Author's note: A lot of you have been asking me how the tape arrived at Oliver's house if the person is asking about the Arrow. If he knows the identity, which is what to be assumed here, then why go after Felicity with these questions? Don't worry, by the end all of your questions will be answered.

As always I claim no right to the Arrow franchise nor to any of the characters do I happen to use.

Like a game of chess, his moves were all calculated and sophisticated. Careless moves were not made by this player. Everyone just happened to be a pawn in the game. He held the cards. He grinned softly to himself, staring at his own reflection. Part of his face was covered in burn marks; it didn't even look like a part of him and partly it wasn't. At least, it was not a part of who he used to be. His eyes were the color of charcoal – dark and filled with anger and hatred. Today, there was a mix of excitement. He had calculated every move that led to this moment. He had work very hard to get to where he was. He chuckled darkly to himself and opened the door to the room where the blonde lay.

At the sound of the door opening, Felicity looked up. Her face was void of expression. She looked back down, refusing to meet with his eyes. "Go away," She said under her breath.

"And here I thought we were getting along," a hint of sarcasm.

"Go away." Louder.

He leaned against the wall, smirking. "I thought you should be aware that our guest is on his way. You are to be on your best behavior."

She replied, voice lacking emotion, "Or what?"

He arched in, close to her face. His disgusting breath made her recoil slightly. "You honestly do not want to know."

She made a disgusted face. "It can't be any worse than what you have put me through so far."

"That's where you're wrong, Felicity. I can make it a hundred times worse. Now, how would the Arrow like it if say I…sent him a finger?"

She frowned at that. "You wouldn't… you don't even know who he is."

The man laughed darkly. "Don't I?"

"If you do, why do you need me?" Her voice was empty, yet confusion was written in her eyes. "Why go after me if you know who the Arrow is?"

"You see, I know that this Arrow has one weakness," he paused, "You. And I also know you don't really associate with much people. You see I have eyes everywhere." He placed a finger under her chin, forcefully making her lift her head. "You look at me while I am talking. Now where was I… oh right I have eyes everywhere and from the people you associate with, there was only one who seemed to fit the persona of the Arrow," he said.

Her lips twitched downwards, "I associate with several people. I don't know what you're talking about."

His hands were still on her chin, squeezing. It hurt a little. She could be sure that she would have bruise marks the shape of his fingers by the time he had left her alone. "Don't act like an idiot; we both know you're anything but that." He pulled his hands away, "Now… would you like to eat before or after our guest visits?"

She glanced down at her lap, "I'm not hungry."

"Okay, after it is." He stood up and like that, she was alone again.

Moments alone were the only time she was allowed to really think. She wasn't sure how she was going to make it out of this one. Usually, she knew what to do. She had some type of an idea but all of this was new to her. She was not used to being a step behind. This man knew things about her and possibly about everyone from her team. But if he knew everything, why was he keeping her around? What could he possibly have to gain from keeping her here prisoner? These thoughts poked the depths of her mind the entire morning. Each question just led to more questions. All of these questions and she was sure she was not going to get an answer. She sighed softly, and whispered "Felicity, how did this happen?"

"Talking to yourself, are you? I do say I find that unappealing in a woman." This voice interrupted her thoughts and she gasped. He chuckled softly, and walked into the room. "Your beauty masks your imperfections, at the least."

"Who…who are you?"

"Who am I? You can call me the questioner." He was bald, and had piercing grey eyes. He wore a wife beater and shorts. His clothing did not look intimidating but his stance and the way he appeared was enough to keep her short for words. Short for words was a rarity for Felicity. "Now, you know me, who are you?"

She sniffled softly, and shook her head. "Please," she begged quietly, "Please, let me go."

He repeated, "Who are you?"

"Don't you know?" She yelled, "I'm Felicity Smoak. Don't you guys talk?" She was a bit taken aback by her own voice. Had she really just snapped at this guy? She shut her eyes, expecting a beating or a slap. Neither arrived. She was more shocked to find that he took a seat across from her. She bit her bottom lip. "You didn't…hit me." Her voice was a soft whisper.

He smiled, but it was anything but kind. "No… I have my own ways." He reached a hand for her cheek, and with his thumb he massaged the skin. "Now tell me what do you know about the Arrow?"

She flinched at his touch. "What do I know that you don't already know," she countered.

He chuckled softly, and leaned in really close. "I know who the Arrow is, Felicity. I want to know about the Arrow."

She pulled her head out of his grasp, "Do the research if you know who he is. I am not helping you."

A stiff frown appeared on his face. "Maybe you won't talk right now, but you will learn to talk to me." He stood up, and placed his hand on her shoulder. He gave a squeeze and walked out.

She didn't even part a glance to him, tears rimming her eyes. Once the door shut, her sob left her pink lips.

"Did she say anything?" the burned man asked the bald man. His arms were crossed.

"Nothing yet but I am certain we can get her to talk."

A smirk appeared on the guy's face. "Oh I know you can get her to talk. If anyone can get someone to talk, Rivoli, it's your magical touch or more like death touch…what are you calling it these days?"

Rivoli laughed darkly and replied, "I think these girls should be happy to get such a treatment for information. Don't you, Faji?"

Faji chuckled darkly, "I don't know, I quite enjoy molding them with my hands."

A smirk appeared on the man's face and he nodded. He held his hand out, "It's a pleasure working with you. I'll be back later."

Faji shook his hand, "Don't gone too long. We can't have our girl getting too anxious or thinking we've forgotten about her."

Oliver had replayed the video over and over again. Each time, he got nowhere. He ran a hand against his chin, and murmured to himself, "Come on…there has to be a clue in this video somewhere. Come on Felicity… maybe I'm not looking at this right." He sighed softly, leaning back in Felicity's chair. Each time he played it, he couldn't get passed her screams and her cries for Oliver. The video did not display the attacker. It was just a video of his Felicity, broken to tears. Her tears and sadness stabbed him deeper than any sword ever could. The only thing he could tell from the video was that the man had put Felicity in a garment so gray and depressing. It barely covered her, and he wasn't sure he liked the idea of her being so exposed to these evil people who had her right now. There was nothing he could do and he felt so helpless. He had failed her. He had failed Felicity. Maybe this was what they wanted after all … to destroy him by taking away the one thing that meant the most to him.

He placed his head down on the table hard, and let out a sob. Before he knew it, he was sobbing along with Felicity. He was crying for her pain and misery she was going through but most of all he was crying because he couldn't do anything to put an end to it. He swore that nothing would ever happen to her and he had lied. He had lied and he had failed. If he couldn't protect her, how could he be expected to protect random strangers?

He shut the video off and stood up slowly. "I'm not giving up on you, Felicity." This was a promise. The difference of this promise and his first one was that he was going to keep this one. He was not going to rest until she was back, safe and sound. "I won't rest until I have put an arrow through the man who dared take you from me. My promise to Tommy be forgotten for now, I won't rest until I have put the arrow through the man's heart." His soliloquy complete, he threw himself down on the cot. He didn't sleep. He just laid there, alive yet not quite living.

Diggle picked up his daughter, cooing at her. She giggled softly as her father paid her these attentions. "You've gotten so big, Sara."

Lyla smiled softly to her husband and daughter. "Yeah. She has, hasn't she?"

Diggle glanced up. "I hadn't notice you come in. Hey, how are you?" He asked her, rocking their daughter gently.

"I'm fine but how are you?"

John sighed softly and replied, "I am doing alright, as best as could be expected. It's Oliver I am worried about. He hasn't left the foundry in days. Roy makes sure to bring him food but I'm not even sure if he touches it. This thing with Felicity has really affected him." He glanced down at his daughter, who was now asleep. He smiled gently at this innocent being. "I mean, I can only imagine how he must feel. I'd probably be reacting the same if it had been you or Sara. I can only imagine."

"Yeah…" She replied in a soft whisper, and then leaned in, kissing his cheek, "Let's not focus on what if's right now." She gave a gentle smile.

He returned the smile and replied softly, "Okay."

Thea confronted Roy. "Roy, what is wrong with my brother?"

The boy glanced around but saw no out from the question. He rubbed the back of his neck, "What do you mean?"

"Roy," She warned.

He sighed softly and shook his head. "Okay but don't tell him I told you, okay? He thinks by not telling you, he's protecting you or something."

"Not telling me what?" Thea questioned, her eyes studying his.

"Felicity is missing."

She frowned, and whispered "Missing? That's terrible. I… why didn't Ollie tell me?"

"He thought by not telling you, he was protecting you," Roy replied, placing a hand on hers. "He hasn't left the foundry in forever."

"Maybe I should talk to him?" She stated.

Roy shook his head. "No. I mean not now at least. We need to give him time. I really think he loved her, Thea."

Thea nodded slowly.

"I somewhat understand why he's acting the way he is. I mean, it's probably the same way I would behave if anything happened to you, Thea." Roy whispered, looking at her.

"Roy," a soft sigh from her lips.

He pressed his lips to hers, a gentle touch. He pulled away slowly. "Nothing is going to happen to you, though. There's only so much bad things that can happen in a group, right?" He said, grinning.

Thea laughed lightly and nodded, wanting to believe that. "Right."

All the pieces were in place on the board. Everything was going according to plan. This game of chess has only just begun.

Author's note:

I hope this chapter answered some of your questions. As always leave a review.