Felicity, John, Oliver and I were in the hideout during the early morning.

I was mostly healed from the crossbow arrow to the stomach by Helena, but still taking it a little easy, training by holding myself up above the floor, in the ceiling bars, in a sports bar and leggings and tennis shoes, hair pulled back into a ponytail.

Felicity was sitting at the computers, watching the news on the screens.

John and Oliver stood behind her, watching.

A man was reporting. "Lawyers for John Nickles spoke to the press today. They say they're pleased the D.A declined to indict their client on charges stemming from the recent fire in one of Nickel's buildings."

Oliver looked up at me. "John Nickel is one of the wealthiest real estate developers in Starling City. He's also one of the dirtiest. That building that burnt down last night? Wiring was not up to code."

"Maybe he didn't know that," Felicity told us. 

"I guess he also didn't know about the seven people who have frozen to death in his other buildings over the past three years," Oliver told us sarcastically. 

I started to hang by one arm.

"Yeah, he's a real man of the people," John told us sarcastically.

I jumped down to the floor. "Not for long. The D.A. ignores this, and the police can't do anything because all these slums are in the Glades." I picked up Oliver's father's journal. "So tonight, Felicity, we cross Mr. Nickel's name off the list." I showed her the list. "You okay with that?"

We listened to the news. "The scene outside of the courtroom where Nickel was released this afternoon was not surprisingly tense."

"100 percent," Felicity answered. She looked at me. "One condition. You do not go back into the field yet until..." She pointed at the stitches that had closed my wound on my stomach. "Until this is nothing but a fading line. You don't wanna get your stitches unstitched, hemorrhage and die." She looked from Oliver to John. "You okay with that?"

"No," I answered the same time Oliver answered, "Yes."

"100 percent," John answered.

Felicity looked at me smugly, smiling.

I looked at Oliver, tilting my head.

Oliver smirked, shrugging. "Something that we all can agree on."

Oliver backed away.

"Uh, not all," I told him.

"Patient's vote doesn't count," Oliver told me, turning around, walking away to go get suited up.

I scoffed softly. "'Patient'?"

John smirked, shaking his head in amusement.

⚔

Oliver had come back, still suited up, but with his hood down, telling us that Nickel's apartment had been trashed and he hadn't been there.

"So, he was just gone?" Felicity asked.

"No," Oliver answered. "Not gone. Taken."

"Looks like Nickel was on somebody else's list, too," John told us.

"After the fire last night, it's not entirely surprising," I told them. "Felicity, I need you to get everything you can on Nickel. Focus on his tenants, and anyone who might have filed a formal complaint against him, or... people that lost something in the fire."

"Well, it's going to be some list," Felicity told us, walking toward the computers. "I mean, slum lords are generally known for their popularity. Plus..."

Felicity looked at Oliver. 

"What?" Oliver asked.

"Nothing," Felicity told him. "It's just... you went over there to be all, 'Grr, stop being bad or I'll arrow you'... and now you want to rescue him."

"I don't like the idea that somebody dangerous is out there," Oliver told us. Felicity sat at the computer, giving both Oliver and me a look. Oliver sighed. "Somebody else."

"Yeah, because typically, they don't show our level of restraint," I told them, gesturing to my stitches. "Exhibit A."

Felicity knew that I had a point, looking away, turning to the computer.

I walked toward the table.

"So, where are you going?" John asked.

I sighed. "I'm finding somebody else who needs a talking to."

I picked up Robert's journal, flipping through the pages. 

"You really think that you're gonna go out there tonight?" Oliver asked. "Why don't you go home and get some rest that you've been avoiding on doing all week?"

"I'm not tired," I told him.

Oliver walked closer. "Then why don't you and I go get something to eat?"

I shook my head, flipping through the pages. "Not hungry."

Oliver took the book from me. 

I looked up boredly.

"I wasn't asking," Oliver told me, closing the book, placing it down on the table.

I sighed, looking down.

⚔

Flashback

It was night on the island.

The full moon was high in the sky, mostly obscured by thick, dark clouds that loomed over the island.

Jill, Oliver and Slade were in hiding, watching the camp from afar.

Jill was still radioing in to Edward. "Simple exchange. You get us a way off the island, and we'll give you the circuit board so that your missile launcher isn't just furniture."

Edward was inside his tent, pacing. "You've grown up quite a bit, Miss Wright. I'll give you that." He paused to consider for a moment. "I can get you a boat." Jill looked at Slade and Oliver. Slade nodded. "But I need time."

"I understand that it will take a few hours to get a boat to the island, Ed," Jill told him. "You need to move with some dispatch. Just get us the damn boat."

Slade nodded in approval.

Oliver smirked slightly, unable to wait to get home.

⚔

Now

Oliver and I were sitting at the diner where we had gotten burgers an milkshakes before, eating the same meal now.

"Hungrier than I thought," I told him. Oliver chuckled. "Are you waiting for me to finish before giving me the lecture?"

Oliver smirked. "Jill, you've been spending a lot of time training and fighting this last week, itching to get back out there, after Helena shot you with a crossbow."

"Stops things from being boring," I told him, tilting my head barely, taking a drink of my milkshake.

"Yeah, but you're still healing, and I can tell that just working out hurts you right now," Oliver told me. "How do you expect to go into the field so soon?"

"Training does not hurt me," I told him. 

Oliver reached under the table to apply only a small amount of pressure to my stomach over my stitches.

I squirmed uncomfortably a bit at the pain, sliding my chair a little over away.

Oliver took his hand away, nodding knowingly, taking a deep breath, feigning curiosity. "You wanna try that again?"

I looked down, shaking my head. "No. Nope, I'm good." Oliver chuckled barely. I looked at him. "Shut up." We heard text messages and alerts dinging and beeping all over the diner. I looked around in confusion. "What the hell is going on?" My phone rang. I answered. "Yeah?"

Felicity was on the other line. "Found Nickel. Click on the link I sent you. This came up on every screen with an I.P. address originating from the Glades."

I played a video on my phone, showing it to Oliver.

Nickel was the screen.

A man's voice was heard. "If you made the Glades your home, you know who this man is. John Nickel. He owns your tenements. Manages your slums. Provides the leaking roofs over your head. The mold in your pipes and asbestos in your walls. Basically, he makes money off our suffering. But the police aren't interested in helping us. They may have let us down, but I won't. John, I want to give you the chance to state your case. Why shouldn't you be punished?"

Nickel sighed heavily. "I knew there was bad stuff in my buildings."

I put my phone to my ear. "Track him, Felicity."

"I'm looking," Felicity told us.

"Okay, yes, I made a little profit," Nickel told us. "At least they had a place to live. Without me, people like that would end up on the street."

"'People like that'?" the man repeated, putting tape over his mouth. "That's all we are to guys like this." Nickel screamed a muffled scream through the tape. "Don't. I find you..." The man, still unseen, drew a gun, aiming at Nickel. "Guilty." There were two gunshots. Everyone in the diner was in shock and disturbed about what we had just seen."There are plenty more people who need to answer for their crimes against us. So... who's next?"

Oliver and I looked at each other unsteadily.

⚔

It was the next morning.

Oliver and I walked into the hideout underneath the club, toward where Felicity and John were at the computers.

"Anything new?" Oliver asked.

"This guy's definitely got more than a subscription to 'Wired'," Felicity told us. "His website's protected by some very serious encryption."

"Well, use that air magnet thing," I told her. "You said that it could trace--"

"Jill, no offense," Felicity told me. "Do I tell you how to sharpen your knives and swords or tell you how to heal?"

"That last part, yes," I answered.

Felicity looked away. "Point taken."

"Spoke to my friend at the NSA," John told us. "The website code matches a cyber crusader who's been on their radar. He hacks into fringe sites under the username 'the savior'. NSA believes he's a former resident of the Glades."

"Former?" Oliver repeated.

"Yeah, well, a year ago, he hacked himself right off the radar," John explained. "He erased all traces of his existence."

"So, what happened a year ago?" Felicity asked.

Another video appeared on the screen, of the man terrorizing another man. "We're back. I have with me assistant district attorney Gavin Carnahan. Now, DAs are supposed to go after bad guys. But this one can't even be bothered to bring them to trial. Like the ones who killed my wife in Bodega."

"Felicity..." Oliver trailed off.

"I'm on it," Felicity told us, already starting to type away.

We continued to watch the video.

"They said there wasn't enough evidence. You think the evidence would have turned up if she'd been killed in one of Starling City's nicer neighborhoods?"

Felicity brought up the information. "Emma Falk. Grieving husband is Joseph Falk."

"What do we have on him?" I asked.

"Not much," Felicity answered. "42, former city worker. Department of transportation, computer technician, left his job when she was killed. One year ago today."

"No current phone, no current address," John told us.

We continued to watch the video.

"Gavin, you're a lawyer. You're used to making a case. So go ahead. I'm going to give you ten minutes to deliver, the closing argument of your life."

Oliver looked at Felicity. "Come on."

"I'm trying to get a look on his wireless signal," Felicity told us. 

I watched the video.

"Ten minutes to convince me not to blow you away."

Joseph put the camera down in front of a watch so the audience could see the ticking clock.

⚔

Felicity was still searching on the computer, finally getting somewhere. "I got him."

"Shut it down," I told her.

"Can't," Felicity told us. "He has a firewall protecting his wireless signal. But he's working off an IPX located at 23rd and Mira."

Oliver ran toward the stairs.

"You want to hood up?" John asked.

"The middle of the day," Oliver told us, running upstairs.

I took a step after him.

John put a hand in front of me to stop me. "Ah. Stay."

I groaned in frustration, turning to the computers to watch the video.

The time ran out.

Joseph picked up the camera to aim at Gavin.

"I have 53 cases on my desk right now," Gavin told us. "I don't always have time to take on every case."

"You should have made time," Joseph told him.

"I know," Gavin told us.

I put in my ear comm to talk to Oliver while he was on the road.

"How's Carnahan?" Oliver asked.

"Not making a very persuasive argument," I answered.

"I'm almost there," Oliver told us. 

I heard glass breaking, knowing that meant he was inside the building. "See anything?"

"I'm only on the first floor," Oliver told me.

I glanced at the building's blueprints on the computer. "Just six more to go."

I looked at the video.

"There aren't resources," Gavin told us. "I tried." Joseph put his gun to his chest. "Oh, my God. I'm sorry!"

"Oliver, hurry," I told him.

"Can't find him," Oliver told me. "He's not here, Jill."

"What?" I asked.

"I searched every office on every floor," Oliver told me. "He's not here."

I looked at Felicity. "Is that the right place? Are you sure?"

Felicity started typing again. "Yeah, I... Oh, crap."

"What?" I asked.

The location on the map reset.

"How is this possible?" Felicity asked incredulously. "This can't happen. He's--"

"Talk to me," I told her.

"Wait," Felicity told us. "He moved."

Felicity brought up the map for us to see.

I spoke through comm to talk to Oliver. "He moved. Just north of you. Ocean and Grand."

"On my way," Oliver told us.

I turned back to the video.

"I took on cases that were--that I thought that I could..." Gavin trailed off.

"Win," Joseph finished.

"Yes," Gavin answered. John put his hands to his head. "I'm sorry."

I felt utterly helpless at the moment, the feeling making me sick to my stomach. I held my hand over the stitches of my wound.

"Gavin Carnahan, I find you guilty of crimes against the Glades," Joseph told him.

"Don't do this!" Gavin told him. "Don't do this!"

"And I sentence you to death," Joseph told him.

"I'm at Ocean and Grand, Jill," Oliver told me. "That's just a vacant lot."

"How is this possible?" Felicity asked. "This can't happen. He can't--"

There were multiple gunshots.

Felicity jumped.

I closed my eyes, looking down.

"Felicity, find the right address, now," Oliver told her.

Felicity became overly emotional with sadness and guilt and failure, standing, turning around, walking away.

I sighed, hanging my head. "Oliver, it's over. Carnahan is dead."

⚔

Felicity was upstairs in the closed, vacant club, standing at the bar, having a drink. 

I walked closer slowly. "Felicity?" Felicity looked up. "This wasn't your fault."

"I was the one who was supposed to find Carnahan, and I was the one who sent Oliver to that bogus location," Felicity told me. 

"Don't blame yourself," I told her. "If I hadn't been out of commission..."

"It wouldn't have changed anything, because I would have sent you to the wrong location, too," Felicity told me. She looked down, shaking her head. "I've never seen anyone die."

I sighed. "This is the thing with what we do. Sometimes we lose."

⚔

Flashback

Slade, Jill and Oliver were walking through the woods at day, walking toward soldiers, Yao Fei and Edward.

"Miss Wright," Edward told her. "Mr. Queen. Mr. Wilson. Welcome. So happy we were able to reach an accord."

"Oh, good," Slade told them sarcastically. "Small talk. Are we going to get on with this?"

"As you wish," Edward told them. "Straight to business. The circuit board. Where is it?"

"Somewhere safe," Oliver answered. "So, get us to the boat, and then we'll tell you where it is."

Edward looked at them skeptically. "And of course you'll be honest about its location."

"Well, I wouldn't be," Slade told him. He nodded to Jill. "But this one's got some strange hang up about principles and integrity."

"I always imagined as much," Edward told them. "Which is why I'd like to make a counter proposal." He turned to the soldiers. "Men!"

A soldier brought a struggling Shado toward them.

Yao Fei looked at them in surprise and worry.

The soldier pushed the girl to her knees.

"No!" Yao Fei told them. The soldier aimed a gun at Shado. "No!"

Another soldier hit Yao Fei in the head with his gun, making him fall.

Two soldiers handcuffed Yao Fei.

Edward looked at Oliver, Jill and Slade. "You will deliver back to me the circuit board, or I will kill Yao Fei's daughter."

Jill realized. "So I wouldn't leave."

"I can't imagine you want the death of an innocent young woman on your hands," Edward told her. "Not with your... principles."

Jill glared at him.

⚔

Now

Oliver, Tommy and I were in the club, watching the news.

A man was reporting. "More on the story of the Glades. The kidnapper seems to have another victim and is broadcasting the feed to his website. According to viewers, this is live footage, so we're not sure what we're about to see."

A teenager was the one tied up this time.

Joseph was the one recording."Meet Roy Harper. Arrests for larceny and robbery, aggravated assault. And yet you're out on the street. Another gangbanger in the Glades running free, like the ones who killed my wife. I'm from the Glades, too. And it didn't turn me into a criminal."

"I know that kid," Tommy told us. 

"How?" I asked.

Thea ran inside. "Tommy! Ollie?" She ran up next to us, her head bleeding a little. She looked at the TV with tears in her eyes, covering her mouth. "Oh. Oh, God, no." She started to cry, shaking her head. "I don't know where else to go."

"You know him?" I asked.

Thea lowered her hand, nodding. "Roy, he's my friend. And we were in a fight and some guy came out of nowhere and just attacked us. He doesn't deserve to die."

"I promise you, he's going to be okay," Oliver told her. "You stay here with Tommy, all right?"

Oliver and I walked away.

⚔

Oliver and I walked downstairs into the hideout, toward Felicity at the computers.

"Anything?" I asked.

"I've been going through all the video we got, trying to see if there's anything that'll tell us where this guy is," Felicity told us. "I got nothing, except a sound. Buried in the ambient noise. Almost rhythmic. Here, I've isolated it."

Felicity played the sound loudly.

"What is that?" Oliver asked.

"Sounds like a car driving over lane markers," I told them. 

"It's bigger than a car," Felicity told us.

"Bigger than a car," Oliver repeated. "What, a bus? Uh..."

"Wait," John told us. "I know this. I know it."

"Come on," I told them. "Guys."

"Felicity, show me a map," John told her. "Sights of the abductions on where we've seen the signal so far." He pointed at the map. "Right there, right there. 23rd and Mira. Locksley and Adams. Wells Street down by CNRI. Those are all subway stops."

"Starling City doesn't have a subway," Oliver told us.

"No, but they used to," John told us. "When I was a kid, my dad used to take me down to the Rockets game. By subway. For 14 minutes, I'd lean against the window, feeling the rhythm of the train moving."

"That's how he did it," I told them. "He was at 23rd and Mira, but he was underground."

"He used to work for the department of transportation, so that's why he knows all the old subway stops," Felicity told us. "That's why I couldn't trace the signal. He was moving. He was in a subway car."

Oliver walked away to get suited up. "Where is he now?"

"He's on the old cross town line," Felicity answered. "If he continues on this route, he'll be at the Spring Street stop in 15 minutes."

Oliver walked away.

⚔

Flashback

Yao Fei was still handcuffed and guarded by two soldiers. Two soldiers stood over Shado, guns aimed at her, while Edward and the rest of the soldiers faced off with Oliver, Jill and Slade.

Slade aimed a gun at Edward.

A soldier aimed a gun at Slade.

"Let the girl go," Slade told them.

"No deal?" Edward asked. "Very well. Kill her."

"No!" Yao Fei told them.

Shado turned to Soldier 1, pulling his gun out of his grasp, turning to Soldier 2, punching both of them in the chests, standing, grabbing onto Soldier 2 to kick both legs into Soldier 1, flipping both of them to the ground.

Slade fired into the soldiers, killing them.

Oliver ran toward Soldier 3, pushing him against a tree, punching him in the face.

Yao Fei held Soldier 4 in a leglock.

Edward aimed a gun at Jill. Jill grabbed his wrist, pushing his hand away while still keeping hold of him, turning to twist the gun out of his grasp, elbowing him in the face, turning to face him, using the butt of the gun to hit him in the face, making him fall.

Soldier 3 aimed his gun at Oliver. Oliver grabbed the gun, spinning to twist his arm behind his back, with his back to his, taking the gun from his grasp, flipping him to the ground, like Slade had taught both him and Jill. 

Shado was punching Soldier 2 in the face repeatedly until he was unconscious, standing, walking toward the others.

"That was unexpected," Slade told her.

The girl smiled.

Edward stood. "Fire!" 

The soldiers hidden in the woods started to fire.

Oliver, Jill, Shado and Yao Fei started to run away. Slade followed them while firing back at the soldiers.

Yao Fei was shot in the leg, screaming, falling.

Oliver helped him stand, pulling him along. "Come on! Come on."

Shado and Oliver helped Yao Fei take cover behind a small hill. 

Jill took cover behind a nearby boulder.

Slade took cover by a tree ahead of them, firing at the soldiers.

"Get her to safety!" Yao Fei told them. "Now! I'll only slow you down. Go!" Shado shook her head frantically. "Just go! You've got to go!"

"No!" Shado told him.

"Not without you," Jill told him. "Not after everything you've done for us."

"Go!" Yao Fei told them. "Go!"

Slade and Oliver had to pull Shado and Jill along to leave Yao Fei behind like he wished.

⚔

Now

Felicity, John and I were still in the hideout, watching the video of Roy on the screens.

I spoke through comms to Oliver. "It's happening."

"I'll give you ten minutes to state your case, Roy," Joseph told him. "So tell us. Why do you get to live?"

Roy barely shook his head. "I shouldn't. Just do it. Kill me."

⚔

Roy was still egging him on. "Just go on! Kill me!"

"You really don't care if you live or die?" Joseph asked.

Roy shook his head. "No one's going to miss me. I'm just a waste."

"Then we agree on something," Joseph told him. "This world would be better off without you in it."

Joseph aimed the gun at Roy.

We heard a crash from the video.

Joseph turned around. He dropped the camera.

The newsman came back on. "We seem to have lost the feed. We will stay on this story and keep you up to date on any developments."

⚔

In order to save Roy, Oliver had to kill Joseph, because he was so close to gunning him down.

I stood on the balcony above the club, watching as Roy returned to Thea at the bar. I turned around, seeing Oliver outside through the window. I hesitated, walking outside.

Oliver looked wrecked.

"Oliver?" I asked.

Oliver turned to face me. "Hey."

"Hey," I told him, walking closer in concern. "Roy's okay."

"Yeah," Oliver agreed. "But, uh... I had to kill Joseph to do it."

"That's why you haven't come inside?" I asked. "Come to the bar and tell me what happened? I had to hear it from Felicity."

"Yeah, well, I know how you feel about killing, and leaving people behind, and..." Oliver trailed off.

I stepped closer. "Oliver... you didn't have a choice. You're right. I don't like killing. But you did it to save Thea's friend."

Oliver cleared his throat. "Yeah. I think this Roy... is more than just a friend."

I shrugged slightly. "Bad boys. Hook you every time." Oliver managed a small smile, looking down. "I just want to make sure that you're okay."

Oliver nodded. "Thank you."

"And I'm sorry that I couldn't be there," I told him. "If I had been..."

Oliver shook his head. "You do not get to blame yourself for this. Still recovering."

"Though, it sounded like all I would have had to do if I went was get Roy of the train before Joseph would have a chance to try and shoot him again," I told him. 

"You have any idea what I had to do to get onto a moving subway train?" Oliver asked. "That move alone would've..."

"Burst my stitches, make me bleed to death?" I finished. "Yeah. Make all the excuses for me, defend me as much as you want, Oliver. But I should have been more careful with Helena. Before and after. Otherwise this wouldn't have happened. You're not the only one of us that makes mistakes."

Oliver seemed grateful for the talk.

I managed a small smile, turning to leave.

"Jill?" Oliver asked. I turned back. "Want to have dinner, or... something to drink?"

 I nodded. "Sure." I tilted my head. "I don't know if you know this, but I control the bar inside. I'm pretty sure we can get drinks for free."

Oliver chuckled.

I smiled a small smile.

We walked toward the door of the club.

⚔

Flashback

It was night on the island.

Slade, Oliver, Shado and Jill were in the woods, looking at the tree stump where they had buried the board.

"Guys?" Jill asked. They looked at her. "Circuit board's gone."

Slade hurried over to see for himself. "Damn. Fyers played us. While he was screwing us around, his men were combing the woods for it. Now his missile launcher is fully operational."

"And he was never going to let us off the island," Oliver told us. "I get it."

"Of course he wasn't going to help you," Shado told them. "He couldn't chance you warning the mainland what he was planned."

"She speaks English," Oliver told them. He looked at Shado. "Yeah, well, guess what? None of us have any idea what his plans are."

Shado stepped closer. "I do."

Jill, Oliver and Slade exchanged a look, looking at Shado.

⚔

Now

Oliver and I had shared a drink and met up with John and Felicity downstairs.

"Thea's friend is upstairs," John told us.

"We saw," I told them. 

Felicity turned away from the computers to face us. "You probably saw that they were very happy to see each other, if you know what I mean." She pointed at Oliver. "Which you probably don't want to talk about, because she's your baby sister."

Felicity turned away awkwardly.

John looked at Oliver. "You okay?"

I looked at Oliver curiously.

Oliver looked at me, sighing. "I'm getting there. Thank you." I nodded. Oliver saw a map on the computer, confused. "What's that?"

"Felicity pulled it up," John told us. "It's an old map of a decommissioned subway line. Runs underneath the low rent district of the city."

Oliver took out his father's book, opening it, revealing the symbol on the front cover was the same as the map. "I've seen that map before." He handed me the journal. I compared the symbol in the journal to the map. "It was right in front of our faces the entire time." John took the journal to look for himself. "My father, the other archer, the Undertaking, whatever the plan is. It's all connected to the Glades."

We looked at the map of the Glades worriedly, knowing that it was another piece of the puzzle solved, but we still had no idea what it meant, or what was going to happen.