Nearly two days had passed since the incident at Ravencroft. At her apartment, Felicia sat lost in thought about her situation. As much as she wanted to help Harry, Felicia knew that the entire idea was completely insane. For all she knew, Harry could turn on her at any moment, or she could get caught and land herself a spot behind bars, leaving her to end up just like the man she was trying so desperately to help. "I owe him..." she muttered absent mindedly.

Outside her window, darkness began to creep over the city. Though, the moon and countless street lamps made the street below more than visible. A soft knock on her door snapped the young girl out of her thoughts. She left her spot on the couch and looked through the peep hole above her door. Standing just behind it was an unfamiliar man clothed in a formal suit. In his hand, a small stack of papers were clutched tightly, bending them slightly.

Reluctantly, Felicia turned the knob and now was faced with the man. "Hello, Miss Hardy?" he asked.

Felicia nodded, her curiosity towards him burning. "What can I do for you? You obviously aren't here to sell me Girl Scout Cookies."

The man didn't even blink. "The executives at Oscorp sent me to deliver these to you."

"What are they?" She queried, as he handed her the papers.

"Not my business to know." He exclaimed before walking away without another word.

Felicia sighed, shut her door, and walked back over to her couch to examine the sheets in detail. In the upper right hand corner, the Oscorp seal was printed prominently.

Dear Ms. Hardy,

We regret to inform you that your employment with Oscorp has been terminated and is effective immediately. While you were a valuable employee, your lack of compliance concerning Mr. Osborn has led us to dismiss your services with us.

As Felicia's eyes scanned each word, she became more and more enraged. When she finished reading her own termination letter, Felicia threw the pile of papers to the ground, scattering them all around her apartment. She left the living room and disappeared into her bedroom. Only moments later, Felicia stepped out dressed head to toe in black. Clinging tightly to her body was a spandex catsuit and around her eyes was a mask that hid away her identity from any law force or pedestrian.

Her mind was made up. It was time to rescue her friend who was hidden away at Ravencroft. Felicia unscrewed the hinges of her window and leapt out. She began to plummet towards the asphalt, her black hair thrashing wildly in the breeze. Before her body could slam into the ground, Felicia shot out a grappling hook from her sleeve and swung up the side of the nearest building, beginning her journey to the Institute.

Felicia squinted her eyes, looking closer inside the darkened building. A single guard was visible sitting at the receptionist desk. In fact, it was the man she had taken the keys from earlier that week. Her plan buzzed within her mind frantically, while at the same time she prayed it would work out.

Finally receiving the courage, Felicia began her descent towards the Institute. Before she was within eye sight, Felicia shut off what electricity she could with a remote designed specifically to do so. Now in front of the entrance, she saw the guard curiously examining his desk lamp that had just shorted out.

Felicia thumped her knuckles gently against the glass door. The guard's head shot up from his newspaper, pen still in hand from doing the daily crossword puzzle. Felicia flashed a shy smile, causing him to stand and walk over, shock covering every inch of his face. From his pocket, came a loop of keys as he unlocked the only thing in her way of getting inside.

"It's good to see you again," she greeted.

The man smirked, "Where'd you disappear to, anyway?"

Felicia sighed, "Not you concern." At that, she kneed the man directly in the groin. As he bent down in pain, Felicia took the opportunity to swing her leg around and strike him in the face, thus knocking him unconscious.

Taking hold of his arms, Felicia began to drag the unmoving man into a nearby supply closet and out of sight. Now, came the fun part. Before taking off, Felicia admired her work proudly. From here on out, she only had one task; saving Harry Osborn.

It was time. Felicia plucked the keys, which she had received just days earlier from the unsuspecting guard, from her belt. Then, she started her strut down the corridors.

Much to her luck, almost every patient was in a deep slumber. That way, no one paid her the slightest attention. At last, she strode in front of her friend's prison. Inside, Harry sat huddled on the floor, staring somewhere off into the distance, oblivious to the real world.

Felicia used her finger to tap the glass, alerting him of her presence. At first, the crazed looking boy didn't even seem to notice. It wasn't until she called out his name softly did his eyes come into focus.

"That was faster than I thought," Harry commented as a smile made its way to his lips.

Felicia began to unlock the door. "I'm good at what I do," she responded, not taking her eyes off the lock.

"Yes, and what is that, exactly?" Harry questioned further.

A single beeping tone sounded to alert her of the now open door. "I'm your assistant."

Harry smirked, "That, you are." He then, stepped out from his cell, not moving his eyes from Felicia's. "What's next?"

"Let's get you out of here first. Then, we'll talk."

Author's Note: Sorry that it took me so long to update!! I've been really busy and I also went to the lake on Tuesday and have had absolutely no internet. Yesterday, I was finally able to connect to wifi, but it was at the place I was having my birthday dinner, so my mom made me get off the phone. D: Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'll be back on Sunday, so hopefully I can start writing the next chapter by then.