Maya Jacobs is Felicia Hardy (crossyourpath) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-08-07 04:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | elle woods, felicia hardy, jack landors, lindsey mcdonald, peter parker |
WHO: Black Cat, the expected following Spiderman and any at W&H
WHAT: Attempting to Retriveve an Orb
WHERE: Wolfram and Hart
WHEN: After she contacts Angel Investigations
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Incomplete
Felicia had done her background research, flirted outrageously at a club with a guy who worked the postroom, who knew a paralegal, who had heard whispers, rumours, and combined with what info Faith had given her she was good to go.
She hated men like him, Just like Ryan, he got his kicks by having the power, by having the control. She had a suspicion she knew at least some of what his victim was being put through.
Ryan had died due to his own stupidity, drink driving and had robbed her of her vengance.
So her focus had changed. The jobs had become fun, had become a challange, pretty things and money had become her focus.
And this vampires taunts had brought it all back to Felicia.
So she would do what she could.
Tying her hair back and slipping into the costume of the Black Cat, Felicia focused her mind and extended catlike claws from her hands, focusing to bring out the powers she had obtained due to a foolish deal that had nearly gotten her and the Spider killed. And she ran at the open window, throwing a grapple hook to the building opposite, and was off.
It took her a while to get across town, she was avoiding the Spider, knowing if Peter Petrelli had mentioned it to him that he'd follow her, because its what heroes like him did. But this job. It didn't need a hero.
She swung the grapple again and glided across to the roof of the imposing building that was Wolfram and Hart, and landed with precision catlike grace, on her feet. just to the left of a service door.
And she let the Black Cat do the rest.
The door was well designed, sturdy but without a code. Door like that there would be guards behind. Armed she suspected.
She removed a simple looking lipstick container from her purse and dabbed some on the hinges. Allowing herself a smirk as it began to hiss rather loudly she waited.
Let them come to her.
Three, two...
One opened the door. And the Cat pounced, a knock to the head before he could reach his radio or his friend could reach the gun. The other fell soon after.
And the Black Cat prowled the halls of the feared Law Firm, .