A/N: Here's a look at what's going on inside the bunker as Chase is running wild with his articles in Star City!

Let me know what you think!

Love always,
~starr

"Do we know anything about Adrian Chase?" Oliver asked John as he hung his bow up in the display case and undid the front of his suit.

John shook his head. "I did a little digging when he started running articles about the Queen family, but he must have his records fairly well locked away because I couldn't find much when I was trying to. Once Deathstroke showed back up in town, I figured that taking down Chase was the least of our concerns."

"You're right," Oliver sighed, hanging his head. "Slade needs to be our number one priority right now. But for some reason, I can't Chase out of my head."

"Might that be because of a particular blonde that you've been spending an extraordinary amount of time with lately?" John asked, chuckling as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Oliver rolled his eyes. "It has nothing to do with Felicity."

"Whatever you have to tell yourself at the end of the day," John replied.

"So, what do we know about the last of Slade's whereabouts?" Oliver asked, forcing the line of conversation to leave his non-relationship with Felicity alone for the time being. Once they had Slade, then maybe they could talk more about the spark, he felt every time he thought about her.

"That warehouse that you tracked him to the other night is his other bunker."

Felicity's voice caught them both off guard and forced them to spin around and see her standing behind them. John opened his mouth to ask how she got in but was quickly cut off by her.

"You guys have great security measures on this place, but they aren't any match of an MIT student who specialized in hacking. Plus, I've got a great memory, so even only being there on the night of the explosion, I knew exactly where to go," Felicity replied with a shrug. "As for Chase, there's not much to know about him. You aren't the only people who have gone looking into his past and come up empty."

"How long were you standing there before you said anything?" Oliver asked, furrowing his brow as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Long enough," she replied, winking at Oliver and then turning her attention back to John, who happened to be standing in front of the computer that she needed to gain access to. "Can you move just a smidge to your left? I need the computer your standing in front of."

John looked at her for a moment and then looked up at Oliver, who shrugged. "I think it's easier if you just do what she asks. Apparently, there's more to Ms. Smoak than either of us were aware of."

John nodded his head slowly and took a step to the side. "Apparently there is." He made a mental note to do some digging into her past. That comment about being a hacker during her time at MIT made him slightly nervous about what exactly she was capable of with a computer.

"Call me Felicity," she said, glancing back at the two of them over her shoulder momentarily as she continued typing something into the computer. "Because we were able to get so close to that warehouse the other night, I was able to go back in through the coms server and place a trace for any activity at that location. This way, we'll know when Slade or his henchmen are there or not there. It all depends on how you want to use the information we get from the trace.

"Right now, I'm setting up the computer to send a signal to your phones, letting you know when there is heavy activity going on at the warehouse. It's already programmed to my tablet, so I can be here to help if you need me to be that little voice inside your heads."

"Won't that interfere with your job at the paper?" Oliver asked.

Felicity shook her head rapidly. "Nope. All I have to do is say that I have a lead for a story, and no one asks where I'm head or what I'm out to do. It's a great part about technology."

Oliver and John shared a look before nodding their heads as though they understood, even though they really had no idea what she was talking about in regards to the trace that she was setting up. They walked up to where Felicity was sitting and looked at the screen as she typed in the necessary code to run her program.

"Once this is up and going, it will make it easier to divide our focus between Deathstroke and where Chase is getting his tidbits that he's turning in to front-page articles," Felicity replied without looking up from the screen. "I think he knows I've been spending a lot of time around Oliver lately."

"Why's that?" Oliver asked, leaning up against the side of the desk and crossing his arms over his chest as his brow furrowed in disgust with Chase and his ridiculous articles.

"He cornered me at my office before I left to come here," Felicity said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. "His exact words were something like 'I only need a minute or two of your time to ask you a few questions.' I told him I didn't have a minute or two, and he got out of my way."

"Are you sure he didn't follow you after you blew him off?" John asked, placing a hand on the computer desk.

"When I left the office, he was heading into a meeting with our Chief Editor," Felicity replied, gritting her teeth momentarily. "I was trying to get a meeting with Mr. Merlyn, but of course, he wasn't available when I was trying to meet with him."

"Do I sense a bit of jealousy?" Oliver asked, laughing softly to himself as he smiled at Felicity when she turned to him with a glare on her face.

"I will never be jealous of that piece of scum," she hissed, sticking her tongue out at him momentarily.

Oliver winked at her, which caused her to roll her eyes.

"Now is not the time to be cute, Queen," she grumbled, turning her attention back to the computer screen.

"Should I leave the two of you alone?" John asked, chuckling softly to himself when he noticed the glares that each of them directed at him. He put his hands up in the air and took a step back from Felicity, just in case she decided to smack him for his next comment. "It was just an observation. The vibe in the room just got flirty for a moment there."

"Let's focus on tracing Slade," Oliver interjected, placing a gentle hand on Felicity's shoulder to pull her attention away from shooting death glares at John and back to the more pressing matter at hand.