The boys returned with a cell phone. 

Curiously watching Felicity work to access the phones' files, Parker wondered, "How are we sure Harkness won't back-trace us?"

"He shouldn't have that kind of knowledge," Lyla dismissed.

Parker skeptically narrowed her eyes at the woman, but Lyla didn't spare her another glance. Parker shrugged and glanced around. Her eyes caught Barry, isolating himself on the stairs.

"Park, will you check traffic cameras?" Felicity interrupted.

Parker clicked the mouse at different points on the city map, her own eyes and the FRS scanning over the ten cameras in the selected area. She repeated the action for a dozen different locations before Felicity tapped her shoulder. In her hand laid the decrypted cell phone.

Parker went through the phone files and found the most recently saved number into the phone. She copied the digits and set them into the tracking software. Once the hourglass had filled, a current location popped onto the screen.

"Found him!" Felicity called, gathering everyone around the computers. "He's at the corner of Infantino and Adams."

"In a warehouse, like all villains," Parker added.

"Is that--"

Felicity craned her neck back to look at Lyla. "-A.R.G.U.S spy satellite? Yup," she said proudly. 

Parker's finger tapped the screen, performing a high-speed head count. "Thermo-vision says ten bodies inside."

"Harkness knows we're coming."

"I can keep track his position with this," Cisco said, holding up his phone.

Oliver and Roy were suiting up; Diggle reloading his gun; Cisco staring in awe at all three of them.

Through his intense thoughts, Barry had noticed everyone fall into action. He continued to stay on the stairs, leaving Parker enough time to jog to him before he could leave. She squatted to his level, placing her hand on his knee to steady herself.

"We can't talk now, but later, I'm all ears. I know Oliver's a little.." she trailed off.

"Douchey?" Barry filled in.

"Not the word I was aiming for, but yes, that too. He's just difficult."

Barry turned his head and met her brown eyes. He took her hand from his knee, pressing a kiss on her knuckles, igniting a smile upon her pink lips.

Parker dropped onto her knees and pulled his mask up, helping him adjust it to his face. She kept her hands on his cheeks, forcing him to stare at her. "Be careful."

"I'll be fine, Park," he smiled.

>>>>>>

Once again, Parker was incredibly bored. Caitlin was never a good person to stop making her bored, Lyla seemed unapproachable, and Felicity was working on taking a nap. Parker had tried spinning around in the chair, but dizziness caught up with her rather quickly.

She had pulled her pained right arm out of the sling and started to twirl the fabric around her finger, counting how many twirls she could get before the sling fell into her lap.

A beep sounded from a nearby cell phone.

The ladies glanced at their phones. They all shook their heads, telling each other that it wasn't any of them. The last place they expected the ringing to be coming from was Markos' phone but sure enough, Felicity held up the buzzing phone.

"I shut it down after I decrypted it!" she swore.

"Don't answer it," Caitlin cautioned. "I've seen this in movies-- there could be a bomb in there!"

"Could someone remotely turn it on?" Lyla asked.

Parker pointedly stared at Felicity, finishing Lyla's thought. "And back-trace the trace?"

At the same time the dangerous realization registered in Felicity's mind, a silver spec flew in between Felicity and Parker.

"MOVE!"

Parker shoved Caitlin behind the Arrow's costume glass case, throwing herself to the floor before a boomerang could pierce her.  

Felicity hid behind the filing cabinet by the stairs. Their eyes locked.

Through the panic and fear, Felicity was still able to joke, "You can say 'I told you so' later, okay?"

"You bet your ass I will!" Parker shouted.

She screeched as the sharp end of a boomerang hooked through the desk, the end of it inches away from her shoulder.

Well, she had made a new fear. Boomerangs.

I'm okay I'm okay I'm okay.. Parker reminded herself. I'm not going to die. I'm going to help. I'm going to use what I know to save my friends. I'm going to save my friends and be okay..

"Where are the guns?!" Lyla shouted.

"Cabinet, third drawer!" Felicity answered.

Lyla grabbed a gun and fired off three times.

Harkness ducked behind a desk to avoid being hit. He didn't take the bullets as warning shots -- she only succeeded in added fuel to his hate fire. He threw the boomerangs with more force, more hate. He threw to kill.

Parker stayed at the crouching level. She shuffled out from under the desk, her hand patting the top to find a phone. She knew hers was up there somewhere. She stretched her arm out to her limit and finally, her fingers clasped around a rectangle.

Parker cowered under the desk as a boomerang soared over her head. But as it swung around and broke into the back of the desk chair, Parker knew Harkness didn't throw that at Lyla. He threw that for Parker.

To: Barry Allen

HARKNESS AT CAVE!!!!!!!!!

Felicity held a good view of Harkness from her hiding spot. A boomerang was thrown Parker's way, suggesting Harkness started aiming for her. Felicity guessed it was because she tried to call for back up.

"Park, move!" Felicity warned.

Parker knew she wouldn't get very far by crawling. She could move her dislocated shoulder, but she preferred not to, scared that the healing process would take a lot longer. So desperately hoping her shoulder would remain intact, she quickly stood and slid on her stomach across the floor. She made it to her destination --behind Roy's costume box-- pulled herself up and peaked her head out to watch for Lyla.

I see why penguins find that so fun..

Harkness was fast, his boomerangs moved faster than Parker could utter words.

Felicity couldn't even call out to Lyla before a boomerang had dropped the agent.

Felicity let out a sob before snatching the end of an explosive arrow and whipping it at Harkness. In the smoke from the explosion, he disappeared, leaving the coast clear.

Parker ran to Lyla and pressed her hands around the wound. Hoping her shoulder wouldn't hurt turned out to be pointless. There was a sharp sting every couple seconds, but she knew that would eventually heal. She wasn't sure Lyla would.

Felicity's hand shot out, hooking around the other end of the boomerang. Experiencing a lack of hands, Parker shrieked to scare Felicity, which worked just as well as pushing her away would have. Felicity fell from her knees to her butt.

"You can't pull it out!" Parker yelled. "If it's punctured something bad, it could be a bigger risk to pull it out!"

Caitlin saw Parker already covered the wound, so she spoke urgently to Felicity. "I need lidocane!"

"We have epinephrine!" Felicity cried.

Caitlin's heels clicked around the floor, pulling open cabinet doors to find the medicine. A sound of victory came from her lips. She didn't bother running across the floor with heels (it would take far too long) so she tossed the shot to Parker.

Parker caught it--thankfully not on the needle part-- and uncapped it, stabbing the needle into Lyla's arm.

Caitlin was beside Lyla by then, gently shaking her to see if the medicine worked.

"She's not breathing!" Felicity sobbed, her hand placed on Lyla's still chest. "She's not breathing!"

>>>>>

The girls had moved Lyla from the floor to a table.

Parker didn't actually know what the epinephrine stabilized, or if that included stopping the bleeding. She didn't care to find out, so her hands stayed firmly planted around the boomerang. There was little space on the table after it occupied Lyla's body, but Parker used the room she could to hoist herself up on the table too.

Half an hour later, the boys returned. Oliver came crashing down the steps, Diggle beside him, then Barry and Roy finishing the line. 

Diggle stomped across the floor and took the opposite side of Lyla. Once his eyes had moved from his lover, they met Parker's tired ones. Only a nod was shared between them.

Barry zipped across the floor, extending his arms out to embrace Parker. She felt his stomach push into her right elbow and proceeded to gently shove him back, enough to make him wobble.

"No," Parker quietly pleaded, her teeth clenched. "Help her. You have to help her first."

"We've kept her stabilized, but I can't operate on her," Caitlin informed.

Parker retracted her trembling hands from Lyla's chest and hopped off the table.

Barry's lips parted in shock when he caught the dark color coated over her hands. 

Parker was on the edge of crying, her hands were shaking, her face just permanently set into a state of weariness. 

He just wanted to help her. But Barry figured her earlier statement about having to hold off their talk continued to stay true. A conversation between them could wait.

They weren't sure that Lyla could.