"Last night," Oliver said as he pondered seven simple words that changed everything for him. Missions. They were sent on missions and not just the people who had combat experience. But if the computer really believed that they were all blank slates, then all they were waiting for was the proper atmosphere to learn a new skillset. A dangerous atmosphere. If these missions were going to be given randomly to people not even assigned to a compatible unit, he was going to have to train Felicity.

But first, he was going to have to see her. The most he could hope for the moment was that whoever was with her was keeping her safe until she had a chance to do her thing.

"I've experienced the orientation." He didn't believe it, at least not all of it, but he wasn't going to say that in a crowded room where the walls likely had ears and he hoped that Barry was smart enough to clue in on Oliver's caution and find them a safe place. Was there a safe place?