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It has been a week since The Arrow came to see Felicity in her office and she wasn't sure how to get in contact with him to share the information she had found from the laptop. She figured she could go to Oliver Queen himself but he has also been missing in action for the past week and didn't know when he would be back. Not that she would go to the Queen himself as he did not know she knew his secret and obviously did not want her to know, so she continued to pretend she was in the dark like the rest of the city. But the information she found was time sensitive and needed to tell him as soon as she could. She couldn't go to John Diggle, Oliver's right hand man, he was more than likely with him as they seemed to be attached at the hip and Mr. Diggle was The Arrow's partner, Spartan, so he was definitely with The Arrow doing what they do. Arsenal, the one in red, was more than likely to be with them too, not that she kept tabs on all these men but again, this was time sensitive information and she didn't really feel like going to Verdant just to see if Roy Harper was working.
"Honestly these men are horrible at concealing their identity." Felicity told Sherlock one evening looking through the laptop again. It wasn't that she purposely did research to find out who Three Musketeers are, the only reason she knew was because of the fact that they were obvious about it. Oliver Queen comes back from an 'island' and the man in green suddenly shows up, he was even put on house arrest for god's sake and still people believed him when he said he wasn't him. The Arrow saves Roy Harper and then there is a new apprentice that favors the color red. It's pretty obvious; people just don't know how to look.
She wasn't sure why she didn't tell him she knew who he was. Maybe so he wouldn't freak out? She pretended not to know because he didn't want her to know who he was? That was probably it. She wasn't afraid of him that was for sure. She did not think he would harm her if he did find out she knew. She kept his secret no matter how bad he was at keeping it himself.
So here she was a week later in the same spot as the first time The Arrow came sneaking into her office. It was another late night working on the merger when Felicity had just come back from the copier room with stacks of paper, signing a song under her breath.
"Love me, love me, say that you love me."
"Did you find anything on the computer?" said a gruff voice behind Felicity.
"Ahh!" Felicity shrieked, tossing the stacks of paper in the air. "Ugh!" she added throwing her head back in annoyance at seeing the papers scattered around the floor around her.
She bent down and started picking up the papers. "Don't you ever knock?" she asked throwing a dirty look over her shoulder toward the gruff voice.
When she was done picking up the papers, she stacked them haphazardly onto her desk and rounded on The Arrow. "You have got to stop doing that! It's no wonder people always shoot at you! Always sneaking behind them in the dark! Oh look at me I'm all mysterious and green and shoot people with arrows!" She yelled at him while making a marching gesture with her arms.
The Arrow remained still and silent waiting for the small blonde to finish her rant. While the blonde herself had turned back around and went to straighten up all the papers, taking her time. When she was done, he had turned back around to face the silent man. She noticed his bow was resting against the flowery chair again, a few feet away from him while he stood in the dark corner, his hands twitching yet again. She also noticed how he always looked ready to run away at a moment's notice. He probably had to do that a lot.
"It's about time you showed your face." Felicity paused for a second, "Oh hood rather. I recovered what was on the laptop a week ago. I have been carrying around Warren Patel's laptop for a week! Warren Patel! Why do you have his laptop? Never mind, I know why, obviously. And where have you been? Do you really think it would take me a week to uncover information? Have you no faith in my abilities?"
"Warren Patel?" He asked as though she hadn't just scolded him.
Sighing, Felicity grabbed her tablet and brought up the information she had saved to it and turned it in her hand so the Arrow could see.
"Warren Patel, he owns Patel Industries and is currently in process of closing on buying Unidac Industries." Sighing, she dragged her finger across the screen so a new page showed what looked like emails. "Last year he hired a hit man to take care of anyone who was interested in buying Unidac, including Walter Steele, fortunately for Mr. Steel, he dropped out of the bidding before Patel could hire this man to ya know." Felicity dragged a finger across the front of her neck.
The Arrow had stayed stony silent as ever, waiting for Felicity to continue on with what she had found. After a minuet of awkward silence on Felicity's part, she clicked her tongue and faced the tablet back to her to scroll through the e-mails. "So you could take the e-mails as proof and put Patel away for a long time probably. Which would be pretty cool as I met the guy once at some function and he was a total creep."
The Arrow seemed to consider this for a moment before asking, "what about the guy he hired?"
Setting the tablet down carefully on her desk, Felicity turned back around to face The Arrow and clasped her hands together, her voice sounding somber. "Floyd Lawton, otherwise known as Deadshot. He can hit a squirrel through the eye from about, well a really long way away. It's pretty impressive honestly. He'll work for anyone who gives him the highest price for his work."
Seeming to consider this new information that Felicity had told him, he asked, "Do you know who Floyd Lawton's next target is?"
Hesitantly, Felicity picked up a manila folder from her desk and reached her hand out to him. "James Holder. He is a business man here in Starling City and he is also in the running to buy Unidac. He also sells defective smoke detectors to those in The Galdes, which Patel doesn't really care about the smoke detectors and more about the Unidac part but it's still kinds sucky for those in The Glades, many fires and many deaths. That folder has all the information to put Patel away for a really long time along with a CD that also has Patel himself talking about Floyd's work."
The Arrow had taken the folder from Felicity and was looking through it while she talked. "Thank you." With that he grabbed his bow and walked out of the room, folder still in hand.
"A man of many words." Felicity said to herself, walking back to the other side of her desk and sitting down. She went to grab some papers to do some more work when something glimmered in the corner of her eye. Looking over she saw a mini sword, the size of a letter opener, resting horizontally on the stand her previous one was lying on. Felicity smiled to herself and pulled the stack of papers towards her.
The Arrow stood atop a rooftop in the middle of the night. The night was quiet, a light breeze blowing onto his ace under hid hood. He could hear a pair of cats fighting in the distance, music blaring from an approaching car. The same car driving right through the stop sign below him, no doubt the driver thinking there was no one to pay attention to them. In the apartment across the street from him, he could see a couple with their curtains open, bare flesh moving against each other as their bodies moved in a rhythmic way. He turned his back to the window across the street, the rocks on the roof crunching under his boots as he looked at the sky.
One thing he actually missed about the island was the stars. Every night he would look up and see the millions of starts that splattered the darkened sky above him, always able to find the big dipper. It had relaxed him when his life had taken a turn for the worse, wishing he was back home, pretending everything was ok and he would wake up in his bed at the mansion where he would hear his sister Thea complaining about school and his mom scolding her saying he needed an education. Here in Starling City the stars were never seen, light pollution causing the sky to be too bright to see them. He only saw the moon now which was not able to relax him, only reminding him that it was a new month, a new problem.
Turning his head away from the sky, he walked to the edge of the building and jumped onto the fire escape, landing with little noise and continuing down two more flights of stairs until he arrived at the correct window. Testing to see if the window was unlocked, he opened it all the way and quietly snuck into the room.
The room was still and dark. Taking a few steps into the apartment, Oliver looked around and saw the place was clean. The books on the bookshelf in an order that looked like a lot of thought was put into it, a few computer parts scattered around the coffee table along with an empty glass of wine. Oliver walked over to the bookshelf and picked up a book, it looked to be very used and worn as though it has been read hundreds of times.
Oliver heard a noise behind him and dropped the book onto the bookshelf and spun around, his arm reaching behind him for an arrow. He didn't see anything but when he heard the noise again and looked down and saw an orange cat looking up at him, a toy lying in front of him as through ready to play fetch with him, its mouth opened and meows started coming out.
Walking past the cat, he walked into the kitchen and saw there were no dishes in the sink, the coffee maker ready to go in the morning before the owner of it wake up and be able to smell coffee upon awaking. He walked to the bathroom, a purple toothbrush stood up on the counter, different shades of red and pink lipsticks scattered the room. He walked to the end of the hallway to the last door and silently opened it, he saw a figure under a blanket, blond hair peeking out from under, sprayed across the pillow. The figure was breathing deeply and slowly, peaceful and unaware that he was standing in the doorway. A picture frame stood on the nightstand next to the bed, it was her and a man with their arms wrapped around each other and smiling. The man had dark, short hair and a muscular build under what looked like a police uniform and a boyish grin. He wondered who this man was. He was not someone he recognized from the Starling City Police Department and he couldn't see the nametag on him.
Taking his quiver off his back, Oliver sat himself on the floor, his back leaning against the side of the bed, careful not to move it, he tilted his head back and looked towards the ceiling and closed his eyes, a silent sigh coming out between his lips.