AN: This is where it gets good and Felicity is a total badass. Enjoy!

0o0o0

Felicity looked calmly at the three men standing in the Foundry, who were looking back at her with curiosity.

Roy asked, "Then… What are you doing?"

Instead of answering him, felicity turned to Malcolm. After a few swipes, she said, "I want you to listen to something for me, Mr. Merlyn." Then she pressed play.

The crackle of static was all that could be heard for the first few seconds. Then…

"Tommy!"

"That's Oliver…" said Roy.

Now everyone was listening intently.

Comprehension dawned on Digg's face first as he realized what was playing, having been there and beard it himself. That same comprehension, followed by horror and sorrow, dawned on Malcolm's face as he realized what was playing.

Roy was still confused. He whispered, "What are we listening to?" to Diggle.

Felicity answered before he could. "This is a recording of Oliver and Tommy, during the quake. We were all still on the commas when it happened."

They all listened as Tommy died yet again. The Foundry was completely silent except for the recording, and because of it, they could all hear the very faint screams of Laurel calling for Tommy from outside CNRI. Then the recording cut off.

Malcolm simply stared at her.

"Did you hear all that, Mr. Merlyn?" she said softly. "Did you hear your son, who knew of the damage you had done, still plead for your life? Did you hear him think of you in his last moments?" Felicity looked down at her tablet.

You know, after the quake happened, Oliver tried to honor Tommy's memory, by vowing not to kill anymore." She chuckled once, sadly. "There was obviously a hiccup or two along the way, but he was trying."

She looked back up at Malcolm. "And what do you do? You take the only family he has left and turn her into a murderer." John and Roy were beginning to become seriously worried. Felicity wasn't yelling wasn't babbling, wasn't using her loud voice, didn't even seem angry. She just stood there, calmly, talking to Malcolm as if they were speaking of the weather.

Felicity continued. "You took the one thing that Oliver still had, which was also coincidentally a piece of Tommy, since she is his sister, and turned her into a monster."

Malcolm tried to interrupt, "I turned her into something stronger. I turned her into something that wouldn't get-"

"I. Wasn't. Finished."

Malcolm paused at the arctic tone. As good at the game as he his, he is beginning to think he might have underestimated his new opponent.