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[hr][center][b]November 18th, 2017[/b]
[sub]Coventry, Gotham City, Earth[/sub][/center][hr]
[indent]Felicia Hardy wrinkled her nose as she moved a loose board from the window in front of her. Gotham City had a certain [i]smell[/i] to it. Had she not figured out a good score she would’ve been out of the city as soon as she stepped in it. For as “eco-friendly” as Wayne Industries claimed it was, there was no easy way to redact a century of carelessness and greed. Gotham had a [i]taste[/i] to the [i]air[/i], a feat that Felicia could only compare to Hub City or Dakota City. Such comparisons were not compliments.

[i][color=A5B0BA]Remember Felicia, nobody comes to Gotham for its scenic beaches.[/color][/i]

Her blue eyes narrowed, focusing in on the building adjacent to hers, an abandoned ice cream factory that was currently occupied by an assortment of criminals that according to her information had ties to the Escabedo Cartel, or more accurately what was [i]left[/i] of the Escabedo Cartel. As much as the cartel was in “shambles” it was still competent enough that they had enough of a leadership to reorganize and reassert dominance by selling narcotics out of Coventry. The current head of operations was ambitious and smart, though Felicia didn’t need Magpie to tell her that—the cartel’s leader had struck up a deal with Wilson and Vanessa Fisk, after all. And all of that wasn’t even factoring in on the fact they were repurposing Bane’s formula for [i]venom[/i] for their own ends. Whoever was in charge of the cartel seemed like he had balls of fucking steel. 

As she began to think of the people she’d be taking on, she sighed in relief. Magpie’s information could’ve led New York’s premier thief to something a lot more dangerous and challenging, after all. Instead of tempting gunfire from the end of an IWI ACE, she could’ve been dodging penguin bombs or poison-edged ninja stars. After years of fighting superheroes and supervillains alike she figured at this point in her life she kind of preferred machine guns to insane traps. Hell, she still got the shivers when [i]Mysterio[/i] got the better of her. She was sure that the webhead would never let go that she was bested by the king chrome dome himself.

[b][color=A5B0BA]“Snowy Cones Ice Cream.”[/color][/b] Felicia muttered, as she grabbed her equipment from a table to her left—fastening the grappling hook on her utility belt with one hand while she looked through a pair of binoculars with another. [b][color=A5B0BA]“What a stupid name. I wouldn't buy ice cream from a company with a name like Snowy Cones. Mascot looks like a total creep.”[/color][/b] 

Her eyes moved from the building itself to the guards, who to their credit were attempting to be somewhat discreet. Not that any of it would matter within the next few minutes. She tapped her earpiece to open comm channels.

[b][color=A5B0BA]“Magpie. Are we ready?”[/color][/b] 

[b]“Until we’re interrupted by Batman and Robin, sure.”[/b]

Felicia giggled, amused by Magpie's anxieties surrounding the heist. How did Magpie ever do any jobs in Gotham before she met Felicia in Manhattan? They had predicted the ideal point to strike with minimum interruptions. It would’ve taken severe bad luck on Felica’s part for her heist to be disturbed by either vigilante and bad luck was not something that was in her repertoire at this point in her ‘career’ as a professional thief. She couldn’t remember the last time in the past two years where she had a visit by a hero that she couldn’t [i]handle[/i]. Part of it was ego, sure, but it wasn’t like Felicia didn’t have the skill to back it up; fighting against supervillains and “certified crazies” was something she had been doing since she broke free of The Kingpin’s grasp some six to seven years ago.

[b][color=A5B0BA]“Chill, girl. Did you call our friend in the GCPD to turn on the bat signal as a distraction yet?”[/color][/b] 

[b]“She’s on it. I don’t think it’s going to work.”[/b]

Felicia had done a lot to make this heist go off without a hitch. Magpie had vouched personally for a female criminal who she had worked with in the past and Felicia was banking that she hadn’t made a mistake. A criminal who calls them a master of disguise was always valuable and False Face certainly had the right reputation. Despite Magpie’s insistence that this was a bad idea, there was no way that they could say that the plan wasn’t well thought out. 

[b][color=A5B0BA]“Don’t be such a buzzkill! Have faith in the Black Cat of Manhattan.”[/color][/b] 

[b]“I have more faith in the Batman of Gotham.”[/b] Magpie retorted, still on edge by the heist despite weeks of planning.

[b][color=A5B0BA]“I got that the first seven times—a week ago.”[/color][/b]  Felicia quipped as she made for the door to the rooftop of the building she had been holed up in. [b][color=A5B0BA]“Besides, don’t you just love a little [i]danger?[/i] It’s exciting.”[/color][/b] 

Felicia looked at her watch—12:30. It was time.[/indent]