AN: Felicity Smoak continues in her awesome badassness. Is that even a word? Anyway, enjoy!

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Felicity, now glaring at Malcolm, continued. "You preyed on Thea's vulnerability, her desire to have someone love her, and used it to brainwash her into thinking you were any sort of decent human being.

You made her kill Sara.

You used her innocence. You used Oliver's complete and unconditional love for his little sister against him and forced him to pay for YOUR screw up."

Felicity's voice was slowly getting louder and more filled with hate and fury and sadness.

"You sent him on a suicide mission to kill the most dangerous man on the planet!" Suddenly, she paused, looking at Malcolm.

"You knew he wouldn't make it, didn't you?" she asked softly. "You know that Ra's would kill him."

Malcolm spoke, "I thought Oliver would be strong enough to take care of hi-"

"Don't you dare lie to me. Not about this," Felicity interrupted. "You had to know Oliver wouldn't have lasted against him. I mean, the man is an incredible fighter, we have seen that time and time again, but objectively speaking, Oliver only has five years of experience with training. I'm sure Ra's has spent his entire life fighting. So you had to know that Ra's would win." Felicity stared at Malcolm.

She figured it out.

"You wanted him out of the way," she said, realization in her voice. "You wanted to be the only one Thea had left so she would have no choice but to turn to you for help."

Malcolm said nothing, just looking at her.

John and Roy had been watching the conversation like a tennis match, heads moving back and forth between Felicity and Malcolm, their weapons forgotten.

Suddenly, Malcolm smiled pleasantly at Felicity. "Well, I think that" gesturing to the bloody sword, "is enough bad news for today. Good evening Mr. Diggle, Roy, Ms. Smoak." He turned to walk out of the Foundry.

"Not so fast, Mr. Merlyn. I'm not quite done yet." said Felicity.