"I tried to put things in perspective but sometimes you're just too close to it." ~ Cormac Mccarthy

"Why do you keep drawing the ARGUS symbol?"

"What?"

Roy pointed to the piece of paper. "Isn't that the ARGUS symbol?"

Oliver was quiet.

"I mean, I haven't studied it," Roy continued. He'd noticed that Oliver had been drawing it ever since his return from Central City. He wasn't the one that Oliver talked about these things with. Diggle usually was the one who knew everything that had happened in Central City and what clues, if any, were unearthed. "I could be wrong. It looks sort of looks like that…unless you're designing some weird arrow."

Making arrows was one thing that he knew that Oliver could do, but he'd never felt like it was the right time to ask him to teach him how to do it. Roy had been doing the best that he could as Arsenal, but sometimes he thought that going to Lian Yu for a couple of weeks and being forced to live there as close to Oliver had as possible would be beneficial for furthering his training and knowledge. There would be no such field trips, though, not with Felicity still missing.

Three years.

It seemed like there should be other words when people went missing for longer than like a week. When it got to the point that it was past a year…it just seemed like there needed to be a sadder word. Missing seemed to imply that Felicity could walk through the door at any moment saying that she'd missed her train or gotten lost in the woods. That wasn't the case, though. Felicity had been taken. That was quite clear.

"I think…you're…right," Oliver said slowly as he dropped the pen.

"You didn't realize it?"

He watched as Oliver ran his hands roughly over his face. Roy had seen this before. Oliver hadn't slept since Central City. There came a point when he got like this when Diggle just needed to sedate him, so that he could sleep and then think clearly. Of course, Oliver was always extra grumpy (though, well rested) when he finally DID wake up and realize what had happened.

Oliver let out a long sigh before replying. "It was something I saw. It was a symbol. Right before the vision or whatever you want to call them cut out…"

"Maybe if you slept—"

"NO! You don't understand!" he blew up. Oliver got up from his chair and pushed everything off of the table with one swipe of his hand. Luckily, he wasn't sitting near anything that was expensive. Oliver turned until he was toe to toe with Roy, his fists curled, and anger clearly pumping through him. "She's out there! Something happened! I need to find her!"

Roy had become very good at holding his temper. If he hadn't figured out a way to do this, Oliver would have likely beaten him into a pulp by this time. Three years and Oliver was still randomly exploding at him. The thing was, even though Oliver missed Felicity…so did he (and Diggle). He missed how she always made him laugh, someone to tease, and someone who was just one of the best people that he knew.

"Let's just take a minute to figure this out," Roy said as calmly as he could muster. "I didn't know any of this…maybe I can help…if you just sit back in the chair…"

"How could you help?" Oliver spat out.

Roy bent down and retrieved the piece of paper that Oliver had been drawing what looked to Roy like the ARGUS logo on and held it up. "I helped you figure out this, right?"

Immediately, he watched as Oliver's face softened. It was like the truth had hit him and some common sense all at once. "I'm—I'm sorry…Roy, that was out of line and—"

"Hey, it's okay," Roy told him before Oliver could continue. "But why don't you sit back down and maybe take a breath, close your eyes, and tell me what you remember?" He wasn't sure if it would work, but it seemed like a good idea to him. If nothing else, it was forcing Oliver to calm down.

Oliver complied with his request though and Roy sat across from him. He just waited as Oliver calmly drew in breath before pushing it out, his eyes closed. "A room, filled with artificial light…" Oliver finally started, his voice calm and quiet. I can see a table and chairs, simple…old… A bed that's been made. All of it is simple…plain…" His features suddenly crunched up before the next words fell from his mouth. "Felicity is huddled under the table…her back to me…"

"Are you certain it's her?"

This time, Oliver wasn't angry. He was calm and collected and completely confident. "It's her. I don't know how else to explain it. I KNOW it's her. I can FEEL it."

Roy wasn't going to argue with that.

"She's hiding there… She's screaming and there's crying and—" Oliver's sentence suddenly just cut off. He was quiet for a long while.

"And what?" Roy asked quietly when Oliver didn't speak up again.

"I think people were going to pull her from underneath the table," Oliver said, confused. It was obvious that he was trying to remember details. "I think the ARGUS logo was on their jacket…"

"So, ARGUS is involved?"

But before Oliver could answer, someone else did.

"Oh, ARGUS is definitely involved."

Roy turned his head and he was certain that Oliver was looking towards the stairs where Diggle and Lyla were standing. Diggle had been the one to interrupt their little discovery mission. Lyla was there, so he hoped that that meant that they had solid information. He was fairly sure that Lyla tended to stay away from the Foundry for a variety of reasons, likely because the last time she was there was when Oliver was having one of his meltdowns where he was pretty much trying to destroy the entire place (there was a lot of cleaning up afterwards, Roy really hated cleaning).

"ARGUS has had Felicity this entire time?" Oliver asked slowly and Roy was a little surprised that he hadn't exploded again.

It was likely coming.

"Waller's had her at a secret location," Lyla spoke up as she and Diggle moved down the stairs entirely. "She kept it hidden under the name 'The Queen's Gambit'. I've been trying to find the location she's being held at."

Silence.

"She found it," Diggle spoke up.

"Where is she?!" Oliver asked, more rushed than anything else.

Roy thought that there were a lot more questions to ask, like: Why did Waller take her? Why had they just held her for three years? How is it that they are JUST finding this out? How long has Lyla known? Do they know Felicity's okay? Is it smart to just go rushing there? But then, Roy realized, all those questions really meant nothing next to the fact that they were getting Felicity back.

"Are we suiting up?" Roy asked.

"Yes," Oliver told him.

"And I think we should call Lance after what you told me, in case she's hurt," Diggle added.

"We all should keep good thoughts," Lyla said a bit hesitantly. "Let's hope Waller hasn't already moved her."

TBC…