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“I'm coming up on 52nd street, heading east,” Helena says, her motorcycle roaring in the background.
“Copy that,” Felicity says, her cornflower blue eyes darting between her three monitors while she clicks keys on her keyboard, using the traffic cameras to follow Helena through Star City. Her brows furrow. “Or is it Roger? I never know the difference.” Felicity’s musings end when their villain takes a right turn, right towards where Sara is waiting for him. “Canary, our target’s coming up on your location.”
“Roger,” Sara answers, smile obvious, “I got him.”
“Oh, so it is Roger. He’s heading up Warner, heading North.”
“I'm on my way,” Helena says, and then continues talking because there's always chatter on their lines, much to Sara's frustration. “Also, there better be pizza left when we get back to Watchtower, Oracle. You know, Canary and I are the ones that do all the night sweeps, we’re the ones that do all the fieldwork—"
“Hey,” Felicity squawks, outraged, “I want it on record that I offer to do some of the fieldwork.”
“And we’re the ones with the bruises in really embarrassing places,” Helena continues, “Would it kill you to save me some pie?”
“What is this obsession with food,” Sara asks, baffled, then Helena growls, “You try fighting the forces of evil when your blood sugar’s low.”
Felicity chokes out an amused, delighted laugh and shakes her head, and then she places an order for a large mushroom and pepperoni pizza from Mario’s. “Pizza will be here by the time you come home,” She promises over the indignant cry of a disgruntled criminal, figuring the brunette would much rather a freshly made, still-hot pie instead of the leftover scraps from lunch yesterday (or was it the day before? Or the day before that?) when Sin paid a visit to Smoak Tech. “Pretty sure we have some tequila left, too,” Felicity adds, “We can eat pizza and get drunk on cheap margaritas.”
“You've got yourself a deal, Geek-Girl,” Helena says, then, “He’s headed into the warehouse, Canary. I’m right behind you.” Chaos erupts on the other end of the comms as Helena and Sara eliminate the goon-squad that stands between them and this week’s bad guy. Some gunfire, a couple grunts and indignant cries later, and Helena’s speaking again. “We got him, Oracle,” Helena says, “We’re coming home.”
“Roger that, Huntress,” Felicity smiles before she mutes her comms, and then she turns on Channel 52 News Report and starts her system diagnostics for the sophisticated computer setup she designed for Watchtower, their code name for the clock tower.
"Star City is dying," Susan Williams announces, and Felicity's mouth curls into a sneer because she's never liked the woman or her articles, and her hatred has only doubled ever since Susan Williams declared that Felicity's team was a causality when it came to crime in Star City. "I think the fact that we even have vigilantes running rampant in our city indicates just how much our city has decayed in recent years. We shouldn't have to go outside the law to find justice."
"With all due respect, Ms. Williams, I have to disagree. These so-called 'Birds of Prey' just took down another one of Star City's most wanted," Bethany Snow argues with Susan, and it has become clear over the past couple of months that she is one of their biggest supports, and in return, Felicity has occasionally leaked her information. "In the last five months alone, the city's crime rate has plummeted—"
"You're welcome," Felicity snarks, kicking off her pumps before tucking her feet in under her.
"Even our unemployment rate has significantly decreased," She continues. "Now that Bertinelli Construction has started to build affordable low-income housing in the East Glades, the city has finally started to rebuild after the devastating earthquake of 2011, with more and more investors coming forward every day. Star City is thriving, thanks in no small part to the Birds of Prey, as well as Ray Palmer's rebranding project—"
Felicity rolls her eyes at the mention of Ray Palmer— he’s some genius billionaire with the dashing good looks of a Disney prince —and switches to Channel 7 because she is still angry that he tried to buy out her company, the software firm she worked so, so hard to build from the ground up after she was terminated from Queen Consolidated (but that’s another story). The next time he has the nerve to show his face at Smoak Tech, Felicity will do more than hack his electronics, ensuring the only noise they make is porcupine flatulence. She will reign down digital hell on his entire life.
“Oliver Queen is alive.”
Felicity startles and her attention returns to Channel 7 News where the news anchor is speaking to the camera, eyes wide. “The Star city resident was found by fishermen in the North China Sea five days ago, five years after he was declared missing and presumed dead following the accident at sea which claimed the Queen’s Gambit…” He announces, and Felicity stares, wide-eyed, unable to believe her ears. “Queen is the son of Starling City billionaire Robert Queen, who was also on board but now officially confirmed as deceased…”
"Holy Frak." Felicity murmurs, blinking rapidly.
They'll need something stronger than margaritas.