Trust Me, I'm A Professional

[Felicity Smoak]

A phone that was untraceable. To who? She wanted to say a witty comment but instead just let him kept talking. She might be able to trace it, and crack it, and show him up but honestly--right now the less she knew the happier she was. She hated not knowing things but this was the first time she was unwilling to know more. "Understood." She would be in danger.

"I can do all this offline, and no one will know I'm working on it." So unless he told someone, then no one would know what she was doing." She liked that he seemed willing to deal with anything he put her in, but didn't want to test out what he put her in either. Better safe then sorry. "Just call it when I'm ready?" She looked down and picked up the phone, making sure it worked, and that she had a charger fitting of it, or if she was going to have to make one.

[Oliver Queen]

She spoke of how she could do this offline so no one would be able to track the fact that someone was looking at the information. Oliver had said and heard all he needed to, and it wasn't like the Hood to linger unecessarily. So when she seemed distracted by looking at the phone, questioning to call it when she was ready, he took that opportunity to make a swift get away. He disappeared from the darkness, and before he left, brought back the electricity and power so that she would not be sitting there in the dark. His job was done, now he was would to rely on her to do what she could with the laptop.

He returned to the Arrowcave and while Oliver had his hesitations about it all this -- but he could and would protect her. She had a way of contacting him and if she was confident that she could find out the information on the system without being tracked . . . then he would just have to believe her.

[Felicity Smoak]

Silence met her, and she looked up. Within a few seconds the lights came on and she was blinking away the surprise. He was gone. Just like that. Dropping everything on the desk she ran to the door but he wasn't there either. She stood there, looking back at her desk for a few moments, before she could think about getting back to work.

It was three hours later then she had everything taken part and almost done that she found what he was clearly looking for. Felicity looked at the phone for a long moment, knowing that she needed to call him and not the police. Even if it involved her boss and his family. Which sucked, because she liked Walter Steel and the Queens. Picking up the phone she pressed the buttons to call him. "Your laptop is ready." She told the voice who answered.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver was in the Arrowcave, working on some other things. Oliver had lost track of time. It wasn't until his phone rang that he paused everything he was doing. It was Felicity Smoak. He reached for it and answered, his voice still masked from its usual sound. "Hello." It was her. She had informed him that the laptop was ready. Already? He looked at his watch. She hadn't been kidding when she said a couple hours.

That was quite, efficient. Of course this could all be a trap but he was ready for that . . . just in case. It wasn't easy for Oliver to trust anyway, even if his gut told him he could. "Where are you?" He questioned, wondering if she was still at her work or if she had taken the work to her home. He obviously had to go to her and he needed to find a private location rather than conversing in an open area. That was just looking for trouble.

[Felicity Smoak]

His overly simply reply showed her that he wasn't a phone person. "Same place." He said the phone was untraceable, but she never knew who was over hearing the conversation. Telling him to go to the same place would keep anyone from over hearing where that was. "Should I wait here or just lock it up somewhere?" And go home.

She was willing to do that if he wanted but she also knew that this job needed to come with a warning. This was the boss she liked, and he needed to make sure he didn't fail this time. "The target is Walter Steele." It had to be said. "He's a good man, and he has a family. You can't let someone kill him. . . . . please." Mr. Steele was nice to her, and anything she could do to help keep him alive would be helpful.

"You said not to go to the police, but what if I sent an email--untraceable--to warn them? Couldn't they help warn Mr. Steele? Or keep him alive?"

[Oliver Queen]

He was about to tell her to wait there and then hang up, but she continued to talk and explained that the target was Walter Steele. This caused an expression of confusion to cross Oliver's face. Confusion . . . and concern. For Walter was family. He was his step father and Oliver believed him to be a good man. Who would hire Dead Shot to kill him? Did she know? Could she find that information from the sniper's laptop? It was clear that she was extremely worried, as she suggested sending an 'anonymous' email to the police. He hoped she kept her word and didn't do anything without his go ahead. A tip to the police would not yet help. Not until they gathered more information.

"Go home," he instructed her. "Take the laptop with you." With that, he hung up the phone. He then suited up in his vigilante outfit and grabbing his weapons, he made his way to Felicity's house. He was there before she got home, and hid in the shadows and darkness, completely still. He had also come here to make sure she had no been followed or that there was no one waiting for her when she got home. If there wasn't, then it meant that she had covered her tracks well and that no one was on to her. Either way, he had to be sure.

[Felicity Smoak]

Go home? That was his answer? "No I don't--" He hung up! Apparently doing favors for him meant she had to play by his rules and do what he says. She packed her stuff and walked out, heading home and feeling dangerous the whole way since she was carrying stolen information about a deadly sniper's targets--oh yeah, she's looked up this Dead Shot too! It only made her more jumpy!

When she got to her place, she took the elevator up to her floor and then walked down the hall to get to her apartment. When she walked in, she reached for the light--which didn't work. He was here! Slamming the door shut behind her, Felicity pressed her back to it and tried to see in the room. Tomorrow she was programing a better alarm system! "He-hello?"

[Oliver Queen]

He didn't have to see her to know by her reaction that she was aware someone was in her apartment, from the moment she slammed the door shut. And then spoke out loud. He knew that this wasn't the most . . . comforting way of meeting. He had after all told her that what she possessed would be dangerous. That, and he tended to have a reputation as instilling fear rather than comfort. Part of it was due to his unexpected presence. And the way he entered what others deemed as their secure residences.

Nothing was too secure. There was always a way in. A few moments after she spoke, he stepped out from the shadow of the wall and closer to her, but still maintaining a difference. He could never get too close. "Did you email the police?" He asked, needing to know that because if she did end up doing so, he would need to re-strategize. He couldn't waste time with pleasantries and explanations as to how he got in. It was always straight to business and that was the way it needed to remain.

[Felicity Smoak]

No hellos then! "The alarm on this door is one of the best!" At least it was after she'd played with it a bit. "How did you get in here?" He has his priorities and she had hers! This was her home! She was supposed to feel save here not wonder when the next time he was going to pop out of the darkness! Battery powered lights! She was getting them to go in here!

"And No! I didn't even though everything tells me I should! So you what to know who Walter Steele is?" She walked from the door to come a few steps closer. "He took over this company and made it better. He hired me . . . sort of. Not personally but indirectly. There was this thing he spoke and I was--No!" Not babbles! "He is a good person, and is nice to everyone. He has a family, who recently lost a father, and they can't lose another one."

"One man can't stop this guy. I looked him up. . . . and I can't let anyone hurt Mr. Steele."

[Oliver Queen]

The alarm? That was what she was focusing on right now? Though he supposed it was a fair thing to question . . . still. He needed to hear an answer to his question first. So he ignored her comments about the alarm on the door being one of the best, and her questioning how he had gotten in here. Because finally, she revealed that she had not emailed the police. Good. His confidence in her was slightly growing. She then went on to explain who Walter Steele was. She didn't need to convince him that Walter was a good person. Oliver knew that. But he couldn't exactly straight out say that he knew Walter on a personal level. But Oliver didn't want to see any harm come to the man. And the fact that Felicity saw him in this light, meant that she was going to be willing to stop this killer. That she would be more likely to comply with his requests when he needed her help.

"I know all about Walter Steele," Oliver stated. He knew he could say that much without giving himself a way. Because Walter was CEO of Queen Consolidated and was very much in the public eye. He was generally well liked by most. And seen as a fair, intelligent, and respectable business man. Now, he just needed to convince Felicity not to involve anyone else in what they knew. "You are wrong," he said bluntly when she seemed to believe that one man could not stop dead shot. "An entire police force can't stop him." Because they were bound by laws, and they were not well versed in how to catch an assassin as elusive as Deadshot. "Deadshot has eluded the police for years. It's going to take someone like me to stop him." Someone who was not bound by the laws of the city. Someone who could think like him. Someone who could catch him. Even more so . . . because Diggle had a personal vendetta against him, and that was what helped fuel Oliver's own determination to catch this man.

[Felicity Smoak]

He didn't answer her question and it infuriated her on more then one level. She could figure that out on her own, through so after a deep sigh of annoyance she let him distract her. "Floyd Lawton." Was a man, not a scary name. "He has evaded the police, because they didn't have this information." She gave him the name of the name he was hunting. It almost froze on her lips, but the man was a killer. And while the man before her was too, one enjoyed it enough to make a killing off it...no pun intended.

"The laptop belongs to Warren Patel, who owns one of the business bidding on Unidac Industries. Bidding against many companies, but the biggest contender: Queen Consolidated. ...aka Walter Steele." Her nice boss that was going to be killed for a business deal. "Warren dropped a lot of cash recently in the account of Lawton, for 'services' . . ." Her hands came up to make disbelieving quotation marks as she said that last word. "Looking deeper into him, it became clear that was the snipers name." So he had a name, who hired him, and the target--and when the hit would take place!

AND . . . Taking a deep breath she lifted her hand to cover eyes as she looked up before dropping her hands and looking back at the green man. "I also have you the layout of the bidding floor, the floors above it, and the buildings around it." Meaning she had made her choice, and was helping him. "Though I still think the police could help you cover more grounds."

[PS-Sorry if I spelled these names wrong!]

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver listened very attentively as she began to explain the details of her discovery. She had gotten a name, who had hired him, who the target was, when the hit would take place, and where. And she had done all this in a matter of a few hours. They really weren't exaggerating when they said she was the best. She had skills that far surpassed his own in this department. And the fact that she was telling him all this . . . proved that she was willing to help him. But whether it was because he had saved it, or only because it was Walter who was being targeted, he was unsure about. If she was helping him because part of her understood what he did . . . then he could continue to ask for her help. If she was not quite there yet, then he wondered if he could stop hismelf from trying to convince her. His gut told him no. For she could prove to be a huge asset. Someone who could really help him. Oliver would just have to make sure he protected her.

Oliver had to be present and the event when the hit would take place, so he needed to plan this strategically. "I need a copy of all this information," he told her, wondering if she had transferred it from the laptop or if it was still all on there. He would need to take the computer with him though. It was too risky for her to keep it here, for if anyone found out that she was the one who had told him about all this . . . her life would be in immediate danger. He thought about her words, wanting the police to cover more ground. She may still not yet fully understand what he was capable of and . . . part of her was right, in the sense that the risk was too great. If something happened to Walter just because Oliver didn't want to ask anyone else for help, then he would never forgive himself. Plus, he wanted to give Felicity something so that he could continue to use her skills for his cause. He needed to build that trust. "I will speak to Detective Lance." Quintin hated Oliver and hated the Hood, but in this case . . . he had a strong feeling that the detective would listen.

[Felicity Smoak]

He wanted a copy, and that much she had assumed. She had put it on a spare USB key that he could have. The rest of whatever the laptop had was gone. Pulling it from her pocket, she was about to explain what it was when he agreed to talk to an officer. She let out a deep breath in gratefulness. "Thank you!" It mean there was a better chance of Walter getting home without a bullet in him. "Very much."

Tossing the USB at him, she didn't go closer. Though this time it wasn't fear but not knowing the rules of how this meeting should go. "Everything from the computer is on there, plus the records I was able to dig up to prove who Lawton is. His bullets are poisoned. That's his trade mark, you should think about finding the antidote for that."

Because, "Bullets travel further then arrows, and unlike the guys from out first meeting . . . this one doesn't miss." She pulled the laptop from her bag, and put it on the counter. They were done now, and she assumed they would never see each other again, but there was still one thing she needed. A favor. "Will . . . the phone you gave me. I am assuming it has texting or something. . . . Will you let me know once Walter's safe?" She felt like she would be on edge until she knew for sure.

[Oliver Queen]

She seemed genuinely grateful when he fulfilled her request of talking to the police. When she tossed him the USB, he raised his hand to catch it, clutching it as he tucked it away for safe keeping. She seemed to understand the distance and limited contact; and that he was the one setting the boundaries that were to be followed. If he got too close, there was a risk that she would recognize them. After all, it was in human nature to want to peek, and he couldn't allow that. Hence the reason he also cut the power; the added darkness better concealed his identity. She spoke about having an antidote and that was something he already had. He kept that bit of information to himself though. Should the worst case happen and Walter was shot, then Oliver would know how to further save him. Especially if Detective Lance was on board with all this.

She put the laptop on the counter, unsure if she intended to give it to him or not. Either way, he was going to take it. He walked up to it and picked it up, before starting to walk away. He made no eye contact with her, that it almost looked as if he acted like she wasn't even there. He was about to say his final words and make his exit, when she asked him something which caused him to pause. Holding the laptop under his arm, he turned to look at her once more, returning to that significant distance between them. "I will," he answered in a strong voice when she asked if he could let her know when Walter was safe. "Keep the phone," he added. Because he didn't know if there would be lasting outcomes to this, and if she was in danger or felt something was off . . . she would have a way to contact him. He didn't want to leave her without at least some reassurance. "Keep it secret. Keep it hidden. And keep it safe." Three instructions that he expected her to comply with.

[Felicity Smoak]

Keep it hidden? Keep it safe? "Did you just Gandolf me?" She asked pulling the phone out, and then looking around before speaking again. "I'll but it in the freezer." No one looks there! It was a sarcastic comment, but when she looked up and noticed he was gone she huffed. "Really?" She was by the door! How did he get out. Running forward, she looked down the little hall but the lights came on just as she did, and there was nothing and no one in her place.

Felicity spent her night trying not to worry about thing. She filled her time with updating her alarm system, and cleaning her house. There was NO sign of how he got in, but she assumed it was a window. Deciding not to update everything too much, she left the window untouch. He might need to come here again for Walter . . . yeah . . . for Walter.

She went to work the next day, and knew that the bidding was that night. So by the end of the day she was gripping the phone tightly, and waiting for some word. When the bidding started, she watched the news with her breath held. Right up until the phone made a sound, and she nearly jumped out of her skin, then fumbled with not dropping it.

Walter was safe!

[Oliver Queen]

As promised, Oliver spoke to Detective Lance who was less than thrilled by the vigilante being the one to provide the information. And well, Oliver had used a slightly aggressive way to get the detective's attention, but it had worked. Because when Oliver was at the event, Lance was there too. He had the radio with him, and Oliver could just tell by the way that he was keeping a watchful eye, that he had taken The Hood's words seriously. What Oliver had not anticipated was the fact that his sister would be there too. That was the only reason he had left Walter's side, to see what they were doing here . . . and ironically, that was when the bullets began to fly. Lance had pushed Walter out of the way, Oliver instructed Diggle to get his mother and sister to safety, and Oliver ran out too take care of Deadshot himself. He had the Hood's clothes hidden in the stairwell so was able to change quickly as he made a run for it. And even while doing this, he was already setting up the next stage of his plans after Floyd was dealt with.

And encountered him. Yet, something else went unplanned and that was Diggle's presence. Not only that, but he had been shot and as the bullet's were laced with a very specific kind of poison, Oliver couldn't very well leave the man there to die. So he had been left with no choice but to take Diggle back to the Arrowcave, quickly mix the antidote, and feed it to him. Even if things had gone unplanned, it was not without strategy. Oliver trusted Diggle, and knew that he would not reveal his secret. He knew he could have left Diggle elsewhere while the antidoate took effect, but he had not. He had kept him in the Arrowcave, because the time had come for Diggle to know who he was. While he waited for the man to wake up, he quickly dialed the number to the phone he had given Felicity. When she answered all he said was "Walter is safe" before hanging up. That was all she needed to know, and all he had promised to tell her. Besides, with Diggle rising back to consciousness, Oliver would have to explain things to him. So he waited, just staring at his bodyguard and when he was fairly certain that Diggle's vision had somewhat returned, Oliver rose from the stool he was seated on and spoke. "Hey."

[Felicity Smoak]

Walter was safe!

The following morning she walked into work with excitement, rather then fear. It was the first time since her attack that she was able to do so. Helping him had given her the feeling of doing something for the greater good. She wasn't sure on the killing part, but he had stopped a killer who was going to take a man away from his family--a good man!

Getting in the elevator that morning, she again found herself in there with both Walter and Oliver. She looked at Walter with a bright, and proud smile. "Good morning, Mr. Steele!" She told him, and he in turned greeted her with a friendly 'Miss Smoak.' After a moment of staring at him, she turned and nodded to his son, before turning to smile at the wall, while waiting for her floor.

Turning back to him, she spoke. "I'm glad you didn't die last night." The almost shooting at been all over the news, but the bullet had never found it's mark. The green man had stopped it apparently. Walter smiled fondly at her and told her in his very British way that he was rather pleased to be at work today too.

The doors opened and she smiled brighter, before walking out of the lift, and down the hall for her meeting. The high lasted a few days, before everything came back to normal, a week later she was still in a good mood and glad that her life was almost as it was before. A week after that, Walter was asking her to look into something, and it was rather shady, but she was hoping that she could help him.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver was in the elevator with Walter one day at the company headquarters. And it would have been just like any other day . . . however a certain someone came in. Oliver made sure not to stare and appear completely casual. But he also found himself holding back a smile at her excitement over seeing Walter was alive and well. He let the two of them converse without interjecting. He was rather enjoying seeing Felicity bright and happy, having had something to do with saving Walter. She stepped out when her floor came and he and Walter returned to business. The next couple of days progressed normally -- including getting a bodyguard who lasted only 24 hours -- until the next part of Oliver's plan began to unfold: his arrest. He needed to take the pressure off himself, and ensure that he avoided any theories about him being the vigilante before someone suspected him. The plan had gone accordingly, including Laurel representing him -- sometihng he was very adament about. For once, her lack of faith in him worked in his favor, for she firmly believeed that he was not capable of the vigilante.

The other part of the plan was dependant on Diggle. So long as he agreed to dress up as The Hood, all would be well. And it was. Well, apart from another minor hitch of someone trying to kill Oliver. But alas, the party was thrown, a diversion created, the heat was taken off of him . . . and voila. He was back in business. And he really meant it. Because he needed to get back to work. Diggle convinced him to take on a mission that had nothing to do with his father. But because Diggle believed in it, Oliver had to as well. They were partners in this, and Oliver had to respect that. Eventually, he got a name, and that brought him to the next part of his plan: Felicity Smoak. He -- or the vigilante rather -- had not spoken to her ever since the Dead Shot mission. This would be the first time. Knowing she was at work, and needing her to be there, Oliver suited up, and made his way to the IT department floor, one late night where she was still working while most everyone else had gone for the night. He cut the power, and waited several moments -- ensuring no one ran in to see what happened, unlike last time -- before he stepped from the shadows, a significant distance from the table she was seated at. Putting on the voice filter, he spoke. "Hello, Felicity."

[Felicity Smoak]

Oliver Queen. Felicity stared at her TV screen, and tilted her head. They were talking about his arrest. What had he'd done now? It was the next words that made her drop the cup in her hand--HE was the hood? Nnnoooooo! The though of that being who he was, and the police catching him, made her uneasy. Should she help him? He was a murderer. The island. Gone mad. Those were the phrases everyone was using. One such news even went as far as to claim he had done self harm. She hacked the crime labs, and poured over the information. What to do?

In the end, she didn't have to do anything. Mr. Queen wasn't the hood. While under house arrest, and with police near the hood was seen fighting crime in the Glades.

Felicity had almost wished it was Oliver, if only to have a face to the body. Instead she was glad it wasn't. She never met Oliver, but he had been through enough with the ship wreck and island. How sad it would be if it was him.

It was some time later that she was writing at her desk that the power cut. She carefully put her pen down and stood up. Shortly afterwards she saw the shadow and heard the voice. "Clearly I am going to have to buy a flashlight if this is going to be a habit." A joke, but one she didn't plan on carrying out.

[Oliver Queen]

Felicity had made a joke about having to buy a flashlight. Oliver may have said something in return, but as The Hood, he could not. Instead, he just stood there, waiting for her to finish before he changed the subject to business. Which was of course the reason he was here. "I need you to find out everything you can about Derek Reston," he told her. While he knew he could do his own search, something told him that hers would be far more thorough and detaied. She had all the resources and skills needed to do so. Besides, this was important to Diggle too.

This wasn't Oliver's usual target, but his partner had talked him into it -- sort of -- and so he was going to do this as quickly and efficiently as possible. And who was more quick and efficient than Felicity Smoak. "And I need that information now." Meaning, he wasn't going to leave her for a few hours and wait for her to inform him when she had everything he needed. He was going to stand here and wait for her to tell him all she found out about Reston. There was no time to leave a gap and besides, it was just a simple search. He didn't need to drag this meeting out by dividing it into two parts.

[Felicity Smoak]

Oh no! "No, no, no, no." She began, holding up her hand as if to ward him off even though he never moved. "I helped you stopped an assassin, and I was fine with that! More then fine, I was glad to help but I don't . . . I don't want to apart of this. I like my boring life! I like being able to sleep at night!"

Killing people would made her feel guilty. "I can't be part of the killing. It's not who I am." She should have known the moment the lights went out that he wanted something like this, but instead she had not connected it. He did dangerous things, and hurt people--and while she understood now that there was more to the story then what the news showed her, and that he was helping people like Walter too--she wasn't sure she could do this!

[Oliver Queen]

He knew that before it had been about saving Walter, because she knew Walter. But now . . . he was going to have to convince her to help him with this. He did not believe it would be too difficult, since this was a case that was not his typical mission. It was not about crossing names off his father's list, but rather, stopping a family from robbing banks. A family. For that reason alone, Oliver did not plan to kill any of them. But sometimes things did not go according to plan. However, if he was going to convince her to help, he knew he would have to offer her details. "The Reston family is involved in the series of bank robberies," he began to explain.

"One of which resulted in the near death of a police officer." One who was now in a coma. If she was watching the news, she would be aware of this story. He also knew that the 'family' part would convince her even more not to help him, so he needed to elaborate. "I am not going to kill them. I am going to warn them, so that no one else gets hurt." Those were the minimal details. All she needed to know. He had to ease her mind that he wasn't seeking out these people to murder them. Whatever motivated their bank robbery, didn't warrent a death certificate. But nor could they just run around with guns, waving them around in banks; shooting and beating up people too.

[Felicity Smoak]

Not going to kill them. She needed to keep that in mind. This would not be a--it was then she realized she believed him. No questions asked. If he said he would not kill them, then she believed him. Felicity wasn't sure why, or when. She just did. "I should add personal internet researcher for SC's vigilante to my job title." She said, moving to slowly sit down and begin working.

Realizing what she said might sound grumpy, Felicity looked up at him and smiled hesitantly. "Happily, I mean." She began typing and would occasionally look up at him. He was very....mysterious. the very look about him said dangerous and yet she felt safer knowing he was here, and out there. That he would risk every thing for her or another. "I had to go back a few years, but I have his old address. Can you tell me what your looking for? Because it looks like for the past five years he and his family have lived off the grid. Anything I find will be old. He used to work for QC, and was layed off by Robert Queen when the factory shut down. QC even found a loop hole in the contracts. A lot of people lost their homes because QC didn't have to pay severance packages."

"Robert Queen died, but his son Oliver took over the factory and turned it into a night club." She didn't look up as she read, then typed then read again. "He's got quite a record--I mean the son. The bank robbers son. Not the Queen son--though he does too."

Looking up at the Hood, "They thought he was you."

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver didn't react or say anything when she made a comment about being his personal internet researcher. As long as she didn't actually advertise that fact, it was all good. He listened intently to her words, giving the background on the Reston family. She had asked him what exactly he was looking for, but he would first allow her to finish telling him what she had found. All other thoughts froze when she revealed that he used to work at Queen Consolidated, beofre he was layed off . . . by his father. And not only that, but they had not paid for severance packages. So they had been laid off and left to fend for themselves, a huge violation of their rights. Oliver felt that familiar strong guilt in the pitt of his stomach, as he thought of all the people who had suffered just because the company hadn't given them a chance. And it wasn't as if QC couldn't have afforded it. So this is what his father meant by how they had thrived off the suffering of others. While the rich got richer, the poor got poorer, and this imbalance and injustice was precisely what made Oliver do what he was now doing.

He refocused his attention on her when she began to speak of Oliver -- not about to go into her personal record of ridiculously immature crimes -- and then she made a comment about how they had thought he was him. "They were wrong." Which wasn't a lie. They were entirely wrong, because who he was, was not the Oliver Queen that everyone knew. That man had died on the island. "Can you find anything about where they're living now?" At least the general area. He was aware that she had mentioned they'd lived off the grid, but was there any way to track them? Any way to find them? To hear that his son had a record, and that it was Oliver's family's company that had pushed them toward this life of crime . . . made Oliver want to right the wrongs committed by them. But not necessarily by having the Hood insight enough fear in them to stop. Maybe he could do it by offering a job to Derek. "I need anything you can tell me to find them," he added. Any small hint as to their whereabouts would be helpful.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity typed around some more while he talked--not talked--before finding a whole lotta nothing. "Whoever this guy is, he is hiding deep. No credit cards, no facebook, no nothing." Which made it hard for a computer girl to find anything to help the bow guy. She had to remind herself he said no killing, because his habits of killing made her all too aware of what she could be helping him do.

"However!" She fisted her hands and made a 'YES' gesture with them, "There is facebooks for some of the other men that QC fired--I'm not going to call it laid off because of how big of a mess that 15,000 people found themselves in. I mean, this is a good company now, but whatever they did then back them hurt a ton of families." She paused of a moment while spinning her computer screen for him to see. "But one of them posted that it was good to see the 'old boys' again." There was a photo of the man he was looking for hanging out with everyone. "Posted two days ago."