Roy sagged on the couch. Dawn was finally breaking across the sky, and all he wanted was to go to sleep. But he couldn't.

He glanced at the bed, where Felicity was asleep. Oliver, Sara and Dig had gone back to the lair to take what they could. It had taken an hour for Felicity to convince Oliver to go, and five minutes of Oliver silently threatening to kill Roy if Slade got close to Felicity again. Hence why he was still in Oliver's room.

Felicity had fallen asleep shortly before the other left, after Sara had raided Oliver's emergency stash of medications. Sara dragging Felicity from her room to the elevator, downstairs, then the hobble through the garage had done a number on her. Luckily, Dig had been at the Mansion to carry Felicity up the stairs, all before Moira woke up.

PING

Felicity's upper body shifted, mumbling in her sleep. Roy smiled.

PING

She groaned, and Roy quickly got up and went to her tablet next to the bed.

PING

"What's it?" she mumbled. Roy gently picked up her tablet, and saw the red bar. And the shots of the Mansion on her tablet. He took a deep breath.

PING

"Roy?" He looked over at her, and almost grimaced at the tiredness he still saw in her eyes.

"I'm sorry Felicity. I didn't know you put cameras in the Mansion, but it keeps pinging and I can't figure out why."

Her brow furrowed. "I didn't put cameras in the Mansion."

He turned the tablet to her, showing Moira sitting in the living room. "Then where are you getting the feeds from?"

Oliver packed the last arrow in the duffle. Dig locked the cases, and Sara moved the hard drives for Felicity to their foam cases.

"Glad we always prepared for an emergency." Dig looked around. "Not sure where we're going to go though."

Oliver shrugged. "I'm not sure either."

Sara's phone rang, and she sighed, moving away to pick it up. "Hi Laurel."

Oliver picked up his bag. The bow, his suit and most of the other items were at his house, but now, he wasn't sure what was going to happen. Only that Slade attacked the hospital, the bank, and the theater last night. All full of people, and several were injured in their panic.

Laurel was dealing with the aftermath in the DA's office. Albeit on better footing since she'd threatened the DA and gotten her dad out of jail the day before. He moved up the stairs, and started to climb. There was nothing left in the lair anymore. It was time to move on.

"What do we do now Oliver?"

He looked back at John. "We regroup, and help Felicity. Patrol regularly, let Walter help, and maybe we'll get through this with no casualties"

Both men nodded, and as the three stepped out of the lair, sealed the door behind them.

Felicity typed ferociously on the tablet. Roy just stood there watching, always amazed at how fast she could type. Suddenly her let out a whoop, and fist pumped.

"Got it!" she typed some more, and then with one final tap the screen went to static. "And whoever it is, can't spy anymore." She looked up at him and they smiled.

Slade snarled, and sent his fist through the computer. It was bad enough that they'd destroyed Applied Sciences, they'd gotten Roy back. He never reached the key, Ms. Smoak was on the mend, and just cut off his cameras.

"Slade?"

He looked up and saw Isabel standing there. "Yes?"

"The samples were destroyed. We don't have any more mirakuru." she stated, staring at him.
Slade felt anger fill him. Queen could not best him. He could not win this battle. He swore to Shado that he would avenge her. To do that, Oliver had to feel despair and then die.

"There is no other choice then Miss Rochev." he looked up at her. "Bring Blood here, use those dirty cops of his. I need accomplices, and faked evidence, Then, I want you to hold a press conference tomorrow announcing that the reason for the Applied Sciences attacks is from a disgruntled employee."

Isabel raised an eyebrow. "Alright. Who is that? Oliver Queen?"

Slade smiled. "Oh no, Ms. Rochev." He tapped his busted computer screen. "Felicity Smoak."

Oliver sat on his bed, watching as the doctor examined Felicity. The doctor nodded and smiled, and went over the charts from Starling General. Lyla had reached out and brought in a private ARGUS doctor to care for Felicity. Since the hospital had proven unsafe, Lyla had assured Felicity the best care, while helping in tracking Slade since he'd now shown up on the ARGUS radar.

"Well Ms. Smoak, for what you've been through you're healing quite well." He smiled, and patted her hand. "Never hesitate to call me for any reason. I think you'll be ready for physical therapy in a few weeks."

"Can I do anything to start now?" she asked, smiling sweetly up at the doc. Oliver chuckled. Felicity was plotting her way out of bed rest, and was pulling all the strings she could to do it.

The doctor blinked. "Umm. Yes. The excersizes your friends did will help. And some light stretching. Nothing too strenuous on your body will help you in the early stages."

Oliver stood, and shook hand with the doctor, thanking him as they walked to the door. Closing it softly behind him, he turned and saw Felicity lying there, tapping on her tablet. He smiled, shaking his head, moving towards her.

"Some yoga may help me. Not that I didn't do it before, but it's nice to know that will come in handy. Hey! Oliver!"

He pulled the tablet out of her hands, and set it on the night stand. Looking back at her, he propped himself up on his right side on the bed. She narrowed her eyes, and crossed her arms at him.

"What are you doing?"

He shrugged. "Staring at a remarkable woman."

Felicity snorted. "Got any wine to go with that cheese?"

His smile grew. "I mean it Felicity. You're remarkable." Her face flushed, and she looked down at her bright blue nails. "Thank you for remarking on it."

Oliver sat up and leaned close to her face when the door flew open. He groaned, and glared at Sara, who ran to the TV. Felicity laughed, and looked at Sara.

"What's wrong?"

Sara turned on the TV, and Isabel's face filled the screen. They sat up and looked, watching as the DA, Laurel, and the chief of police stood behind her.

"The unprecedented attacks on QC, thankfully never harmed anyone." Isabel stated. "Through new evidence from the scenes, analysis, and testimony from the perpetrators has led us to the mastermind of these acts."

Felicity grabbed Oliver's hand, and squeezed it. Sara shook her head in front of the TV, muttering about there being no evidence, no one turned, no one saw. Isabel's blank face filled the screen.

"Felicity Smoak is wanted for arson, and destruction of property. Theft and even," Isabel took a breath. "Attempted murder."

Oliver's hand squeezed Felicity's as Oliver and Sara cursed in Mandarin.