Last time: When they were done, he released Oliver's chin immediately, dropping the bowl as if it was a hot coal scorching his hand, then swiped it angrily into a corner of the cell. With a last look at the once again inert form of his friend, he stood and barked out a "Release him!", before he turned and fled the cell. He had done this to help Oliver… why did he feel so dirty now?

xoxoxo

"Did you find something?" Diggle asked, setting down the styrofoam-cup of hot java next to the two sets of fingers flying in hyper-speed across the keyboard.

"Not yet," the owner of the fingers answered distractedly, then faltered and eventually stopped altogether, sniffing the air like a hound looking for its prey, before her eyes zeroed in on the cup of coffee. Yes!

"Dig, you're a godsend!" Felicity exclaimed happily, clasping the too hot beverage between her hands. She raised it to her face, closed her eyes and inhaled the aroma wafting up from the cup with a contented sigh, before finally taking her first sip. It made her taste-buds explode in happiness.

Diggle let his hip rest on the computer table's surface and smiled fondly at the woman. „Frankly, I find your relationship with coffee a little disturbing Felicity. Should I leave you two alone?" Diggle joked in an attempt at levity, trying to lighten the gloomy atmosphere that had taken hold of the Foundry since its owner had gone missing. It worked… at least a little.

„Really?" Felicity let her head drop back to the nape of her neck, staring up the man towering above her. "You know… I could say the same about you and your guns. Or the way Oliver treats his arrows. It's almost like he…" The blond IT-genius faltered suddenly. And just like that the atmosphere darkened again.

Felicity shook her head. "I am sorry," she whispered.

Diggle laid a hand upon her shoulder "Don't be. - Where are we with our search?" He asked after some seconds had passed, trying to steer Felicity away from possible morose thoughts. Better to focus on the task at hand.

And it worked. She set down her coffee and turned back to her computers. „It's almost like Oliver didn't want to be found." she explained with a sigh. "In the last two days I scanned every stored camera-footage I could get my hands on with our facial-image-recognition-software. And I mean, everything! Police. Banks. Shops. Airports. Train-stations - nothing! I even hacked into Argus' main-frame, sifting by hand through the satellite-images of various exit points of the city. Again nothing! I even tried to match other data… you know… like they do in those CSI-Shows… his height and weight… clothes." At the end of her description Felicity was nearly yelling in frustration.

Diggle nodded, understanding his friend's frustration, because he was feeling the same way. It had always been Oliver's default 'setting' – doing stuff alone… being a one man-routine – had been ingrained into him by his five years on the island… and probably, Diggle guessed, by working for Amanda Waller. The latter was only an assumption, of course, because he did not have any proof whatsoever, but still a quiet solid one, in John's opinion. Oliver had become better at 'sharing' their tasks lately, learning to trust his team. But in the end, when it came down to their safety, if Oliver perceived some kind of threat – real or imagined – to the ream, he would revert to his default setting. Like it was some kind of security blanket.

"That doesn't surprise me. This is Oliver we are talking about." He said.

Felicity grunted in agreement. She knew only too well, what Diggle meant. "Since we literally have no clue where Oliver went or where he was supposed to meet Nyssa's darling psychopath of a father, I don't know where else to look!"

That's when it hit her! "Oh. My. God!" She exclaimed, her eyes widening comically „I am soooo stupid! Why didn't I think of this before?"

"What?" Diggle had a bewildered expression on his face. He had no clue what Felicity was talking about, could rarely follow the woman's mental leaps and saltos.

"Nyssa!" She exclaimed excitedly.

Still not getting it, he asked: „What about Nyssa?"

„All this time, I have tried to track Oliver's movements. Without success. Because he didn't want to be found and made sure to either stay clear of all the cameras or… I don't know. But he knew how I operate and so he knew to avoid any places or means I could electronically track him."

"So?" Diggle's left eyebrow ticked in frustration. He was about to shake Felicity by the shoulders to get a clear answer.

"What if Nyssa didn't?" There was a gleam of hope in Felicity's eyes as she said those words.

"What if Nyssa didn't what?" A new voice asked. Roy.

Felicity hadn't even heard the young man enter the Foundry, such was her distraction. She turned to look at Roy, who still wore his Arsenal suit and carried his bow, scanning him for injuries, while he mounted his bow on its holder inside the glass stand. She always did that with the boys. It had become a habit…

When she didn't immediately answer, Roy asked again. "You said something about Nyssa. What about her?"

So Felicity explained again. "I still haven't found any trace of Oliver or where he went. I think he didn't want to be found, because he knew I would … we would try to find him, and because of that he avoided every place he knew I could remotely hack. But what if Nyssa didn't?"

Diggle and Roy looked at each other, finally grasping what Felicity had been rambling about. There was a very high chance that Nyssa had attended the duel between Oliver and her father. So she would have had to get there somehow. And maybe, just maybe she hadn't been as thorough and systematic in hiding her trails as Oliver had. After all, she had no reason to do so; she did not want to protect the team. And she didn't know just how good Felicity was with a computer.

The three remaining team-members looked hopefully at each other. This might be a real chance to find… Oliver. They had to try!

„Do it!" Roy and Diggle both said in unison, but Felicity was already a step ahead oft hem.

"On it!", she exlaimed.