"Ollie!" someone shouted behind him. "Ollie."
Grimacing before plastering one of his fake smiles on, Oliver turned around. "Jessica, how are you?"
"I've been good. I work for Vogue in New York now," she said.
"Wow, that awesome," he said, not really caring. "So what brought you all the way back to Starling?"
"The reunion, of course!" she said. "I took an early weekend so I could spend some time with my parents too."
"What reunion?" he asked.
"Our ten year high school reunion. Didn't you get your invitation? Jarred sent them in the mail and on facebook."
"I'm not on facebook, and I'm in between addresses currently."
"Well here," she said, pulling out her phone. "I'll screenshot the information and text it to you. What's your number?"
Without skipping a beat, he gave her Felicity's number. He wasn't going down the road of obsessive fangirls again, even if he was supposedly 'poor' now.
"So I'll see you there?" she asked.
"Maybe," he said. "If I'm not busy."
"Well, if you do, maybe we can hang out afterwards, you know, for old times sake."
"Yeah, probably not," he said. "I have a lot on my plate right now."
"I'm sure," she said. "Well, I'll see you there."
"Yah, bye," he said.
After that encounter, he knew he would not be showing his face at that reunion. He got on his bike, which was parked a few feet up and headed to the foundry.
Coming down the stairs, he found Diggle leaning against the desk as he watched Felicity typing away on her computers.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey man," Diggle responded. Felicity may have mumbled something but was obviously deep into whatever she was working on.
"What's she on to?" he asked.
"She thinks she may have tracked down the knife-throwing guy," Diggle informed him.
Oliver sat in his chair and shoved off to push himself next to Felicity to see what she was working on.
"I have to say, it is really annoying to have someone throw a knife at the guy you're trying to interrogate."
"Oliver," Felicity said, finally speaking.
"Yes?" he asked.
In a quick movement, she picked up her phone and tossed it at him before continuing her search on the computer.
"Why am I getting a screenshot of Starling High's 10 year reunion?"
"I ran into an old, um, friend and she asked for my number so she could send me that."
"And you gave her my number because?" she asked.
"Well, last time she had my number, she texted me, all the time. This way I get the information, and you can tell her she has the wrong number."
"Thanks," she said. "So does that mean you're going to your reunion?"
"Oh, definitely not." he said. "If you knew me back then, well, let's just say it won't be pretty."
"Hmm," she hummed, turning her attention back to the computer as it beeped.
Oliver pushed his chair back to its spot in front of his arrows and pulled his shirt off before making his way to the Salmon bar. After a couple times up and down, he noticed Felicity staring, and he let a small smile appear on his face.
The computer dinged again, and Felicity tore her eyes from him as he jumped down and came to stand behind her.
"Aaron Puler," she said, scanning the information that accompanied the match.
"That name sounds familiar," Oliver said, scanning the information as well.
"Looks like you guys went to high school together," she said. "Same graduating class."
"Okay," he said. "So what's he up to besides trying to get an arrow in his chest?"
"Says here he worked for Merlyn Global developing software until he was fired by the new CEO." She tapped at her computer some more. "Seems like he was working on a big project to expand antivirus protection and the new CEO wanted a friend to take his place. Says here that Merlyn Global had a break in last week and the software was all stolen."
"Why would he steal antivirus software?" Diggle asked.
"So he can break into Merlyn Global database and blow up their system," Roy said, coming down the stairs.
"What?" Oliver said, turning around.
"Overheard some guys talking about the break-in down in the Glades," he said. "Apparently he killed the guy you interrogated for a reason. He was talking about it with some friends and that guy threatened to go to the police."
"So where's he planning on doing this at?" he asked.
"Starling High," Felicity said, having turned back to her computer.
"What?" Oliver said, knowing what was coming.
"He's working at Starling High as the Computer Science teacher," she said. "Looks like you are going to that reunion after all."
"Not as Oliver Queen," he said. "I'd never get close enough to him."
"Well the Arrow can't exactly waltz into a reunion," Felicity said.
"What are we supposed to do once we get to him anyway?" Roy said.
"I can delete the software," Felicity said, "But I'd have to wipe the hard drive to make sure he doesn't recover it."
"I could just shoot the device and we could leave," Oliver said.
"Remember the laptop you brought me when we first met?" Felicity said. "It was bullet ridden and I still managed to get information off of it."
"So we sneak in, kill his computer, and leave," Oliver said. "No reason we have to go to the reunion."
"I can't track the software," Felicity said. "Which means its not been downloaded online yet. There's no telling which computer he'll use."
"So let's check out his house," Oliver said. "Felicity, get me an address."
"I'd be willing to bet it's not there. It'd be way too easy to track back to him," Felicity said.
"Um," she turned around and typed on the computer again, "215 1st Street, Apt. 21."
Oliver got up and picked up his bow. "I'll be back," he said.
"Comm," she said, holding it out to him.
"What?" he asked.
"You don't know a thing about computers," she said. "Take a comm."
"Fine," he said, taking it and slipping it in his ear. He grabbed his hood and headed up the stairs.
While he was on his way, Felicity managed to find the security cameras in the apartment complex. While she couldn't see in the actual apartment, at least she could follow him there.
"I'm here," she heard Oliver come through the comm.
Felicity heard a bang and then the click as Oliver turned on the voice modulator.
"Aaron Puler," he said. Then they heard a ting, as a knife hit the wall where Oliver had been seconds ago.
"I know you stole the software," Oliver said. "Where is it?"
"Yeah, cause I'm just going to hand it to you," Aaron said. Ting.
"This revenge is not going to end well for you," Oliver said. Ting.
"If they don't want me, then obviously they don't want my software either," Aaron said. Ting.
"Merlyn Global has the tightest security on their information already," Oliver said. "What's the point in changing it?"
"After someone put that trojan on my system, it hasn't been as stable," Ting, "Which is why I was developing the new software. It's not just any old antivirus software. It's top of the line. No one, could get into it. Not even the hacker who uploaded the trojan."
"So you what, stole it so you can blow up their system?" Oliver asked, ducking as he threw another knife. He shot at him, managing to get him with one of the arrows that tied a rope around his feet, knocking him to the ground and scattering knives around him.
"Something like that," he said, reaching down to undo the ropes.
Oliver grabbed him by his collar and lifted him up. "Why are you killing my information sources then?"
"He knew my plan. He didn't want me to leak the information. He said he would go to the police. I couldn't have him ruining it before I even got around to it."
"What's your plan," Oliver growled.
"Why do you care anyway?" he asked.
"When you interfered with my interrogation, it became my concern."
"Well unless you work for Merlyn Global, you should have nothing to worry about."
"What's your plan!" Oliver shouted. "Where is the software."
"If you think I'd do it from here, you'd have to be stupid. They could easily trace it back to me. Now say there were a lot of adults in a room, I bet they'd have a lot harder time trying to figure out who did it."
With that, he pulled another knife from his back pocket, sliced Oliver across the neck and when he dropped him, made quick time of cutting himself loose and leaving on the fire escape. Oliver recovered quickly, but by the time he got to the window, Aaron was nowhere to be seen.
"He got away," he said to Felicity.
"Hmm," she said.
"Go ahead," he said, slipping out the window and jumping to the ground.
"Told you so," she said happily.
"I'll see you back at the foundry," he said, jumping on his motorcycle and heading back.