So Chapter 11 for you, hope you like it.

Niagaraweasel thanks so much again, you are the best.

Felicity and Sara sat in front of the computers, watching the blinking dots on the monitors. The green ones were Oliver and Diggle, the red one was Tockman.

"Damn, it's a trap," Felicity realized with a shock as two more red dots appeared. "That's not Tockman in the building, it's a bomb."

Alarmed, Sara looked at her and speed-dialled Oliver. It took only seconds for Oliver to answer, but to Sara it felt more like minutes. "Oliver, that's not Tockman, it's a bomb." Before she could say anything else, the line went dead.

Felicity looked at Sara and her friend nodded reassuringly. "He heard me before the line went dead."

The IT-girl started typing with her left hand, cursing because she would be so much faster if she were able to use both hands.

"Bingo!" She congratulated herself. Tockman had felt secure, but she had found him. He had thought that no one could stop him, but she had managed it with a code she had written herself.

"What's up?" Sara asked. She had put on her Canary costume.

"I found Tockman. He's at QC, trying to get the whole system to blow up."

"Okay, I'm on my way."

Felicity got up. "I'm coming with you."

"No way, Felicity. Oliver would kill me if something were to happen to you."

"Sara, I can stop Tockman, but I need to access the mainframe directly," the IT girl insisted.

"Can you hold on with just one hand?"

Felicity nodded.

"Okay, then let's go."

They left Verdant hand climbed on Sara's motorbike. Felicity held on tight to her friend. Sara was not only an excellent fighter, but a great driver, too. She guided the Streetfighter bike expertly through the traffic, ignoring every speed limit. Felicity enjoyed the rush, the adrenaline kick blocking out the pain in her hand.

When the bike stopped, both women got off and removed their helmets.

"Just so we're clear, you will do exactly as I say. Oliver is going to be furious enough with me from bringing you here. He'd kill me f something happened to you."

Felicity nodded and the masked blonde smiled at her. "Let's go catch Tockman."

Sara headed for the main entrance, but Felicity grabbed her arm. "Not that way," the IT girl said. "There's a back entrance that's not connected to the alarm system."

"Clever idea," the assassin said.

"Thanks, that's what I told Oliver when I designed it that way." Felicity opened the back door with an 8-digit code and they stood directly inside the break room for the security and cleaning personnel.

"There are ten cameras between here and the server room that can be deactivated." Felicity powered up her tablet and tried to enter the code with one hand. "Damn it… Sara, can you do that?"

Sara took the tablet and followed Felicity's instructions. In less than two minutes they had deactivated the cameras. Together they went out into the corridor and headed for the main server. Sara had a bad feeling about the whole situation. It was just too easy. Felicity was brilliant, but so far Tockman had always been one step ahead of them. She stopped for a minute, earning a questioning look from Felicity.

"What's wrong?"

Sara pulled her phone out of a small pouch attached to the belt of her black leather outfit. "I'm trying to send a message to Oliver and Diggle. Something is fishy, everything goes much too easily."

"I hope you get the message through to them," the IT girl said.

When they had reached the main server room, Sara cautiously opened the door. The room seemed to be empty and she motioned for Felicity to enter. Both women turned around in alarm, when the door closed behind them automatically. William Tockman stood in front of them with a pistol in his hand and Sara immediately moved in front of Felicity.

Tockman started to laugh. "Did you really think you were smarter than me?"

Felicity was furious. She hated him more now than back when he had left her and her mother. Now that he was standing in front of her, she regarded him closely, relieved to find no physical resemblance between them.

"I hate you", she said in a low voice.

Tockman stared at her. "Say that again."

Sara wanted to hold her back, but Felicity stepped forward. "I hate you. I hated you when you left us, I hate you for what you do to people and I hate you from the bottom of my heart for what you did to me and my mother."

Tockman started to laugh again, but stopped almost immediately. He took a step closer to Felicity and pressed the gun against her head. Sara stood still as a statue. He was so close, but one wrong move and he wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in his daughter's brain.

"Go on, do it," Felicity said, a hard edge to her voice. "I know you have absolutely no scruples, not even when it comes to your own daughter."

"For all that we haven't seen each other for nineteen years, you know your old dad pretty well," Tockman answered. He looked into his daughter's eyes and Felicity stared right back.

Sara used the distraction to kick the gun out of Tockman's hand. Suddenly, things were happening very pulled a knife and rammed it into Sara's shoulder. Felicity scrambled to reach the gun, but Tockman was there at the same instant. Father and daughter wrestled for it and the IT girl cried out in pain when Tockman squeezed her burnt hand. Felicity called on every ounce of strength she could muster….and suddenly a shot rang out.

Pressing a hand to her injured shoulder, Sara cried out for her friend. The door of the server room flew open and Oliver and Diggle stormed in. Felicity looked at them and stumbled backwards, her blouse covered in blood.

"Felicity…." Oliver whispered.

At that moment Tockman collapsed and Felicity dropped the gun.

Diggle knelt beside Sara, checking her wound. It was deep, but at first glance the knife seemed to have missed any major tendons or arteries.

Felicity's legs buckled and Oliver was at her side immediately, supporting her. She was clearly in shock, her body starting to tremble violently.

"Hey, it's okay, it's over," Oliver said softly, holding her tightly against him.

"I shot him," Felicity sobbed. "I killed my father."

"Sssshhh…. you just defended yourself."

Diggle got up and went over to Tockman to check his pulse. "He's still alive. His pulse is weak, but he's not dead yet." The bodyguard pulled out his phone and called 911. As soon as he had given them all necessary information, he looked at Sara and Oliver. "I'll take Sara back to Verdant. Oliver, you should go change in your office before the police arrive."

Oliver nodded, very reluctant to leave his girlfriend.