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Silence.
That is what fills the Foundry, fondly known as the Arrow cave (although Oliver doesn't call it that. Ever). Roy and Digg are frozen in shock, and for what seems to be only the second time ever, Felicity is speechless. All she can think is no.
John breaks first. "How exactly are we supposed to believe that coming from you since you are a compulsive liar and a raging psychopath?"
Malcolm looks at him calmly and reaches for the bag at his side that no one seems to have noticed until now. He pulls out something long and slender, wrapped in cloth. Felicity can see flecks of blood on it. Not being able to look at that anymore, she turns away toward her beloved computers. All she can hear is a buzzing in her ears while Malcolm drones on about traditions and customs of the League so as to explain why there is now a sword with dried blood on it sitting on the med table, the one where Oliver and Felicity had spent countless times playing doctor.
"Oh" she thinks. "My brains thinks of the worst way to think things," as she cringes slightly. Looking blankly at the screens, she suddenly focuses on a security camera in the club. It's Thea's office, and the Queen in question is currently sitting at her desk, listening to music on her computer while doing finances and checking orders and inventory forms for the club.
Suddenly, it all becomes clear.
Felicity calmly reaches for her tablet, which had been set on the desk with her screen when she had turned toward them. While Malcolm was still talking, and her boys were beginning to argue with him, she was setting everything up with just a few swipes of her fingers.
Malcolm paused in his explanation, glancing toward Felicity. "You know you're not going to find him with that," gesturing to her trusty tablet.
Felicity paused, then took a deep breath and looked calmly at the three men who were looking at her in confusion.
"That's not what I'm doing, Mr. Merlyn."
