Isabel Rochev was exactly what she seemed. Cold and calculating, her motives were purely selfish, she wanted Queen Consolidated and she will get Queen Consolidated by any means necessary.

She had no qualms about working with others as long as they served her purpose and they stayed out of her way. Mr Wilson wanted Oliver Queen and she wanted his company.

After over a year of trying every which way, she was ready to try another way, Oliver didn't deserve his father's company, she did.

Wilson guaranteed her a way; he gave a box with a pair of black gloves. The gloves had a beautiful gold fibre weaved on the palms and finger tips. She tried a glove on and asked dryly "Is this some kind of joke? Am I to pet him to death?" she wasn't amused.

Wilson let out a small chuckle "I have heard so many horrible things about you and yet all I see is a girl with humorously dry wit."

Isabel glared at him and pulled the glove off. "I don't need winter mittens Mr Wilson and I don't have time for games" her lips thinned out and her eyebrow rose.

He grinned "I have it on good authority that those gloves are the key to Oliver Queen's secrets. It is clear that Oliver Queen is still a mystery to you although after Russia you might feel you know him better than others. He is not what you thought he was. Perhaps a little clarity will give you the information you need to outsmart the college slacker? " Wilson teased her, he found her airs amusing.

The gloves themselves were nothing special but it turns out that the golden fibres were as close as anyone had come to replicate an Amazonian truth extractor, a golden lasso. A scientist known as Amazo was able to replicate aspects of the lasso for his own twisted purposes. Unfortunately once a scientific advance is out there; it's usually available to the highest bidder.

There were even tales that Wayne Industries was trying to reverse engineer it. These were all things that were of interest to Wilson. He was a believer, others like Isabel might scoff and find these advances hard to believe but he was well aware that there are scientists out there able to do some 'Amazo' things.

He had her attention.

"Okay I am listening."

"You won't get two shots at this so I am going to have to insist you listen carefully"

Wilson was very specific with the use of the gloves. It would cost her nothing if she followed his instructions and by doing so he promised she would find exactly what she needed to bring his company to its knees.

"Questions have to be very specific; we want to know two things…"

After a brief demonstration of the gloves Isabel was feeling downright smug.

The end of the week was almost upon her and she was itching to strike.

The mission was clear. Find his weakness and exploit it, no physical harm was to come to Oliver as Wilson was to have that honour. There was history there that she was not aware of and frankly she didn't care, she didn't particular hate Oliver he was just in her way.

A couple of hours after Isabel's conversation with Oliver and his bodyguard - The bodyguard was not part of the plan but Wilson was pleased for the twist as it would work in his favour – Felicity was taken.

She couldn't remember how exactly but she found herself shackled to the centre of a white table. The table was in a white room and other than an empty chair there was nothing sharing the cold clinical space with her.

A man wearing a black suit and an ear piece walked in when she woke up. He placed a glass of water in front of her hands. She eyed it suspiciously and pushed it away.

"Where am I?"

"We will be asking the questions Ms Smoak." His stone face managed to blink assuring her he was human.

"Ms Smoak this is not the first time you have been questioned regarding The Arrow but this will be the first time you will give him up."

"I don't know what you mean?" she said gulping back the panic building in her throat.

After several similar questions the agent slammed the table and assured her this was her last opportunity.

"Why does everyone think I have something to do with this vigilante? Did my cape give me away? I would want a cape, although knowing my luck I would get sucked under an escalator or something." she laughed nervously and then pressed her lips together regretting her unchecked sarcasm.

The agent placed a tablet on the table and prepared to show her a video. "Can't wait to hear your next joke after you see this." he said arrogantly.

The video showed Oliver and Isabel having a conversation in her office. They talked business for a few moments, Oliver was clearly wearing his fake smile and Isabel seemed not to notice or care, she just kept talking.

Digg was standing behind Oliver.

Isabel walks out from behind her desk and then proceeds to sit on her desk right in front of Oliver. She slowly crosses her bony legs but Oliver keeps his eyes on her face.

Felicity rolled her eyes, obviously Isabel was trying on her flirty flirt with Oliver. "I don't think I need to see my bosses flirting …Agent?...it's gross like watching your mom and dad only he is not my dad and she is cold and dead inside so obviously nobody's mother."

The man in the black suit ignored her and nodded towards the screen asking her to keep watching.

It was then that her whole world fell apart.

Isabel slides her hand up Oliver's arm looking him seductively in the eye. She asks him a question that is completely off topic.

"If your only care in the world was to bring down Queen Consolidated, what would you do?"

Oliver frowned and she could see his jaw ticked as he thought about it. He seemed to shake his head a little and then answered her honestly. "Get rid of Felicity Smoak, she is the brains behind ….well me."

"Felicity?"

"How many people do you know who can hack into any computer any time anywhere? She is a genius. I know what you're up to before you think of it. High level prison systems to her are a yawn."

Digg stepped forward "Oliver?" he seemed to try and stop the conversation.

Isabel stood up and slid her hand to Oliver's back and then lifted her other hand to Diggs bicep.

"Mr Diggle…do you agree?" Digg tried to step back and she gripped him a little harder.

"Mr Diggle? Is Oliver being truthful? Do I need to get rid of Felicity Smoak?"

"Without Felicity, this company would have been yours months ago. She helps Oliver with everything." He said frowning.

Felicity stopped breathing and covered her mouth with her hand. "That's enough" she whispered to the Agent.

"Not quite" he said signally for her to be quiet.

The tape continued.

"One last question boys, this one is for a friend of mine he seems to think you can tell me The Arrows weakest link?"

"He doesn't have one." Oliver smiled.

"Everyone has a weakness" she pressed.

"Felicity Smoak" Oliver narrowed his eyes swallowing hard.

"He always has to protect Felicity" said Diggle.

The video ends with Oliver's phone ringing and Isabel's assistant entering the room interrupting their meeting. "Felicity can you meet us at the club once the conference is finished?"

The screen turns black and Felicity blinked back tears.

"Ms Smoak, you understand that hacking into federal agencies is an act of terrorism?"

Felicity shook her head and cried. "No, there has been a mistake, the tape is not real."

"It's real Ms Smoak, we triple checked. If I were you I would start co-operating, no one is coming for you, and as a terror suspect your rights are not our highest priority."

"Oliver will be here soon with a lawyer."

The man in black laughed. "He just gave you up sweetheart"

Felicity was moved to a higher security facility for a more intensive interrogation.