Re: log: flash/felicity mission
Felicity Hardy had been lucky her whole damn life. Luck couldn't do shit about big events and other people's stupidity but maybe it had held off the mob and the cops long enough that she had grown up rich and bitchy enough with an expectation her father loved her, that when it was all swept away she was still standing. She had never played nerd-games. She had practically never played a game, because girls didn't invite girls to sleepovers if girls think girls stole a boyfriend or hung it out there for him to want to be stolen. Poor little rich girl, right? Yeah.
So she'd never rolled a dice on a board. She'd played cards, the kind that got played in rich bratty kids' sweet sixteens before she'd had her own not-so-sweet. She'd won every hand but she put that down to her father teaching her how to cheat.
Reaper, Flash, whichever of the two he was right now - no matter how fabulous the creep factor, it was hard to separate one from the other - looked at her like it was a prompt and Felicity knew the lines. She slid soundlessly down the hallway and she cocked her head because all the pretty gems Felicity encountered were mined, polished and sold already. The noise was terrible but it was also close.
The light swung back around from the end of the corridor and Flash? Was wringing the handle like a locked door would be any more open if he tried it harder. She wrapped a black-clad hand around a door knob at random and pushed and it opened smooth as butter. Lucky. She waited long enough for him to fall inside the room and then closed it behind them, her hand clamped on the door knob to keep it from turning if anything goblin-shaped rattled it.
"We're going deeper, right? Recon's over." Quiet, barely audible. Enough for the room but not past the door.