AN: Now for the real whammy.

"I want you to come look at something, Mr. Merlyn." Felicity took a few steps toward him, tilting her tablet so he could see. At first all he could comprehend were series of numbers. Then he realized what those numbers were. Malcolm's head snapped toward Felicity, shock in his eyes.

"How did you get these?" he asked, beginning to become slightly worried. Digg and Roy had sat down, still watching the conversation but ready at a second's notice.

"As deviously intelligent as you think you are, Mr. Merlyn, I just so happen to be a little more intelligent," she said, walking back toward her computers. She turned back toward him. "And I have a great WiFi signal."

Felicity then looked at him soberly. "As I keep proving, people lie. Computers don't. And yours was very forthcoming when I asked the right questions." Felicity again had her tablet at the ready, fingers hovering over the screen.

Malcolm began to walk toward her. "Be very careful-"

"Ah," she pointed at him quickly. "Any more steps closer and my finger might slip," said Felicity, holding the tablet.

John cut in. "Felicity, what's on your tablet?" he said, looking at her questioningly.

She glanced at him and said, "Numbers."

Roy asked, "What kind of numbers? Are we talking phone, coordinates, dates, what?"

Malcolm answered. "Account numbers."

Digg scoffed. "I wouldn't have thought losing your money would scare you. If we knew that, this would have been over a long time ago."

Felicity was already shaking her head. "These don't belong to Malcolm, Dig."

Merlyn finished. "They're Thea's."

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AN: dun Dun DUN!