The black van suddenly stopped moving; Felicity was jerked suddenly forward and whacked her head on the cold, hard interior of the van.
"Ow." Felicity rubbed her head in the hopes of easing the pain that was soon coursing through her but ended coming away with hot, sticky blood on her hand.
There were muffled noises coming from the front of the dark van, she heard someone get out and walk around to the back of the van. The door slowly slid open with a slight creaking noise as if it needed oiling and there stood Helena dressed in black with her hair flowing down her shoulders moving slightly in the light wind. She was wearing her black mask to disguise her identity. Helena was glaring at Felicity with her storm blue-gray eyes,
"Carry her in and tie her to the chair against the wall like we planned" barked Helena whilst maintaining eye contact with Felicity.
A tall, slim built man reached towards Felicity and placed one muscled arm under her knees and the other tight, round her back, he had short spiky brown hair and piercing green eyes that made Felicity feel even more uncomfortable, un-nerved but at the same time intrigued as to who he was and why he was helping Helena.
The man placed her carefully in a cold, metallic chair and tenderly but tightly tied her to the chair using thick rope that rubbed against Felicity' wrists. Felicity was confused; why is he being gentle with me? I would have expected him to just throw me in here and forced the rope to knot.
"Hurry up, we need to set up" shouted Helena from across the dingy room.
The man turned to leave but before he shut the door he looked at Felicity and she thought for a moment that she saw a glimmer of sympathy in his eyes. Wow that was strange especially that man, Pull it together Felicity, think of a way to escape. She could hear Helena barking orders at the man, him rushing around and typing furiously at the keyboard, the click, click, click of fingers on a keyboard; a familiar sound to Felicity that made her miss home which then ended up making her wish Oliver and Diggle would hurry up.
Hours must have passed when the man came back in and this time he entered with a big, white table on wheels; it had a grey laptop on it and a lamp. The man switched the lamp on, the light temporarily blinded her as she hadn't seen this much light in a while, the only light she got in her dingy dark room was from a small barred window and a letterbox slot in the metal door.
"Helena wants' you to start helping her, she will be in soon and you will do what she asks!" said the man in an un-naturally deep husky voice.
It wasn't what Felicity expected to hear, and then he untied the rope around her wrist and swapped them for handcuffs that were both attached tightly to the table and her wrist. He turned on his heel to leave once he had finished. She rubbed her wrist which had become red and sore from the chafing of the rope; the handcuffs rubbed a lot less.
Once Felicity heard the door get locked and bolted with a slight squeal of metal on metal, she tried to push the table but it wouldn't move he must have done something to it she thought with a inward sigh of defeat. Once she realised that wouldn't work she decided to try the laptop and contact Oliver and Diggle. She signed into her e-mail account and started to send Oliver an e-mail hoping he would track it to her location, Felicity was about to send it when she realised something This is too easy; scarily easy.
She was about to cancel the e-mail when she saw the cursor move by herself and the next thing she saw that the account was showing a pop up saying Message sent, in bold writing on the screen. It was as if someone else was controlling the computer, Felicity heard the door creak open and standing there with a smug look on her face, hair flowing over one shoulder and wearing black skinny jeans, red high heels and a red vest was Helena with a silver tray in her hands which had a bowl, a slice of baguette and a bottle of water.