"Can't I get a comfier chair?" she asked and the fist that slammed down on the desk in front of her made her flinch. So far she had been unharmed. She was not even restrained in the hard, wooden chair, but there was no where she could run to. Her wound prevented any form of escape, and the large man that had brought her here was guarding the only door. He had not even blindfolded her as he had told her to get in the back of a big black limousine so she knew where they were. It was a large office block, mostly abandoned next to the docks. One side of the building was flush against the water front, but it was mainly abandoned all around. There would be no point in screaming for help.

"When you answer my questions truthfully." His voice was trying to exude calmness, but Felicity could hear anger behind it. "Do you know who I am?"

"Mister, I can't even see you." His face was masked in shadow and then he leant forward. Her jaw tensed for a moment and then she forced it to relax. "Nope. Sorry, should I?" It was Jorge Cellino, the pimp-drug-dealer whose office she had nearly bled to death in.

"So you have never been in my home?"

"I'm not that kinda girl."

He nodded at the large guy, presumably the body guard who moved closer to Felicity and relatively softly hit her in the stomach. She winced with the pain. "Gunshot wound?"

"I got mugged," she coughed out. "Corner of Fifth and Elm. You can check the police and medical records. I lost a really nice bag." Although the replacement Oliver had bought her was far nicer. She just needed some shoes to match.

"You were the only gunshot wound recorded in all of Starling that night."

"And?"

"Someone got shot in my home, after breaking in, and I want to find them."

"Like I said, mugging."

"The crime report says that there was no blood found at the scene, or not enough anyway."

She shrugged her shoulders. "I wasn't too conscious, really. Sorry, I can't help you more."

"My employee got shot with an arrow. Do you know about The Vigilante?"

"I've seen the TV reports, who hasn't?"

"And you weren't in my home with him, you didn't get shot and bleed out all over my office." She shook her head again. "So the person who was, didn't go to hospital?"

"Maybe they died."

"Maybe you're going to die." She gulped in fear. "If I don't get the truth and what was taken from me."

"I told you I have nothing to do with it."

"We'll see." And he picked up his cell phone to make a call.

ARROW-HOOD-QUEEN

Oliver continued pacing up and down in front of the computers that Diggle was trying to work with when his cell rang. They could not get hold of Sara, Roy was already at the Ball with Thea and Oliver did not want to worry the younger man yet especially not as it would cause too many questions from Thea. He and Diggle had gone straight from Felicity's apartment block to their lair underneath Verdant and Diggle immediately started monitoring and searching CCTV recordings, hoping to find a trace of Felicity.

The caller ID said Lance. "Officer Lance," Oliver said in his Vigilante voice.

"Hood, we've had a phone call for you."

"Ms Smoak?"

"You know she's been taken?"

"I have been informed, yes."

"No one reported it," Lance pointed out.

"Is this the time, Officer?"

"The caller said he had her, and he wanted The Vigilante. He wants answers about an intruder in his home a month and a half ago. The night Felicity got mugged."

"Where is she?"

"Did she get mugged?"

"Where did they say she is?"

"You arrogant, sonofabitch. You took her on a mission and got her shot, didn't you."

"Officer Lance, there will be time later for this. Where is she?"

"A warehouse by the docks. He said you need to come alone and that he wants his property back." A beat passed. "If she gets hurt, it's on you." Oliver hung up the call and read a text message sent by Lance.

"Diggle, she's here." He showed his friend his phone. "They said I need to go alone, but I figure they meant no police."

"Good, because I'm not sitting this one out."