Re: [Old Textile Mill]
The first day of school had sucked. When she'd started over, in a school that didn't require knee-socks and a uniform and boys who thought they were little gods just because Daddy gave them an Amex, it had sucked not knowing where she was supposed to be, what they'd covered in class and what she'd missed. The social suicide of sitting in the wrong place in the cafeteria at lunch, or not knowing the sub-text in class? That was probably skipped when you were a new joiner to the science team, but new still sucked.
She considered the question of Marta, who was all social and no science as Gwen descended behind her. "I think she needs a reality check from someone. The town is too small for anything else, and Flash? Needs focus." But she wasn't aware of the undercurrents in the group. Felicity knew nothing of scientists that locked Gwen in and drugged her, who wouldn't have passed an ethics trial in a seriously questionable country. Gwen worked, and Gwen was a clone, and Flash? Was basically her bridge into this world of people who'd known each other since babyhood, since Harry had checked out after he'd almost checked out.
"That," she declared as Gwen let the rope trail, "Can be fixed, right?"
But the door ahead? That was definitely in the realm of super-fucked up. It wasn't crystal goblin messy, but it was a little out of the league of a girl who didn't take quantum mechanics in her down-time. The lock, on the other hand? Felicity cocked a grin over one shoulder, and fished in the belt.
"I haven't met a lock that wasn't persuadable yet." And complicated meant it was a challenge, and if the redhead was feeling a touch uncomfortable with the expansion of a team to encompass half of high school and her secrets with it? A challenge was easy distraction. "What happens if we do touch it?" That wasn't part of the challenge. Click.