Full Circle (Book 8 in Arrow/Spn Crossover)

From All Sides

Sam's laptop beeped, "What's that?" I asked.

"Felicity wants to Skype," he explained then pushed something and Felicity's face filled the screen. Her hair was down, which took me a second to get used to, and she looked exhausted.

"Hey girl," I said, "When did you sleep last?"

She seemed honestly confused by that, "What day is it?"

"Yeah. Okay, when you tell us whatever crappy news you have, go home, get some sleep." I was kind of surprised Oliver had let her go that long without sleep.

Her eyes were scrolling through text, moving rapidly in time with the sounds of her fingers hitting the keys. "Can't, have too much to filter through."

Sam looked at Oliver, who shrugged, "I've already tried to reason with her."

Sam wasn't the least bit pleased with that answer, "Felicity, share your screen. Let me look at what's going on."

"All right just don't..."

As soon as a mass of emails, scrolling numbers and who knows what else appeared on the laptop screen Sam shut them all down in record time.

"Sam! What the!" She was looking straight at the camera now, and boy was she pissed.

"Tell us what you have to, then go to bed! We'll call you in five hours to wake you up. Now, why'd you Skype?"

Her lips thinned out and she glared straight at Sam who didn't flinch. He'd had years of me glaring at him and Felicity's glare was nowhere near the level mine can get to.

"Well?" Sam pushed it. I never realized just how blue her eyes were until I saw them magnified on the screen. She was trying hard to look as cold and hard as Oliver can, but I saw her cave after another minute of the stare down, which made me wonder why she listened more to Sam than Oliver.

"Fine. That video, came from Shayna's phone which is still in Oklahoma. I'll send you the address. It's moved around so I don't think Gordon abandoned it. It's a rural town so no traffic cameras for me to tap into. It could be him or he could have given it to someone else and moved on. You hunters have a pretty good lock on how to hide from people like me. Hate to say it."

Had to admit that sent a bit of pride through me. Felicity's top notch, if she couldn't track people like us, no one could. Then I remembered I was having to track a hunter, talk about short lived victories.

"All right," Sam said, "Anything else?"

"Not really." She pushed her glasses up and frowned, "That video was time stamped about five minutes before he sent it, so it's as close to real time as you can get. He hasn't sent any other emails that I can see. I hacked into her phone and looked through it, I also set an alert on it so anything he uses it for I'll know. Sam, you need to tell the rest of the hunters not to read anything that comes from her account. I can change the password on it and take it off of auto remember so he can't access any of it if you want."

Sam had gone into hacker stealth mode, I could tell before he even said a word. "Can you route all outgoing emails to you and reply to what he sends? And scramble the names in her contact list so he doesn't know who's who.

Her eyes widened for a second, then she was off and running, "Scrambling the names is easy. The rest is tricky, I have to mimic their styles. I could set up a mirror site though and reroute that email to me."

I have no idea how or way, but she suddenly seemed a lot less tired. She really likes a challenge. Sam saw it too and realized he'd outsmarted himself. He wanted her to rest but he'd just given her a new challenge. "How long?"