The Foundry

Laurel quickly adjusted herself to the awkwardness of driving naked through Star City. She had only been at it for a few minutes trying to find somewhere to go. She really wanted to find Felicity and make sure she was safe as well as have a companion in her unusual situation but she knew that she only had a matter of time before the man in the boot woke up so she had to decide where to go quickly.

Then it hit her, the Foundry was only a few blocks away. The place where Oliver first started his crusade had been abandoned ever since the cops raided it the year before, it was the perfect place to hide out for a while. She turned a corner and sped up a bit more than she should have to get there as fast as possible while praying that her captive didn't wake up before she got there.

Distracted by her inner thoughts, Laurel almost didn't realise when she arrived and saw the former nightclub that hid Oliver's base of operations. Laurel put her hand to the door before remembering her state of undress and peeked out the window to see if there was anyone outside. The only people she saw was a group further down the street and they were too far away to see anything exciting, if she hurried she could get herself and the man inside without being seen.

Pushing a button to open the boot while simultaneously jumping out and running to the back of the car, Laurel grabbed him and slung his arm over her to lift him out of the car. Wincing slightly as his head hung uncomfortably close to her bare breasts she managed to carry him to the front door but when she tried to open it with her free hand she realised that it was locked. Laurel placed the man on the ground before looking around to see if there were any other ways in but saw that all the windows were boarded up making it impossible to enter.

Laurel then began to wonder how the attackers managed to get inside of her house and figured that they should at least have a lock picking kit. Crouching down over him she began to search his many pockets finding nothing of significance except a small piece of paper with her name and address on it, Laurel took a moment to ponder what this meant. If they had to be told who she is and where she lives then they had no personal connection with her meaning that they were most likely mercenaries hired by someone with a grudge.

A cool breeze reminded her that she was still naked outside with a stranger at her feet and she stood up wondering if there was a back entrance. Although there was also the secret underground way in but that was further away and would take longer. She had to pick one quickly since the man wouldn't stay **** forever.