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“Are you kidding me? We're not fine!” Roy shouted, throwing his arms up in frustration.
“Trust me.” Felicity said calmly. “It's not as bad as it looks.”
“Really?” Roy snapped. “Not as bad as it looks? Because to me it looks like we're trapped in a shipping container. So what part of this is not as bad as it looks?”
“We still have oxygen, we're alive.” She pointedly ignored Roy's whispered “For now.” and carried on. “We're not bleeding to death and you're with me.”
“No offence, but what difference does it make if your here.” Roy said stopping his pacing to glare at her. “It's not as if you're going to beat up our new friends out there single handedly.”
“No, but I'm smart. I could find a way out of here.”
“And have you?”
“No,” She mumbled. “I'm still thinking. But at the very least I'm stopping you from going insane.”
“That's debatable Blondie.” He stated as he felt around the perimeter of the dim container.
“Hey, Look on the bright side.” She said as she sat down on the floor
“What bright side?”
“We can use this as a bonding experience. Get to know each other better.”
“We're stuck in a metal container that is getting hotter by the second, with no food or water and a limited amount of oxygen with no way out, and you want to know my favourite colour?” He asked incredulously.
“Doesn't have to be your favourite colour, you could always tell me what you were doing here in the first place.”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“I'm here on business.”
“Business? The only people that do business around here are the ones that have something illegal to sell. So what's someone like you doing around here?”
“I can't tell you, it's a secret.”
“Why?” He laughed. “Are you undercover?”
“Kind of, more like gathering Intel and getting out before I get caught. At least that was the plan.” Shooting Roy a look.
“Wait, you're being serious? Are you with SCPD?”
“No, nothing that... official. All you need to know is that I have backup on the way to rescue us.”
“How do you know, are you in contact with them?”
“No, but I know my team. They'll be here soon.”
“Why weren't they here with you? To have your back?”
“I kinda didn't tell them where I was going,” She said sheepishly. “They were out when I got a hit and it was supposed to be an easy job. I would have been in and out before anyone realised if you hadn't of tripped the alarm.”
“Me? How do you know it wasn't you?” He defended, crossing his arms.
“I was just leaving and wasn't even in the building. I'm only in here because they think I'm your lookout.”
“How is this my fault? You shouldn't even be here in the first place!”
“You shouldn't be either!” She retorted.
“How do your team know where you are?” Roy said after a few moments of awkward silence.
“I left my computer open on the GPS tracker app, just in case. I have a GPS in my pocket.” She said as she lifted up a flashing red LED showing him before putting it away.
“I don't know who your team is, but even I know you're going to be in some deep shit when they get here.”
“You have no idea.” She complained, tipping her head back until it hit the metal wall. She wasn't looking forward to the lectures she was going to get as a result of this.