The pistol that was placed in the hands of the penguin had a little something extra, a silencer, a larger chamber to hold more rounds, a small penguin emblem on the side of the barrel and… oh a tracking device. Remember that little penguin? That wasn’t just for decoration. That was designed and given to her to place on something in order to track the Penguin’s movements. The handoff was mentally stressful for young Abbie. So many things could go wrong in the blink of an eye. If the batboys didn’t wait for the single, if Penguin smelled something fishy (pun intended) or if something went wrong with the transaction she could end up dying. But maybe not…

After observing the pistol, the Penguin stopped at the barrel and stared at the emblem for a couple moments too long. The blonde held her ground and her composure but her heart was pounding her chest. Was she caught already? No way…

“I like it.” Oswald said as he put the pistol into the pocket of his dress jacket and bid Abbie good bye before turning to leave.

The blonde did the same, heading back to her limo and climbing inside. In the silence of the car she let out a long breathe, a sigh of relief that everything went well. While she didn’t know what would happen, if the boys would attack right away or wait until they got to the hideout making it look like they had been stacking out the place but she trusted to not give away her involvement. Pulling out her phone, she texted her father saying that they had received the money and she was returning to the hideout for a mission complete.

As she held her cellphone she pulled out a smaller device, hiding it behind her cellphone from prying eyes and sent a message.

[center][i]Tracking device is on the pistol I gave to Cobblepot. The rest is up to you guys. Good luck.[/i]
[b]Send[/b][/center]

She sent the message and slipped the device back into the tucked away place on her person before she received a text from her father which made her smile. He was proud of his little girl and wanted to celebrate. Getting acknowledgement from a parental figure always made a child smile but at the same time, it pulled and tugged at her heart. Why did her father have to be a bad guy? A bad guy that the crime fighters [i]had[/i] to take down. She couldn’t deny that but the thought that her own father wasn’t who he tried to be for her was painful… and to that pain, she wiped away a single tear before it could stain her face.