this on your sleeve. It's a camera so we can have eyes on the operation at all times."
Roy who was now wearing a suit, provided by Oliver, placed the pendant on his shoulder sleeve. "Okay, got it."

"What about me? Should I have a camera?" Cisco asked, fixing his tie.

"You're going to have the money," Oliver replied, handing him a heavy suitcase. "I have no idea how much people are willing to bet but I'm not taking any chances. If you can't spot her before the auction, try to make sure we win her back."

Cisco gripped the suitcase tightly. "Got it."

Diggle approached them, "I just got off the phone with Lyla. Got an address. Also got us some backup on speed dial." He put his helmet on, "We ready to roll?"

Oliver placed his mask on, "Time to go." He turned to Cisco and Roy, "You guys got this."

Eduardo held tightly to Felicity's hand, leading her around the hotel. He smiled whenever he made eye contact with another guest. None of the guests seemed to be worried about the distance in Felicity's eyes nor the paleness of her skin. Every guest seemed to have someone similar to them. He stopped at a table, tossing the reserved paper off it, and sat down, forcing her to sit on his lap.

"Are you as excited as I am?" He murmured in her ear. He smirked when she shivered. "I'm going to miss you," he leaned in to kiss her forehead, laughing when she recoiled from him.

The lights dimmed and then a spotlight appeared on the stage. An important-looking man appeared on the stage. He was talking but Felicity wasn't paying attention to the words. Everything was going by in a blur. She whimpered inwardly, hoping that someone had found her note and had been able to figure out where she was. Tears welled in her eyes as she was pushed to stand up. She glanced slightly to the left, noticing how full this hotel ballroom was. People were clapping at something the speaker on the stage had said and then she was being forced to the back room.

In the front entrance of the event, there was a buff man, shielding people who didn't belong from entering the event. His eyes narrowed when Cisco and Roy appeared. The men were dressed in nice but tacky suits.

"Are you on the list?" He crossed his arms, glaring at the men. As far as he was aware, everyone who was someone in the crime world was inside.

Cisco felt his throat dry, but Roy stepped up. "Not because we didn't say we were going to show up but our schedules cleared up so we decided to come." Roy eyed the man's name tag, "Jean, you don't want me to have to call the God Father, do you?"

Jean shook his head, opening the door. "Go on in." He rubbed the back of his neck, "Sorry for the hassle, you know how these things go."

Cisco gave a faux smile, following Roy through the doors.

"What was that?" Oliver came through their ears, "Cisco, it sounded like you froze."

In a soft whisper, staring directly at Roy to not be suspicious, "Sorry, jitters. Won't happen again." Oliver grunted but didn't reply.

Roy glanced around, noticing how dark it was besides the stage. His eyes narrowed when he noticed in the crowd of the females in pretty dresses on the stage was one blonde called Felicity Smoak.

He couldn't do anything to draw attention. He counted the number of men in here with guns and came at about fifty people here. They would have to try to play the long game.

A woman in a black cocktail dressed appeared behind them, "Mojitos?" She flashed them a smile. It would be out of place if they didn't accept the drinks but they couldn't risk jeopardizing themselves.

Roy grabbed two, handing one to Cisco, before taking a seat at an open table. He turned to the waitress, "What's your name?"

The waitress startled for a bit, not used to the men who frequented these events having conversations, before smiling warmly. "Jo."

"Jo, can anyone bet?"

She nodded, pushing a piece of black hair out of her face. "As long as your money is green, your money is golden is the motto."

"So, tell me, Jo, how often do you work these events?" Roy leaned back on his chair, crossing his arms.

"Well, this is my first time waitressing at one of these events, but I first heard of something like this when I first got a job here a few months ago." She glanced around, "I could really lose my job if they catch me talking to you guys like this."

Roy glanced at Cisco for a second and then turned his attention back to the girl. He flashed a charming smile. "I wouldn't want that to happen. If they ask, just say we were just curious about the drink menu." He winked at her. She chuckled in a nervous manner before walking away. As she walked away, Roy leaned forward in his chair.

In the hotel parking lot, Diggle and Oliver were stationed in a van supplied by Argus. They had eyes and ears, but they still felt very powerless. There they could see Felicity and what seemed like nine other victims, but they couldn't risk making a move. Their only chance was having Roy and Cisco succeed in their mission but even then, there were still nine other victims. Even if the men inside managed to auction high enough on Felicity, there would still be moves to make. This was only the start.

Oliver's eyes narrowed, "Roy, ten o'clock."

Roy casually glanced up, spotting a familiar man. Eduardo. He was without Felicity but this didn't change the plan. He held in a breath when the man sat at the same table as them. There was so much that he wanted to say so much he wanted to do, specifically wanted to punch him in his proud face. Instead, Roy nodded subtly at the man.

Eduardo held up his beer and flashed his teeth, most of them were crowned in gold. "This is my favorite part," he told them, taking a sip of his beer. Cisco and Roy both nodded, playing a part. "So which, crime syndicate invited you?"

"The Diamonds," Cisco spoke naturally. "We were promised beauty and so far," he glanced at his partner, "We're not disappointed, are we, brother?"

Roy shook his head, "There are so many lovely ladies, much more than the years before."

Eduardo chuckled to himself but didn't make a comment. It was unclear if he believed them but they weren't asked any further questions and the room went dark. The auction began.