A/N: Hello loves! I'm back with the next chapter of this adventure. I have not started writing the chapter that comes after this, but it is on my list of things to do as I work through stories with impending due dates. This summer is a bit cray cray with all the pieces I have do!

I know I left us on a bit of a cliff hanger, and it doesn't really get much better here. However, I do hope you enjoy this next installment.

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Love always,
~starr

Her eyes blinked rapidly as they adjusted to the light now that he had removed her blindfold. She wasn't sure where he had taken her. All she could hope is that the trackers she had installed on her phone, as well as Oliver and John, had started sending signals to the bunker that she was moving.

When she had called him from the apartment, he could hear Oliver calling to her, but for her own safety, she couldn't react. He had to believe they were the only two people in that room. If he knew she had called him, then she was certain that he would have killed her on the spot.

She and Oliver had been so careful to hide their meetings from the general public and the fact that she was working with the Green Arrow. The continuous thought that was running through her mind was trying to figure out how the hell Slade had managed to find her and break into her apartment.

She was just a simple reporter for the Star City Sentinel, who could barely get her name in the headlines. What could Slade possibly want from her? Or at least that was how she was going to play this off when Slade came back to interrogate her if he came back.

By the look of the two men standing on either side of the door to the cell, Felicity had a feeling that she was going to be left alone in here with just the two of them for a while. She could still feel her cell phone shoved in her pocket, which was encouraging in case her bodyguards ever left, although she had a sneaking suspicion that that would never be the case.

"Oliver will figure out where I am, and nothing is going to happen to me," she whispered to herself, slouching down on the pillows beneath her on the cot. It wasn't the most comfortable of places to lay down, but it was the best of her options right now.

. . . . . . . . .

Oliver rolled his eyes for what felt like the millionth time this evening since Felicity's phone call. He had her location from the tracking device on her phone, but John wouldn't let him leave the bunker without a plan. He couldn't care less about some damn plan. All he wanted to do was get Felicity home safe and sound.

She was innocent in all of this. Slade's issue was him and no one else. No one else was allowed to die fighting in this war between Oliver and Slade. Regardless of what Slade believed, no one else should be shedding blood for a fight that they weren't involved in.

In fact, if anyone should have to shed blood for this war, it should be Adrian Chase. If it weren't for his damn articles, Slade wouldn't have even known about Felicity. Oliver had done everything in his power to keep the women in his life out of the spotlight after his mother's death. He didn't need to give Slade any other names to add to his revenge list. His mother's death was one too many.

Glancing at John out of the corner of his eye, Oliver exhaled sharply as his arms dropped to his side. He was sick of waiting around doing nothing. Someone had to go out there and save Felicity, and obviously, her safety wasn't at the top of A.R.G.U.S.'s list.

He walked over to his Green Arrow suit and started pulling items off the mannequin. He made quick work of suiting up before grabbing his bow.

"Where do you think you're going?" John's voice called to him from across the bunker.

"To smash a few skulls and get some answers," Oliver grumbled, attaching his bow to the back of his suit. "I'm done waiting for A.R.G.U.S.

"They'll be here any minute," John retorted. "You are not going out there by yourself."

"Are you going to stop me?" Oliver asked, squaring up to John with his arms at his hips. "I've never had issues getting past you before when I put my mind to it. Standing here waiting isn't going to save Felicity, especially since I already have her location."

"And you'll be walking straight into Slade's trap, Oliver," John chastised. "You'll get yourself killed if you go in by yourself."

"Better me than her," Oliver growled, pushing past John to make his way to the elevator.

"How do you think Felicity will feel if you go in there and die trying to save her by yourself?" John remarked, turning slowly to watch Oliver stop in his tracks just in front of the elevator doors. "Do you want to break her heart like that? I've seen how she looks at you when you aren't looking. And I've seen how you look at her."

"You don't know what you're talking about," Oliver hissed. He fought the urge he felt to roll his eyes. John was just seeing things and making assumptions. He didn't know a damn thing. Just as he opened his mouth to spout off a smart remark about making assumptions, the elevator doors open revealing Lyla and a few members of her team.

"Oliver," she said calmly, nodding her head. She walked up to the computer desk in the middle of the bunker and looked down at the screens. Taking note of what she saw, Lyla leaned back against the desk and crossed her arms as she waited for John and Oliver to approach. "So, what do we know?"

"Slade Wilson, also known as Deathstroke, has been responsible for some of the explosions and robberies around the city lately," John said, standing beside Lyla and leaning against the desk. "We were able to track him to an abandoned warehouse a few nights ago, but we got there too late."

"Felicity had been tracking his movements with a program on the computer, but that's not why we called you in," Oliver interjected. "Slade broke into her apartment and kidnapped her. I've got her location, so let's get out there."

"We need a plan," Lyla said, looking between Oliver and John. "If we just go in this half-cocked, then no one may make it out alive."

"The only person Slade wants to kill is me," Oliver hissed, storming towards the elevator. "I'm going to rescue Felicity and let Slade think he's got a chance to kill me. My bow reacts faster than he does."

Oliver stepped into the elevator, leaving Lyla and John alone in the bunker staring at one another. They were both at a loss for words. The only thing that could be done was to follow him and be the back up he was going to need, but they weren't entirely sure where he was going.

"Can this system track Oliver?" Lyla asked, turning to look at the computers.

"It can track anyone we tell it to," John replied, placing a hand on Lyla's back. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"Suit up and go after him," she replied. "He shouldn't be out there alone."