A/N: Here's the next chapter for you all! I know it's super short and I'm sorry. I'll try to make up for it by getting the next chapter ready to go.
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"Where the hell are they?" Slade yelled at the small gathering of his lackeys standing in front of him. Their eyes were darting all over the place, avoiding the angry eyes of their boss. His patience with the entire situation was wearing thin. "One of you damn well better answer me."
"We're not sure," one of them admitted nervously.
"What do you mean you're not sure? You were supposed to be helping them gather the equipment that remained unharmed by the bomb!"
"We decided to split off into smaller pai-"
"We decided? Who is we? Because I'm fairly certain that I told you to work together and the last time I checked, I'm the one who gives the orders in this operation."
Slade rubbed his hand over his face before scrubbing it over his face. His temper was starting to get the better of him, and he knew that the longer he stood here yelling at these idiots, the more likely they were to get caught.
"Go find them and return to the bunker. The rest of us will head back now. I'll deal with the insubordination when you all return."
. . . . . . . . .
"I've got movement!" Felicity shouted, spinning in the chair to face Oliver and John with a proud smile on her face.
"Where?" Oliver asked, walking over to the monitors and placing his hands on the back of Felicity's chair. He looked intently at the screen for a few moments before placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Great work."
"Where are we headed?" John asked, moving in the direction of his suit.
"Looks like the explosion originated in the abandoned Queen Consolidated warehouse in the lower east side of town. According to the surveillance cameras, Felicity was able to hack into; there are at least four people inside and six or seven leaving the perimeter. If we hurry, we can catch them," Oliver replied, walking over to the case that housed his own suit.
"You're the Green Arrow…" the words left her mouth before her brain had thoroughly thought out what exactly she was going to say.
Oliver froze in place, realizing that up until this point, she had been under the impression that he had drug her to a high tech bunker. He had never told her the truth about what he did outside of his work with Queen Consolidated.
"Go," Felicity said, shaking her head quickly as she ran a hand through her hair. "I can be starstruck when you guys get back."
Furrowing his brow, Oliver took a deep breath and refocused his attention back onto the matter at hand. He and John had a job to do. He could figure out what he was going to tell the reporter who had been interviewing him about his day job about his night job when they got back.
"There's a spare set of coms in the drawer," John announced as he walked back into the room. "Put a set in and keep an eye on the warehouse. You can be our eyes to places that we can't see in front of it."
Felicity pulled the drawer in front of her open and smiled when she saw the small box sitting inside. "Cool."