Until Death Do Us Part

[Oliver Queen]

What If: Oliver and Felicity had to go undercover as a married couple to catch a criminal, and the two of them took this role far more serious than they had initially anticipated
Admin permission was given for this AU plot.

Finally, they had a lead on him. They still had no face to the man, or even a proper name -- since he was clearly using a false name -- but still, they had some idea of what his plan was. They had tracked one of the men working for him, and thanks to some threatening interrogation tactics, they had an idea of what he was planning to do. There was a couples cruise that was in a couple of days, and apparently, he would be on that ship with his wife. The plan was to gather a large group of hostages and demand a hefty ransom for their safe return. Without a doubt, there were people on board -- whether it was the crew or other guests -- but there was certainly a team there. Oliver knew that the only way to find the man, was to be there. But not only that, he needed to get to know the passangers so he could determine which one was the mind behind this attack and with that, stop the others from executing the plan as well.

Unfortunately, one of the requirements of going on this cruise was that he had to be married, so needed a wife. He had already gotten the tickets, since the cruise was very close and he needed to pack. Correction: they needed to pack. Oliver made his way down to the Arrowcave, knowing he now needed to inform his 'wife' of the news that they were going on a couples cruise. "Felicity," he called, though it didn't take long for him to see her. He walked up to her, until he was standing right in front of her. He gave her his full attention. Making direct eye contact, and with his typical serious face, he decided to just be direct about it. "I need you to marry me."

Location: On a cruise
Time of Day: Afternoon
Tag: Felicity Smoak

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity was so excited! This was the best the to happen in what felt like forever! Today she got what she wanted since she first started working for Oliver. Her mini-fridge! Carrying in a large glass bottle of peach cider--the first thing going into it--she was going to have a place for her more healthy non-boozy drinks without having to go up stairs. "Dig, I got a heavy box in the back of my car. Can you bring it in for me?" He agreed to do it on his way back in from grabbing some food with Roy (who was apart of the team now), and she tossed him the keys.

It was then, while she stood there with the large jug in hand that Oliver came to her, and walked up in his too sexy way, and enter her personal space in that arrogant manner of his. "I need you to marry me." aanndd the glass broke when shock caused her to freeze and forget to hold tight. What?! Oh! Shit! Jumping backwards she looked at her jug, then him. "Wh-what?" Cause that was all she could manage. Not even a babble.

What sounded like marry me? Carry me? Dare me? No. Dairy me? What the hell? "Ummhhhhh . . . . . What?" Really? That was--"Say again?"

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver looked down at the shattered glass and spilled drink due from the shock of his statement. He couldn't deny that a part of him tended to enjoyed doing this to her; small teases whether it was through words or actions. His eyes glanced at her hand for less than a second to make sure she hadn't cut herself as he raised his gaze back up to look at her again. He tilted his head a little to the side, and slightly clenched his jaw, in the attempt of holding back a smile at her clearly shocked reaction. Her words only continued to re-enforce that. Deciding to prolong the curiousity of the moment for just a few seconds longer, he turned around and walked over to where they kept a broom and towel.

Best clean this up a little bit before anyone steps in it and gets hurt. Bringing the supplies back, he swept up the glass all in one pile and dropped the towel over the liquid, using his foot to wipe it up and letting the rest soak into the towel. Stepping to the side, away from the spill between them, he was standing in front of her again. "I need a wife," he continued, knowing he wasn't clarifying anything but . . . well, it was rather amusing to play around this way, just a little. "Or at least, the Couples Cruise to the Caribbean says I do." Which was why he needed her to play this role, only he hadn't explained that much yet.

[Felicity Smoak]

It would be a few minutes before Felicity would get him to clarify his answer. At first they cleaned up her mess in silence, while she tried to think about what me might have meant. Oliver Queen was not asking her to marry him. That much she had figured out--only he was. Oliver hot-as-hell-hero-of-the-night Queen had asked her==told her he needed her to marry him. NEEDED. Maybe that was why her hands were shaking.

Once it was clean, she stood up, and waited while he finished his part, and came back over to her, again coming too close. While she knew she should step back, she really liked it when he did. . . . plus the table was behind her. Wife. Cruise. Wife. Cruise. Wife. Wife. Wife. "Okay." Wife. Cruise. Her. Sentences with more then one word. "Wait. Oliver . . . . can you explain that with some detail. Why do you need a wife, for a cruise?" Cause right now all she could think about was: Wife.

[Oliver Queen]

Well, at least she agreed to it. Even if perhaps she didn't know exactly what she was agreeing to. Which . . . brought him to the actual explanation. Plus, she directly asked him why he needed a wife for a cruise. "We got a lead," he began to tell her, knowing she would understand since this was the case they were mostly focused on right now. "I found one of the men who works for Adams." They knew that wasn't his real name since they had not found any potential suspects with that name. "He revealed that the attack would be on a couples cruise, and that he would be going with his supposed wife." Whether it was his real wife or not, had yet to be determined.

"We still don't know what he looks like and don't have any other information about him. Which leaves us with only one option: to go there ourselves." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ticket to the cruise that he had already purchased. Had she not agreed, or if she now had objections, then the only other alternative was to . . . well, convince her. Since he couldn't exactly take Diggle or Roy with him. Plus, it would be helpful to have her on board as her expertise could help them find who they were seeking out to stop. Just as it always did. "We leave in two days," he added, handing her the ticket.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity's mind was starting to clear up enough to follow him as he began talking about the mission--something she could think clearly about. They needed a face to this man, and now they just might have a shot. Fake wife. That much she understood. Just as mind cleared however, she froze and tensed up as his hand went into his pocket. DID HE BUY A RING!

No! Not a ring. A ticket. Oh. Okay. Reaching for it slowly, she pulled it toward her, and held it against her chest in effort to hide her beating heart which surely was like in the cartoons were it was popping out of chest with every beat. After a few seconds, she looked down at the ticket. First class. A wealthy cruise liner. With wealthy people. Shopping was in order. And a visit to the gym. "Two days. Okay. I can be ready."

Taking a deep breath she worked on breathing and thinking better. "You know, when I always imagined your proposal it wasn't a with a ticket and a bad guy." It was with flowers and roman---FFFRRIIGGG! "NOT that I think of that! I meant with any guy! Like in general! Just any one! . . . . " Crap! "I'm going to go pack something." Side stepping him, she hurried past him while trying to escape THAT babble!

[Oliver Queen]

When tbe shock of his words subsided, she returned to her rambling, which once again amused Oliver, and as always, he held back his genuine reaction. One that involved holding back a smile. He didn't often comment on her little slips, not wanting to cause her further embarrassment. But as she walked away, his mind came to realize something she said. She was walking away, and Oliver felt the need to say something beofre she left. He turned his head to the side as he began to speak. "Felicity." An attempt to get her attention. When he could see from the corner of his eye that she had stopped after he said her name, he fully turned around to look at her. "When that day does come from you, I hope there is nothing bad and nothing false about it." Unlike this . . . which had, as she had accurately pointed out, bad guys involved, and a falsehood to it. "That it is everything you imagined it to be." Because she deserved nothing but the best.

With that, he watched her leave to begin to make preparations for their trip. And he needed to do the same. The next day was filled with creating fake IDs and lisences, just in case anyone should ask. He told the company that he and his 'assistant' had a business trip. He supposed some people still believed otherwise, but he paid no attention to those rumors. People were going to think what they wished, even if he did try to explain otherwise. Besides, there were far more important things to worry about. Time flew and before he knew it, he was in the car with Diggle, on their way to pick up Felicity from her place. When they arrived, Diggle got out to help Felicity with her bag, and Oliver looked down at the ring he had gotten for her. Marriage. Something that he knew he could never partake in. For the lifestyle he had chosen was far too dangerous and for his enemies . . . having a wife would only put a target on her back. Even still, that didn't mean he never thought about it. That he didn't want it.

Quickly pushing aside these thoughts, he closed the ring box and tucked it back in his pocket. Just in time too for Felicity entered the car and he greeted her with a few cards and a passport. He had decided to select a nationality other than American, though of course still had to be an American citizen in order for this to work. It would just further dismiss any suspicion from falling upon them. "Your IDs and passport," he said, giving her a moment to look through the information so she could familiarize herself with it. On their way to boarding the cruise, they needed to go over their history, for if asked on the ship, continuity was essential. If they were not consistent in their stories, then again, it would create suspicion and confusion. And they really needed to blend in and befriend the passangers.

[Felicity Smoak]

Oliver's words gave her pause, and made her chest hurt. She wanted so much for things to be different between them, but even years later he was still the lone warrior, who had to fight for the city without letting himself enjoy his own life. She wanted to tell him that was her wish for him too, but the words caught behind her lips, and she instead silently walked out.

Up in the parking lot, she found her car missing--meaning Diggle and Roy had taken it to get food. No car. No mini-fridge. No cider . . . . . and no Oliver.

Her next few days were a flurry of 'more of the same'. She had to find clothes to make her LOOK like a rich man's young blond wife, while still not loosing her pride. Then she had to pack it, which was another manner of chaos. In the end, by the time Diggle came knocking at her door, she was ready for a vacation--only one where she didn't have to pretend to be anyone's wife.

In the car, Oliver gave her the paper work and she began looking over it. His name was Nikolas Zorin . . . that was sexy. Looking up at him she smiled, "The name fits you." Her name was Meghan Zorin, his American wife. Good! She didn't have to pretend to speak a language she knew nothing about. "Meghan will be easy to remember. It's my middle name." Which he knew from ther undercover work in the seedy gambling place.

[Oliver Queen]

She seemed to approve of things so far, saying that the name suited him, and that hers would be easy to remember because it was her middle name. He had not forgotten that. He wanted to make all this as easy for Felicity as he possibly could. It wasn't that he understimated her intelligence and ability to fulfill this undercover role. He knew she was more than capable. But this was the first time that he had asked -- or told her -- that she was joining him, rather than her volunteering. Which meant that he felt all the more protective. This was dangerous trip, and he didn't want anything to happen to her. For it would be his fault.

"I have myself as a CEO of a multi million dollar company." Which, was similar to what he was right now, hence the reason he gave himself a bit more of an international background. "I am originally from Russia but moved to the United States when I was younger." Which would explain his lack of an accent and give him dual citizenship. And his position as CEO would also explain how they would be able to afford this cruise, for it was rather extravagant and those on it, would consist of the higher class "Are there any other details you would like to add, like how we met?" He asked. In case someone did ask them how they met. He didn't have those specifics worked out, so asked for her input in the subject.

[Felicity Smoak]

Oh! He went with million this time, not billion! Down graded. How sweet of him. She smiled at that, but let him finish before giving any input. "I guess the story of you becoming a hood hero, and coming to beg for my help is out." She teased, before looking up at Dig, then back at him. "At a charity, or party or something? I'm not real good at this part." Though to be fair, until she found out about his hoodness she had thought him bad at this lying thing too.

"The best lies are the ones closest to the truth," Which was what he had taught her. "So met through work." That was simple, "Worked together for a while." Still easy. "Then . . . . . advanced forward." Less easy. She could have sore she heard Diggle chuckle but when she looked he was 'eyes on the road' rather then laughing at her.

"I think I would do better if you gave me some direction. How am I supposed to act? What you need me to be able to do? I am assuming I am going along for more then just part of your cover. Are we----ne-newly weds, or been married for a while?"

[Oliver Queen]

Yes. The hood part was definitely being ommitted from their story. She suggested a charity event or party, and then resorted to simplifying it by saying they met through work. "We can say that you were my newly appointed assistant," he said, knowing there was a bit of a cheeky smile on his face as he made the suggestion. Because . . . well, she had not been thrilled at the idea of taking the false role of his assistant, since she was also required to do that job to keep up appearances. She furhter inquired as to what he wanted her to do. How to act, how long they'd been married, the details that he had not overly thought, as he'd been trying to determine the business aspect of things. It made sense that she would want to know this stuff though. The men would want to talk about his job, the women would want to talk about the details of their personal lives. "We can say that we have been married for three years." About as long as they knew each other: about the time they met . . . three years ago.

"Just act normally, Felicity. Overacting will just arouse suspicion." Besides, the way they acted seemed to make people think they were sleeping together . . . so apparently, being their normal selves had the capability of convincing people. Wait . . . was that even a good thing? "I will just need you to hack their system and see any online communiations among the passengers. We know that he has a team in place, we just don't know who they are, or how many of them there are." They would avoid being seen together in pubic, that much was certain. So they would have to rely on hacking into other communucation systems. "Is there anything else?" He asked, wanting to make sure they had everything worked out here. He was a private person as it was, so knew he wouldn't have trouble keeping up this charade. He just hoped it wouldn't be too uncomfortable for Felicity. While giving her a moment to think, he reached into his pocket and wordlessly handed her the small velvet box.

[Felicity Smoak]

"That's . . . .typical." She was not going to once again be put in the role of his assistant. Not even a fake marriage kind. No matter how cute he was with that smile. "I went to MIT." She reminded him. "You dropped out of four colleges." Yet he had billions and she was working as his PA. Life was really fair. "How about financial adviser? That has a powerful ring to it! Or marketing manager!" Yeah! Something less 'coffee fetcher' sounding.

Three years as his wife. Act normal. "No, I think I got it!" It was then she thought of what three years meant. Past the romancey bunny stage but at the comfortable stage. Hand holding. Knowing looks. Casual sexy touches. And she could not even escape to her room because in order for this to work their room would be one bed. They had to share it in cause the staff was in on it and would be looking for couples acting off. She had this whole cruise of touching, and sleeping next to Oliver and no were to escape to tend to . . . . girl needs . . . Only get more and more wound up. "I understand it all perfectly. Is there anything else?" Something he wanted to input?

Then she saw the box! Oh no! THE BOX! THE RING! She took it, but didn't open it. Just holding it in her lap with a death grip around it. "I'll umm . . . ma-make sure not to lose em." She told him, not looking int he box still. She was afraid to look because seeing it would make this feel more real then before, and real was bad. There was no escape on the boat! No where to just take a moment. Looking down at the box, she then looked out the window, before looking at the box again.

Showers. Alone time could be found there. Lots and lots of showers.

[Oliver Queen]

He gave a small smile when she said that she had gone to MIT, and that he was a dropout. That was true. She was far more well versed in academics than he was. So when she suggested financial advisor, or in an even more excited tone, marketing manager, how could he disagree? It seemed fitting for her. "Marketing manager it is," he said, wanting her to have a little fun with the role he had forced her into. He watched her with the box and noticed that she had not yet opened it. And even stammered when commenting on it. "You should put it on, Felicity," he told her softly. After all, it would be a bit odd for them to be supposedly married and yet have no sign of a ring. Which reminded him . . . he reached into his own pocket and pulled out a silver wedding band, casually slipping it onto his finger.

Oliver began to see the boat in the distance as they neared the dock. Seeing the boat suddenly made his body tense, and his hands clench a little. The last time he was on a boat with a blond, things had not gone well. She had been torn from his reach, they had been stranded at sea, and . . . well he didn't need to go into detail of what happened next. His mind went back to that night, never forgetting how Sara had looked, how she had cried out his name, right before the sea had ripped her from him. He was so caught up in his thoughts, that he didn't realize Diggle had opened the car door and was saying his name . . . until the third time Diggle said it. "Oliver!" Oliver quickly snapped back into reality and looked at Diggle. "You alright?" Oliver forced himself to regain his composure, knowing that he needed to focus on why they were here. Why they were going on this cruise. Silently, he stepped out of the car, and went to the trunk to get their bags, looking to see where Felicity was.

[Felicity Smoak]

He told her to put it on and she nodded her head, but didn't move. Instead she just looked at it, unblinking until the car began to slow. Looking over at Oliver, feeling herself getting tense . . . she saw his face. She was letting her emotions get the better of her, when he needed her. Opening the box without looking down, she pulled the ring out and out it on. Then reached out to touch his arm, even though he didn't seems to notice.

Once parked she stayed there, until Diggle got Oliver to pull out of wherever his mind had taken him. A ship. His father's boat. She didn't know. Sliding out, she watched his face, waiting to see if he would be ok. When he did look at her, she smiled as bright as she could, in hopes of distracting him, then reached out to take his hand. "Lets go stop the bad guys." Felicity would not bring up his moment, because he didn't like thinking about them.

She wanted to hug Diggle bye, but they were among others and she knew that would be telling that they were local. Instead they bid verbal good byes, and let the staff of the cruise take their bags.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver took Felicity's hand in his own, giving a small nod to Diggle as he drove off. They made their way to the entrance of the cruise as the men took their bags to the designated room. Oliver handed one of the crewmen their tickets. "Welcome aboard Mr and Mrs Zorin," he greeted. Oliver shook his hand, in response. "Follow these men and they will show you to your room." Oliver thanked him and did as instructed. As they walked through the boat, he didn't even realize he had gently squeezed Felicity's hand, as if silently needing her in this moment, getting back on a boat with someone he cared about. And the fear of losing that person, made this all the more difficult. Of course he couldn't say that. Or show that in any apparent way.

Instead, he focused on taking in their surroundings. Not admiring the size or extravagance of the ship, but more so, looking at the technical aspects of it. The different areas, which places were more vulnerable. Where they would keep the future hostages if it got to that point. All those things that he had come here to do. For as Felicity said, they were here to stop the bad guys. When they got to the room, their bags were waiting for them, and their escort smiled and waited at the door. "If either of you require anything, there is a phone you can use to call us. We will be having a formal dinner banquet at 6:00 this evening." Perfect. A chance to meet the other couples. Oliver extended his hand and gave the man a rather expensive handshake. "Thank you." The man's smile broadened as he tucked away his tip and closed the door behind him. Now . . . it officially began.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity did not miss that his hand tightened on her's as they walked on board and around the ship. She knew it could not be easy for him to be back on a boat, no matter the size or reason. The fear of getting lost at sea, again. So she returned his pressure, so he would know she was there for him.

The ship it's self was grand! Wide open spaces, and tall massive poles that held everything up. White, and gold, and black all meshed together to create a timeless look, but one that said wealthy timeless. Their room had a comfortable modern look to it. A glass wall let them have a view of the world off the ship (mostly waters), and was white with tan boarders. There was a large living area where they were, and up the steps . . . the bedroom.

Not letting his hand go, even after they were alone, Felicity stood there watching him. "It's beautiful here." Was it safe to talk? How did she ask him that? Was there a code? CRAP! They should have made a code!

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver's eyes were scanning the room, taking in the surroundings but not appreciating the beauty. He was looking at the details. Seeing if there was any indication of whether they were being watched and/or bugged. His gut was saying no, but it never hurt to be sure. So he checked around, looking behind the clock, along and behind the frames of the pictures and any other spot that was concealed or was a good hiding area for a camera. Everything seemed clear, and he hoped he was not wrong about that.

He also checked the bathroom just to be completely certain. "We're clear," he told her, re-entering the room. It was a fairly good sized room, especially for only two people. Though he supposed for the price, it made sense. There were drawers for them to unpack their things in, a closet . . . it felt more like a hotel than a boat. While this wasn't Oliver's first cruise like this, it was his first since the Island. And he needed to push aside whatever anxieties came with that. "We can get a good sense of some of the passengers at the banquet tonight," he pointed out. "Also keep a close watch on the staff of this boat. They may be part of it." He couldn't be sure who was involved and didn't want to rule anyone out unless he had a good reason to.

[Felicity Smoak]

All business! Good! She might need that reminder often to not let herself drop her guard and pretend. While he looked around, she walked toward the balcony and looked over it, finally looking down at her ring. Oh, wow! It was beautiful! Her fingers of her other hand brushed over it, before she made herself stop, and go back inside--to see he was finished.

"Good, then I can use their WiFi to began checking out who is doing what on it right now. I figured everyone involved would want to check in once they were around." And she was here to work, not look longingly at him. Pulling her bag to the steps, she went up to the bed room to quickly hang up her dresses, and pull her tablet from it.

Leaving the bag on the edge of the bed, Felicity returned to the couch, and plopped down on it, before beginning working. "We should think about getting on of these." She joked, trying to make sure he didn't let his mind wonder to too many dark places. "Fight crime from a fluffy couch? Best idea to date."

[Oliver Queen]

That sounded good. He knew he could leave the technological stuff to her, since she was the expert. To this day, he didn't know how he had ever thought he could do everything by himself. After first having Diggle join the them, then Felicity, and now Roy . . . well, he knew full well that he wouldn't have been able to do half of what he did without them to assist him. While he would always fear the danger it constantly put them in, he knew that saving the number of people they did made the risk they each took well worth it.

"I'm surprised you didn't order one when you did the revamp." Of his arrowcave. When he had returned to Starling City after Tommy's death, and then decided to put the hood back on . . . it was as if she and Diggle both knew he wouldn't be able to resist returning as the vigilante. And therefore, they had -- well mainly Felicity -- had redone the Arrowcave and created a new bow for him. "We can put one right next to your mini fridge." Something else she had wanted. With the amount of people who's second home was now the Arrowcave, and with the amount of time they all spent on it, they had to add a few elements of comfort to the area. When he was fully convinced all was clear, he too proceeded to unpack his clothing, hanging up his formal wear and putting his casual wear into the drawers.

[Oliver Queen]

That sounded good. He knew he could leave the technological stuff to her, since she was the expert. To this day, he didn't know how he had ever thought he could do everything by himself. After first having Diggle join the them, then Felicity, and now Roy . . . well, he knew full well that he wouldn't have been able to do half of what he did without them to assist him. While he would always fear the danger it constantly put them in, he knew that saving the number of people they did made the risk they each took well worth it.

"I'm surprised you didn't order one when you did the revamp." Of his arrowcave. When he had returned to Starling City after Tommy's death, and then decided to put the hood back on . . . it was as if she and Diggle both knew he wouldn't be able to resist returning as the vigilante. And therefore, they had -- well mainly Felicity -- had redone the Arrowcave and created a new bow for him. "We can put one right next to your mini fridge." Something else she had wanted. With the amount of people who's second home was now the Arrowcave, and with the amount of time they all spent on it, they had to add a few elements of comfort to the area. When he was fully convinced all was clear, he too proceeded to unpack his clothing, hanging up his formal wear and putting his casual wear into the drawers.

[Felicity Smoak]

Good! Some jokes! She went about working so could not toss back too many while in her working zone, but she did manage to tease him. "And let you catch us slacking off?" Oliver was the force behind the time, and what drove them forward. His goals, his determination, his everything. It was what they worked with. While they were a team--NOT his workers--they did respect his lead, and support him in his work.

After about 30 minutes, she tossed her tablet aside and walked up the steps to the . . . bedroom. . . . where he was unpacking. "The good news is I now have a head count, the bad news is that I can't fix on their room number until they upload the official roster into the ship's long sometime tonight, and then I wait for them to sign on again." Which sucked. "However there is 21." Not overly many when Oliver was used to taking on groups but . . . it also meant they had a plan.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver listened attentively to Felicity update him on the situation, and what she found out so far. 21. That wasn't too bad. It was a managable group and hopefully it would not take long to determine who was part of the plan and who would be a hostage. The passangers who were taking this cruise were wealthy, and the ransom for their return would be immense. Which was why they needed to stop the plan before anyone got hurt. "It's a good start," he said, not surprised that she was already able to find out so much. She was after all, a genius when it came to computers, hacking, and anything else technology/computers based.

"Once everyone arrives, and we meet them tonight, we can start narrowing down the list of who may potentially be involved." And thus, make her search and checking into certain people easier. They would have a few days before the ship was in a remote enough location so that it could not be so easily found and the hostages could not escape. He glanced at her hand to see if she was wearing the ring, before turning away again. Just covering their bases. "Ready to go for a tour of the place?" He asked, wondering if she wanted to come or if she would rather rest here. Oliver wanted to get familiar with the ship as quickly as he could so that when the time came, he would be ready.

[Felicity Smoak]

She never saw him check her ring, because her gaze had become glued to the bed. That was after her heart skipped a beat from the sight of their clothes in the same walk in closet. "Hmm?" She asked, then snapped out of it. "Oh, yeah. We can tour! Totally. It will be good to know some of the camera points so I can know what I am looking at on the screen." However, she wasn't dressed in cruise clothes but Felicity ones. "I should just. . . . You know. . . . Change."

It was awkward enough crushing your sexy boss, but this would be a new low. She waited for him to leave the room before changing. When she came down a few minutes later she was in a short Sun dress, and her hair was down. Instead of heels, she not had o n sandles, which took away her two inches of height. "Okay, ready when you are!" She felt out of uniform, and like she was underdressed around him but this was cruise clothes.

[Oliver Queen]

When she said that she needed to change, Oliver gave a small nod and went down the stairs back to the entry floor. He looked out the window, seeing the vast sea; an all too familiar sight. He could stay focused though. He was far better prepared this time around for any potential situation. He had the necessary training and he had someone with him who could help stop the criminals from carrying out their plot. Yes. This was good. It would be alright. Hearing her say she was ready, caused him to turn around and hold back a smile at how she looked. It reminded him of the first time he'd seen her out of her work clothes, at the auction when they were planning to catch the dodger.

He made his way to the door, opening it for her, and making sure he had the keys to lock up. He wondered if the rooms would be searched, which was part of why he didn't bring anything overly valuable or telling with him. There was mainly Felicity's computer, but he didn't doubt that it would be nearly impossible to hack into. So they were good. Once Felicity stepped outside the door, he locked up the room, and they began to make their way down the hall to see what this grand boat had to offer.

[Felicity Smoak]

They left the room, and Felicity fell into place by his side, until they started getting close to others, in which case she reached up to put her hand through his am, so they walked arm in arm. She was a bit nervous but excited at the same time. The first emotion was due to the expected danger, while the later was from being out of the 'office' and on his arm.

Looking around she noticed the touch screen information ports in the halls, and lobby, so guest could get maps and information with ease. There were also chips on the badges of the employees, which meant she could track them. "If one had to be on a cruise that might be taken over by evil doers--" She had leaned close to him, and whispered, "--This is a hacker's dream ship. I could take control of it from my tablet." Everything was electronic and connected, and ran from computers.