Felicia reached into her belt and fished out the set of keys she had snagged from earlier. At the speed of light, her nimble fingers set to work unlocking the cage as Harry stood idly by, curiosity brimming within him. He questioned just what made this assistant so loyal to him and he couldn't help but wonder what had driven her into being that way. But he kept his thoughts to himself, hoping he would get the chance to ask later.

The click of the lock sounded more like music to Harry's ear than anything else. At last, he would be free from this Hell. Harry stepped out from the doorway and smiled graciously at Felicia who stood to the side cautiously. "Shall we?" Harry swung his arm around in the direction of the corridor. Felicia did nothing but take a heavy breath. Her heart was thudding against her chest at a million miles per hour, therefor breathing seemed to be the only thing on her mind.  

"I don't think right now is the most opportune moment to question ourselves," added Harry. Felicia turned to him, a grim, yet determined look crawling its way onto her features that were made visible by the flashing, red alarms. 

Felicia squinted her eyes as she contemplated an escape plan when finally something came to her. A leather coated hand appeared from Felicia as she held it out towards Harry. "Do you trust me?" she asked. Just then, the rumbling of feet came echoing down the hallway, indicating the arrival of guards. Harry laced his fingers with hers and the next thing he knew, they were flying off in the direction of the guards. 

"Are you crazy?" Harry gasped.

Felicia smiled, "Probably." 

From beside her, Harry saw Felicia pull something from her belt just as they came face to face with the guards. "Hello boys," she smiled and stepped forward, releasing Harry from her grip. 

"Hand over the prisoner and no one will get hurt." Exclaimed what looked to be the chief warden as he stood at the head of the group. 

Felicia chuckled, "Where's the fun in that?" Without giving them time to think, she leapt directly in the line of sentries and then the room erupted in shouts.

"Open fire!" screamed the warden. But, no one shot. Every guard just stared at their guns with confusion as they clicked and groaned with protest. With them preoccupied, Felicia and Harry stormed passed the herd and went dashing down the hallway. 

Harry stared at her incredulously as he ran, "What the Hell did you just do?"

Felicia showcased the mysterious device she had previously pulled from her belt. "No time to explain. Let's just say this baby has a way with guns, but it might need some time to recharge," she answered before shoving it back onto her belt. Harry laughed with amazement, but it soon faded when they heard the guards begin their chase from behind them.

They quickly picked up their pace and found themselves in the lobby. Outside the doors, police cars encircled the exit, armed officers aiming their pistols and rifles at their chests. The car's headlights illuminated the room, partially blinding both Harry and Felicia. "Any chance that thing's done charging?" Harry asked hopefully.

Felicia sighed, "I wish." 

"Great..." Harry muttered. 

"That doesn't mean I don't have a few other tricks up my sleeve, though," Felicia chimed. In an instant, the guards came barreling out from behind them.  Felicia hardly acknowledged them as she stepped forward to address the police officers in front of them. "I see you have us surrounded. That's quite unfortunate... But, I suppose I've been in worse situations." 

Like a bolt of lightning, Felicia reached back into her belt and pulled another device, then threw it to the ground. Bullets hammered against the wall behind them as smoke cloaked every inch of the room. Harry quickly identified it as a smoke grenade when he noticed the gas emanating from the device.

Harry coughed and attempted to swat away the smoke in hopes to regain his vision when out popped the same hand that had grabbed his own earlier. Felicia's grinning face appeared through the haze and took his arm. "Almost there." 

Apparently, Felicia knew exactly where she was going. How she did, Harry had no idea, though he followed her anyway- not like he had much of a choice. The smoke cleared and as Harry glanced around at their surroundings, he realized they were no longer inside the Institute, but in the side parking lot. "Come one, we still have a ways to go," Felicia instructed, tugging gently on Harry's forearm.

They continued on, not daring to look back in fear that they were being trailed. Moments later, they found themselves entering the city. Felicia removed her mask, rubbed her eyes, then ran her fingers through her dark hair. "My apartment is just down the street. We should be safe there for a while."

Felicia's apartment was almost spotless if you ignored the various papers strew across the floor, which in Harry's mind was quite unusual for a girl her age. Not to mention, everything she owned looked new and top of the line, from her living room rug to her plasma screen TV that hung just above an elegant fireplace, a perk to living on the top floor. There was no way an assistant could afford such fixtures.

"Nice huh?" Felicia commented as she double locked her door. 

Harry raised an eyebrow, "My father must have really liked you."

"You don't think I was just your father's assistant, do you?" Felicia chuckled, walking down a hallway and disappearing into one of the rooms. She resurfaced moments later, wearing only a velvet robe. 

Harry looked at the floor, "You and him were..."

Felicia scrunched her face, "Ew. Not what I meant."

"Oh!" Harry laughed nervously. 

"I meant that your father isn't the only person I've worked for. Why else would I have all my little gadgets?" She inquired. 

Harry took a seat on the couch after shoving away a few stray papers, "I don't follow."

Felicia rolled her eyes and sat down beside him on her own leather love seat. "I guess there's no need to lie anymore. I'm a cat burglar...-Wow that sounded a lot cooler in my head." she said half to herself. "Anyway, I came to Oscorp-"

"To steal my money." Harry finished.

Felicia bit her lip, "Well when you put it that way."

A smile materialized on Harry's lips, "I guess you weren't very successful." He pointed to the piece of paper at his feet that very clearly stated of Felicia's imminent departure from her job. 

Felicia shrugged, "Wasn't my best effort, I suppose." 

"Well Felicia, all I can say is now that you've released me, I can promise you whatever your little heart desires."

Author's Note: I know, this took way too long to update. I'm awful. Anyway, now that Harry's free some juicy things can finally take place, amiright?