A/N: For the purpose of this story Starling City is located on the West Coast, which makes sense if you look at season 1 & 2 when Starling City seems to be in the same place as Seattle (while it later apparently moves to somewhere around Chicago).

Chapter Six

*Oliver*

Oliver was thinking about time travel, either backwards or forward in time, when his cell finally rang. The caller ID said; Thea.

"What you got?" he asked, praying his sister had something for him to go on.

"Mr. Queen," said a male voice, that was definitively not his sister's, on the other side of the phone.

"Where is Thea?" he asked.

"Your sister is fine. We merely borrowed your sister's caller ID to make sure you took our call," the man said.

"Who are you?"

"You may call me Mr. Smith."

Oliver was beginning to wondered if this was a ransom call. Except he had no real money to offer any kidnapper. And the way Felicity had been taken made him sure they were aware he was more than just Oliver Queen.

"I didn't mean your name. I meant what is your interest in me."

"Don't play coy Mr. Queen. We both know is about Felicity Smoak."

"If you took her-"

"I did not Mr. Queen." Mr. "Smith" took a deep breath. "You asked who I am? Let's say I'm... a concerned citizen." There was another short pause. "A concerned citizen that can help you find Miss. Smoak. That is what you want, right?"

"Why?"

"Why? What?"

"Why do you want her found? How do you know she's missing?" Oliver asked.

"That's not important."

"It is to me."

"Let's just say we're interested in making sure her special skill set doesn't fall into the wrong hands." Oliver squeezed the phone so hard he worried it might crack as the man continued talking, "Something that has happened on several occasion since she met you. None have been serious, but subjects with special talents and skill sets are generally-"

"She's a person, not a skill set," Oliver interrupted.

"Whatever she is, it is in our interest to keep her out of enemy hands. You share this goal. This is why we propose we work together."

Oliver thought about if for a minute. He didn't like the detached way "Smith" was talking, knew the priority for Smith was making sure Felicity's "skill set" didn't end up in the wrong hands, not saving her life. But right then Oliver needed help, so took a breath and he said, "Okay."

"We will contact you with further information within the hour. Be ready." The line went dead.

Oliver took a deep breath. If Smith came through with a location he was going to need a weapon.

*Mr. Jones*

"We need to move up the time frame,"Mr. Darhk said to Mr. Jones through the phone. Mr. Jones stopped a few feet away from the industrial fridge that held Felicity Smoak.

"Are you sure sir?" Mr. Jones asked, even though he normally didn't question his boss. It just seemed strange. That the plan was changing. Mr. Darhk's plans never changed. They always went right on the first try.

"We have no choice. The plates on the car you were tailing them with came up in a database. I'd figured that without my daughter Mr. Queen wouldn't be quite as resourceful. Apparently he still has contacts within ARGUS. But don't worry. I've just put another plan in motion." It sounded to Mr. Jones as if Mr. Darhk liked this new plan better, whatever it was.

"Alright. I think I can get it all set up here in fifteen minutes," Mr. Jones said, not bothering to ask about what came after, about the new plan. He'd know about it when Mr. Darhk decided he should.

Mr. Darhk paused for a second. "No. Do it in an hour. Then blow the place."

A/N: Oliver...Oliver... didn't Moira ever teach you not to trust strangers?