Felicia Hardy, the Black Cat

A good girl trying to right some wrongs in the process. Black Cat is a member of the AvengersAssemble--RP. FC: Caity Lotz AU event: Hippie Earth Child.

[sharptonguedblonde]

  "I recommend action, babe.”

[feliciahardyakablackcat]

Felicia could here the deep voice in her ear and quickly went into alert mode. Okay, guy behind me called me babe...harmless? Maybe. But I should turn slowly to gauge the threat level. She thought to herself as she pretended to be unnerved by his presence. She smoothly placed a strand of hair that had fallen in front of her face back behind her ear. Neatly tucked she turned to the stranger. "What kind of action?" She swiveled slowly, like a music box ballerina toward him. Effortlessly, as if she were on a turn table. "Big...boy." She finished as she peered up into his doe-like eyes and innocent smile. She felt weird sending any type of flirty vibe toward him, as he appeared to be rather innocent...and underage for that matter. 

[laughingeyes]

Black Cat - Sexy Lady.

[feliciahardyakablackcat]

Finder's Keepers {Black Cat & Beast}

Felicia combed through the files, "where the hell is it?" She couldn't help but notice the amount of busyness since aligning herself with SHIELD. In fact, how much surveillance and Intel they had been having her do on their so called "allies" since she joined up. The civil rights enthusiasts X-Men, were not exempt from this list. 

Felicia had received top orders from Maria Hill herself to unearth some hidden secrets from these mysterious mutants. In particular what protocol these peace loving mutants had in case the humans started a war with them. Which in this climate of new and emerging threats on the planet, hell galaxy. It didn't seem that far fetched to Felicia that ordinary folks would and could turn their backs on those that protect them. Especially those as misunderstood as mutants which has a large variety of goodies and baddies repping them. She quickly flashed over what looked like some schematics and took a few flashes with her tiny micro camera. "Man this new gadgetry is the bomb." She muttered to herself as she tried to put everything back in order.

Approaching footsteps made her go even faster. She could feel the movement coming towards the room she was in. She quickly did a somersault out the window she had come through. She freely and gracefully bounded through the air and flipped onto the roof. She scurried to a small ledge covering as she looked through what she had gathered. "Man, what a find...and perfect execution if I do say so myself." She thought she was in the clear..until she could see a shadow maybe a foot away. "Perfect, I knew I should have knocked on wood..." she put her micro camera neatly in one of her wrist pockets and prepared herself for a tussle. Or a quick getaway.

[mynameisgwenstacy]

  Gwen stood behind the woman and looked at the movie selections over her shoulder. She heard her talking to herself and smiled a little. “I’d skip the rom and go with pure com, maybe even a good action movie,” she said, taking a look at her with a smile. “But that’s just me…you totally don’t have to listen to me.”

[feliciahardyakablackcat]

Felicia flipped to the pure romance...er the romantic movie section. "Hmm, perhaps." She bit her lip again as she contemplated a few movies in the action series. "Ah-ha!" She made a few clicks and allowed the flashy action movie covers to appear. "I wonder if there are any good super-hero movies out..." she paused and half glanced over her shoulder at the woman behind. "I love a masked man in tights." She snickered at herself and turned back to her options. She tilted her head and tried to find the difference between the covers.

In some shape or form they had a grizzled man on the cover. Totting an automatic riffle on one arm and a scantily clad princess or other cliche damsel on the other. "Uh all I can see different is the geographic location and possibly time period." She turned to the woman for the first time and made her arms and hands into a scale. "Should I go with tropics and what looks like guerrilla warfare?" She slouched one shoulder to emphasize the tipping of the scale. "Or the princess escaping a pirate dragon?" She tipped both arm scales back and forth to show her decision making and theoretical scales were out of balance. She cocked a brow and gestured to the screen as if revealing the next vowel before she spoke. "Or one of these other explosive gems?" 

[feliciahardyakablackcat]

"Hmm which movie should I pick for my night in?" Felicia clicked through the local redbox’s movie selection. "Horror? Romance…eww hmm a good rom com?" She bit her lip and stuck her index finger loosely on her lip as she flipped back and forth between the genre selections. "Decisions, decisions…"

[feliciahardyakablackcat]

A plan? A PLAN! Thugs for the picking.{Stature + Black Cat}

[changeyourstature-deactivated20]

  "Keep your cool! Keep your cool! Keep your cool!" Stature kept chanting the words over and over in her mind as the three thugs that had left the bar followed her. She had been excited yes but she had been nervous as well. And right now her plan had taken a bit of a change. She had expected two men not three to come out of the pub. But it was nothing. Just a minor detail. She could handle it. 

Three not a problem. 

As the men had stepped out she had revealed herself from the shadows and they had immediately spotted her and started making their way over to her. Her hair whipping around her face she walked out of the alley and into the street. She had to lead them away from pub. She cringed as she heard one of the men whisper something to the other behind her. Spotting movement from her peripheral vision and judging from the streak of white, she figured it was her partner in crime. Suddenly she halted in her steps. Why were there five more men approaching her. She turned around to look at the men behind her. They were no longer staggering like they were drunk. On the contrary they were standing up straight and all eight of them loomed over her a good couple of feet. She started to back herself into the wall of the building right behind her. But she knew better than to back right not it. They started throwing taunts and insults. “What are you gonna do little girl? Is Daddy gonna come save his little princess? Didn’t mommy ever tell you not to go wandering the streets after dark?” Their eyes and malicious smiles were more prominent to her than any other feature as they closed in around her. Her eyes darted from one thug to the other. Almost all of them had a weapon. She groaned inwardly when she saw the tell tale flash of a blade in the dim street light. One of them had a pipe, a couple had chains and the rest were wearing Brass Knuckles. Those were going to leave bruises. 

Thunder and Lightening flashed in the distance. The wind picked up in speed carrying in the salty sea air from the nearby docks. Her eyes still darting from one thug to another she heard Black Cat cry out. “Really BC? I hadn’t noticed!” She shot back just as she halted right at the edge of the pavement and lifted her chin up and squared her shoulders. She looked at her opponents and grinned. “So boys!” She started growing in size until she stood a good seven feet tall. Now she was a foot taller than the tallest thug. They took a few steps back and she felt a surge o satisfaction knowing she had scared them a bit. This would help a lot. She threw out both her arms and gave a bow barely bending down. “Shall we!?” 

This was a gamble. Two thugs no problem. Three ok fine have it your way. Eight! Come on really!? But she couldn’t do anything about it now could she.

Not when they attacked her.

[feliciahardyakablackcat]

Felicia gripped her wound as she lifted her hand to see the damage. "Shit, that's going to be a bitch-" she sighed as the release of pressure gave way to a wave of pain, "at the dry cleaners..." She mumbled  as she staggered along the edge of the wall. Normally she could just leap from the building haphazardly, doing a duck and roll to ensure her safety. With the wound though things wouldn't be so easy. Ignoring the lingering thugs she batted their attacks away. What's worse it seemed their numb nuts boss was the only one with any decent insults (or combative skills for that matter). She wouldn't let them surprise her again, no way. She had bigger fish to fry than these wanna be gangster guppies. 

"Ah-ha!" She exclaimed as the flash of lightning illuminated what she had just spotted. "Purrrfect!" In her bolt of excitement she let go of the pain and connected a swift kick to the groin of the same thug that tried to blind side her at least ten times now. "Give it break bub, only Spidey has been able to pull a fast one on me..." she flipped over and ducked the other thug that made an ill-fated go at her. His clumsy form crumpled  to the ground when gravity finally caught up to him. She finished, " and I kinda let him." Taking another breath she did a somsersault back to the last thug up and gave a quick elbow jab to the knee, then his right side. Once he was hunched over she finished with a jab straight to the nose. "Ya know what they say, that whole cat and mouse sorta thing...that's uh... me and...Spidey..." She trailed off as she looked around at her most unfortunate sparring partners as they laid sprawled out all around her.

Felicia leaned over and put her support of her upper body on her knees. "Shit that smarts." She beat her teeth as the proportioned weight was very un-proportional given what her right side was feeling. Her wound was now more active than ever. She lifted her hand and could feel herself becoming dizzy at the sight of crimson. Her once snow white glove now was dyed a dainty pink and speckled with oblong spots of deeper red, more profound shades of red. She was fading fast, and didn't want to pass out with these bafoons all around her. She shuttered at the idea of what that would be like if they came to before she did. "Gotta-keep up." She winced and eased herself up to the exit she had previously been perspicaciously balancing towards.

"Hey missy!" The thug with the now broken nose spat blood in her direction, his call coming out as a bloodied hissing. 

"What worm?" Felicia was in no mood for his cat calling or whatever the low life had to say. "Whatever ya have to say, save it! It would do both of us a lot of favors, trust me...I took it easy on ya'll." 

The thug cackled and started coughing. Either from laughing too much with a fractured lung or because of the blood from his face dripping down his throat. Felicia wasn't sure, and in either case she didn't care. "You may be done with us...but we sure ain't done wit you!" He hissed between wheezes. 

Felicia stalled her approach, this could be him just batting her. Or maybe he was trying to prevent her from helping her comrade. She took the pitch, "what is roach?" She glared at the mangled man as she pivoted her footing to face him his direction. She could tell how disorientated she was she almost collapsed in the process of changing directions. If this was bait and he was setting a trap she was most definitely screwed to say the least.

"Well ya see miss Cat, you twos may have been keeping an eye on us. But our little gang ain't so little. See we got informants all around this city looking for do gooders such as yourselves and--"

"Worm keep it short if you would like to have one lung completely intact."

He furrowed his brow, wiping a combination of snot and blood from his lip. "As I was saying before I was RUDELY INTERRUPTED!" He wheezed and coughed after his exclamation. Felicia was too tired and at this point borderline slap happy to not release a small snicker. 

She sighed and bent her body to lean against the brick railing of the roof top, "oh the little things she said as she slowly slid down."

The man getting his breathing under control continued on with his sch-peal. "Anyways, we knews you were coming. Our eyes and ears been on ya for months...we knews your plan, where you were staking us out..." He grinned, "we know we ain't no picks of the litter ya see." She ignored his double negative and tried to focus on the point. "We were sent to uh..." his eyes rolled back in his head before he could continue and foam started leaking from his mouth. 

"What the hell?" She stood in a hunched position to inspect the man. She lumbered over to the man, felt his pulse, it was done. Like she thought he was dead. She wondered what he was going to say next. There were a number of things and no real evidence to give one rationale any more support than the others. The fact that it was more organized and calculated definitely meant Stature and Black Cat had to go back to the drawing board and maybe even recruit some help. She wanted to say it was too dangerous,especially for the kid. But for some reason the kids' words and little pep talk got to Felicia and she had faith. Not only in herself, but in her and the kid working together. As a team.

Felicia couldn't get all mushy gushy right now though as it felt like her innards had beat her to it. She needed a plan of action something to do right now to help her and Stature get out of this mess, but what? Felicia managed her crumbling body over to the fire escape and took a breath as she watched her young comrade grow to at least 7 feet tall. The men all around her seemed frightened, well at least those with any brains did. A few seemed to stand their ground and almost like the idea of a challenge. "What a mess..." she smirked and allowed herself a moment to breathe before she started her decent down the copper bean stalk. 

[feliciahardyakablackcat]

Marina and the Diamonds "Primadonna"

I think I will use their stuff as Felicia's theme music for RPing. 

[feliciahardyakablackcat]

M stands for Magneto...and Mischief {Wanda & Black Cat}

[harrison-vance-deactivated20210]

  To say Wanda had a strained relationship with her family would have been the understatement of the century. She was certain her families life was the stuff of nightmares. It was hard to think back and realize that she once thought of herself as a simple girl who considered Marya and Django Maximoff to be her biological parents. How time changes everything. Now Wanda was thrust into the middle of a soap opera existence and it showed no signs of slowing down. All she knew was that it was a mess and she wanted to desperately have a sense of family in her life. Sure, stealing something of her father’s wasn’t the best thing to do, but as she had said before,  the extreme always made an impression. Wanda wasn’t always the most rational of women and in times like this it was painfully obvious. 

"Even?" Wanda asked unsure what Felicia meant by this. Most people had ulterior motives when words like that came from their mouths. She didn’t take Felicia for the type who would screw her over though. They were merely acquaintances but  Wanda’s first impressions were rarely inaccurate. She dealt in probabilities and her assumptions rarely failed. Answering all of her questions though was not what she had in mind as a fair trade. 

Wanda had a million tiny pieces of herself hidden from the world and she wasn’t sure she wanted those pieces in someone else’s hands. She looked over Felicia slightly as she thought about the way this conversation could go. Having to essentially be interrogated, left a funny taste in her mouth and she hoped it would subside with just that. Felicia had risked her neck for Wanda and she owed her something for it. However if thing’s went too far there was no telling how Wanda  would respond. Even she didn’t have the foresight to prediction her destruction or level of calmness during a conversation. ” You can have all of the answers you want within reason. If it appears to go too far as we do this, I’d advise you to be careful. You can ask what you need to make this even. “

Her movements were slow and thought out as she nodded her head. It seemed obvious that her need for this object was for personal reasons. It seemed as though everyone in the world was aware of the Maximoff’s and their daddy issue’s. It was practically the first thing people noticed. She [laced her field of vision on the helmet and began looking over the material. This exposed her fathers Achilles heal in a way. Maybe then there would be some sort of closure by having this. ” It was personal. ” Wanda simply said as she looked over the helmet again.  ” If it were related to the Avengers, I feel like it wouldn’t be a secret. This is just something I needed to do. I haven’t quite grown up completely, even if I am an adult. ” Wanda added before looking up at Felicia. ” I’m sure all of us have unresolved issue’s with the past.”

[feliciahardyakablackcat]

Felicia looked over the woman that stood in front of her. No, not a woman, but something else...like a wounded and lost pup she could see the pain in Wanda's eyes. As the mage of chaos gripped the only thing of her father's she possibly owned. Felicia could tell she was lamenting the life she had, and possibly contemplating the life she could have had. Felicia wondered which Wanda thought would be better, if she would have closer to Magneto, or never even known him or known he was her and her brother's father.

The Magneto family was a dynasty  whether they liked it or not, a powerhouse of powerful mutants. A role in something that Felicia was sure Wanda and her brother Pietro never asked for. She swayed a bit before she paced toward the iridescent sunlight that shined through one of Wanda's large bedroom windows. "So tell me...if you want this connection so badly. Why leave his team? Why become an Avenger?" She bit her lip as she knew how complicated of an answer she would get. Wanda was right everyone has a past, and everyone has unresolved issues. And every family isn't perfect, some aren't cut out to inheret the family business. After all Felicia could have turned her back on being a thief, but it was tradition. An age old Hardy trait that was passed down from generation to generation. She was taught early on to see things in grey and who knows...maybe if she had met her father later in life like Wanda maybe she wouldn't have followed the family legacy. Hell, in the case of her, just being a normal human for the most part, maybe she would have never fought crime. Maybe she would have never met the people she had and gone on all the adventures she had. Felicia chuckled to herself and smiled as she reflected on all the memories she had made over the years from being the Black Cat.

"Do you regret becoming the Scarlet Witch? Do you ever wish you could just be Wanda for a change?" She cocked an eyebrow as she was very interested by this question. Some heroes fully embraced their role like Captain America seemed to. While others, like her dear friend Spider-Man seemed to wrestle with it at times. Trying to find that perfect balance of normalcy and heroics. She can't imagine what trials and tribulations Wanda's powers and identity have caused her. What a hard life it must be to have the pressure of a family legacy and to have so much unpredictable power to go along with it. Felicia whipped a piece of snow white strand from her eyes as she asked her final question before she gave the witch a moment of reprieve. "Do..."she hesitated as she wasn't sure if this would be appropriate. "Do your powers scare you?" Her face turned beat red as she felt like she had finally addressed an elephant in the room. Like she had her finger on the pulse of Wanda's anguish and the root of her pain...her abilities and her history of use, or misuse of them was something that both fascinated and scared Felicia. Especially since asking about them might be the spark to set it all off. She gulped as she cautiously watched Wanda. Felicia hoped they were still staying cordial and that she hadn't said anything to upset Wanda, or better yet the Scarlet Witch.

[failed-mad-scientist]

Black Cat - Mike McKone

[exasperatingcomicsideas]

[joequinones]

Hey gang. Here’s a look at my variant cover to issue 700.3 of Amazing Spider-Man — featuring a Peter Parker & Black Cat-centric story, by Emma Rios & Jen Van Meter!

http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=preview&id=19341

[theotherspiderwoman-deactivated]

I haven’t heard from Peter in days.

[feliciahardyakablackcat]

"Haven't seen him on my night patrols either...I am worried." Felicia carefully eyed the woman, as MJ being his wife Felicia had no idea what the woman was going through. "I'll continue to keep an out for him though..." she trailed off. She hoped he was alright, and was maybe on his way back home soon. She hoped, but had a pit in her stomach that seemed to knot up all of her warm and fuzzy feelings. Something wasn't right-but she pushed her instinct away and continued to hold on to some irrational hope. Hell if she could even let him take one of her 9 lives. She smiled at herself, how could she have any humor in this situation? Lost and clueless as to his whereabouts she was with the woman she despised, the woman that had snatched the man of her dreams away. Flustered with it all she timidly shook her head and redirected her attention to the new bride that stood in front her. She bit her lip before she started down the rocky path she was about to go down.

She looked up at MJ, "how are you holding up, sorry to show up out of the blue uninvited. But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it. I was just drawn here...his home, where he leaves his heart at? Ya know?" A tear boiled over from her eye lid and made haste to connect with the outline of her jaw. It wasn't long before the lone wolf had company and a small fleet black painted on make-up trickled down the young bomb shells face. She smiled, as she hoped this feeble attempt of a positive facial feature could hold them back. But years of being strong, of being the hardened Black Cat was finally cracking.

"Mary...Mary Jane, do you think he is alright? Do you think Pete, I mean Peter will come back to us, or is he..." she bit her lip and turned her gaze away from MJ as she couldn't bare the thought of it. Not Peter, he was one of the good ones....a hero to so many, for so many different and wonderous reasons. He saved her, changed her life and she never felt like she would ever be able to make it up to him, and even if she could she still needed more time, more time to prove her worth. To prove that she could be better, do better, prove to him that she was worth the risk he took on her. More than anything she needed to prove it to herself, but still he had taught her so much. Of how to be selfless and fight for the greater good of all, and not just for the one. Something she was still struggling with but was slowly learning. 

[highnunh]

For the purpose of character-building, feel free to send an ask regarding anything you would like to know about my character.

[feliciahardyakablackcat]

Cat Call

Ask the Black Cat any question about the AARP, her personal life, or maybe some fun para ideas or suggestions you have!

[michellem98]

[feliciahardyakablackcat]

#MailProbz (Felicia & April)

[daisydukesandashotgun]

  April was unique like that. She didn’t have patience for subterfuge. Or subtlety. April had about as much subtlety as a brick to the face did. Which was saying for the most part, none at all, and very little patience for people screwing around. It helped that she could be charming when necessary, being southern and small and blonde tended to go a long way toward smoothing over any situations given rise due to April’s blunt nature.

She tilted her head, “I have that effect on most folk.” She said dryly, “Don’ know whether I’m pulling’ they leg’r secretly plot tin’ th’best way t’set’im on fire.” She grinned and it was all teeth, “Keeps’em on they toes.” April certainly appreciated the loss of the tremulous bambi thing that Felicia had had going for her a few moments ago, “Pfft. Don’ need t’be 5 o’clock f’wine on a Friday.” She told her, “Could be 9 in th’mornin’… ‘course if I showed up stink in’ a wine m’TA’d probably have kittens an’ then where’d we be? Up a creek s’where.” She said and gestured Felicia inside.

"Nope- got m’own bottle opener. Kitchen’s through here." She said padding through the apartment toward the kitchen, "Hope y’like white wines. ‘ve got a penchant f’anythin’ sweet lately seems like."

[feliciahardyakablackcat]

"I'll take anything!" Felicia blew her bangs out of her eyes. "I am usually more of a reds girl myself...my mother though. She uh she is rather found of the white." She let her eyes drop, "hell she is found of anything to numb the pain...." she trailed off as she let a few birds mid-flight catch her eye. She needed a distraction, to take her out of the dark place she had somehow found herself in. "Anyway, sorry about that." She put her hand on her face and playfully shook her head, "I am not sure what came over me just then. Guess it was that I reacted like my mother used to before all this stuff happened in her life." She laughed and smiled at the woman. Felicia watched April fawn through the kitchen as she gathered the glasses and other materials necessary.

Felicia shook her head as she was starting to feel her cheeks turn rosy as she felt was over sharing with a neighbor she had just met. "Damn, I love my mother but with the stuff she has been through and how she reacted to it I hope I am never like her." She laughed, but a lump filled her throat as she could tell it was the truth and how she felt, but it still was a hard fact to swallow. She caught a tear before it escaped her eye and batted the remaining residue away by blinking a few times. Not sure what to do or say next she engaged herself in what April was doing. "Do you need any help? Oh hey! We should totally get some fancy cheese and grapes out if you have any!" She smiled as she was genuinely hungry, but hoped her idea would serve as a pseudo distraction from what old wounds and memories she had brought up.She smiled at the woman as she had also been taking inventory of her surroundings even throughout her journey down memory lane. April's apartment had a few culturally relevant items, but nothing worth Felicia's time and energy to come back and steal. Especially after unloading so much baggage on April only after just meeting her.

[the-sharon-carter]

On Orders (Sharon + Felicia)

[the-sharon-carter]

  Despite popular opinion Fury didn’t always call people in because they owed him, in Sharon’s case she currently had no debt wracked up against her fearless leader, and rarely did, more than anything it was just a genuine sense of respect. And when it came down to it, that was the part that pissed her off the most. She knew she was on leave, he knew as signed the damn papers himself but as soon as he asked she threw down everything to help him. It made her just want to shake her head in disbelief sometimes! But that was the call of an Agent, wasn’t it? Dropping your entire life for the job.

But even then, she couldn’t entirely be mad at Nick. He’d been there for her when she needed it, not that she ever outright asked. He was just damn good at showing up with a bottle and a deck of cards when you needed him the least, and some wiseass joke about life. This field might be what she was meant to do, but she certainly didn’t have to always enjoy it, either. This was one of those times. Partners, she could deal with, always had. But SHIELD partners. Ones who knew the rules and the procedures, outside contracts were always a shot in the dark.

Besides, with a career criminal at her side, who was Sharon to say that Felicia was going to just lay down while Sharon completed her side of the mission? Not everybody wanted to bury secrets in this town and most had very comfortable lifestyles because of secrets. But if her feline companion was looking like she might be a problem then Sharon had orders for that too, it was all up to Felicia now. “Let’s. The information is on a drive kept in a safe designed by Lockheed Martin for the Pentagon, it contains information left behind by Hydra in regards to Project Insight and intel on future Hydra plans and potential targets. Director Fury wants it brought in.” Sharon lied, with a small smile before handing over the replica drive. “Problem is, that information is hooked up and active. We’ll need to replace it with this.”

[feliciahardyakablackcat]

Felicia coy-fully reached for the device, she was humbled that the agent would trust her so easily. This was an act as Felicia knew from past experience of working with SHIELD agents over the years. She knew they were spies like any other secret organization and would lie when need to and bend the truth when they had to. No doubt this woman had her own mission, and own way of dealing with Felicia if things went south. "Thank you my dear," she twirled the drive in her hand. "If you are lying or covering something up for SHIELD...I frankly don't give a damn. I am here to do a job, and that is what I am going to do." She turned away and then abruptly turned back, allowing her face to be inches away from the woman, "however, if you hold something back that could threaten my life or my side of the mission then, on a thief's honor, I will never forgive you and you will forever in my mind and heart be black listed from working with moi."

She smiled and turned back away from the other woman, she pulled out her grappling gun and shot it at a ledge about halfway up."I'll go ahead and do my task and insert the drive. Once that is done I'll meet you on the rooftop. Sound good Agent Carter?" She smiled as the agent's name was classified, but Felicia had ways and knew SHIELD better than most of the agents, and most importantly she knew how to get to the core of their secrets. She was being played by Nick, and made to believe the mission was to have one clear goal. The mission was not her part of the but in fact Agent Carter's mission. If anything Felicia was to act just act as a decoy as there was no doubt the agent would do fine to insert a flash drive after stealing the proper information. But she assumed to just let bygones be bygones and let the agent reflect on how Felicia could have known her name. Which as far as Felicia could gather there were two simple explanations, either the Black Cat had an  inside man....or this thief was craftier than first thought. 

She let the grappling gun pull her body through the air. Skillfully she leaped onto the off shoot of the ledge. With a clicking sound she popped the sharpened metal claws out of her white fur lined gloves. Attaching her fingers of one hand to the glass she made sure her fingers were spaced evenly out and turned her hand clock wise and then counter clock wise to complete the circle. "Purrrfect" she purred to herself as she reached in and released the window latch on the other side. She let herself into the office of a random employee. "Agent...agent can you hear me? I am on the 22nd floor. What floor is the target located on?" She was curious how the agent would react to Felicia's request.