different

Why me?

"A USB?" I ask.
She nods, and stuffs it deep inside her back pocket.
"But it's not just any USB. It's special, that's why those guys were chasing me. Catching on?"
I nod.

"But why do you need me? What do I have to do with this?" I ask.
"For reasons," she says.
"That's not an answer." I say back.

She sighs.
"Why do you have to ask so many questions?"
"Why!? Because you freaking snatched me from the subway!"
"Felicity, I didn't snatch you, I merely borrowed you."

"That doesn't make it any better!" I snap.
"And may I ask how you know my name?"
"I've been doing some important research on people who could help me."

"What?" I question.
She sighs deeply, sounding slightly annoyed.
"I..."
She points to herself.
"Was searching around the Internet..."
She points to her black phone in her pocket.
"For someone to help me. And I chose you."
She points to me.
"Savvy?"

I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. So she continues.
"I need your set of skills, your techniques."
"So you found me on the Internet?"
"Yes..."
"But you can't do that on a regular computer, you'd have to have......"

She smiles.
"Ding ding ding! You figured it out. I snuck into a high security government building to steel this USB stick, from the science and technology department."

"How?" Is all that comes out of my mouth, as I stare at her in awe.
"Let's just say, I've done this a couple times."
"But why?" I ask.

"Well, to use the computers, to get information, and supply's, and now this."
She pats her USB stick in her pocket.
"I still don't understand why you chose me?"
She catches my gaze, and her electric blue eyes seem to shine brighter.
Air catches in my throat, and I find myself sliding back to the wall.

"Because I think you have potential. I've seen your file. You major in science and technology, and you have your way with computers. Your independent, and I can see that for myself. You also know karate, and I've heard you want to learn parkour?"
"I already know parkour," I say.

It's true, I do know parkour, I mean, I'm not the best at it, I rarely practice, only once in a while. But I am pretty good.

"That's good, because I know it to. And if you say yes to helping me, you'll get to do it a lot."
"What exactly a I helping you with? and what am I going to be doing?"
She shrugs her shoulders, "Stuff."

"Stuff, isn't an answer, and what's in it for me."
She smiles, a goofy smile.
"Fun," she says simply.
"Nope. Not doing it."
Her smile fades.
"Why? Please? I promise it's important."
Her face turns serious.
"It's very important."

Can I trust her?
Is this a trick?
What happens if I say yes?
What happens if I say no?
Is it really that important?

"Felicity!?" She says, snapping her fingers in front of my face, breaking my train of thought.

"Don't call me that," I say.
"What? Your name?" She asks.
"Yes," I retort.
"Then what do I call you?"
"Call me Flick."

"You realize that's still a girl name right?" She asks kind of amused, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"Yeah, but it's better than Felicity, and actually, it can be for guys too," I defend.
"Okay," she says.
"Flick, are you in?"
"I don't know, breaking into government property is kind of illegal," I say.
She snorts.
"Hell yeah it is, but I do it anyways, and this is important. You don't know how much I need you right now."

I stare at her blankly.

"Please?" She repeats.
"Please please please please?"
I still don't say anything, so she takes a step closer to me.

"What do you want in exchange for helping me? Huh?"
I pause to think for a moment.

"Tell me what I'm helping you with, and I'll help you."
She sighs, and takes a step back.
"Seriously Flick?"

I don't know why? But when my name rolls off her tongue, it somehow sounds better.
Even when she says Felicity.

"What? You said anything!" I snap.
"No I didn't!"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"Noooooooo."

"Why can't you tell me?" I ask.
"Because I don't know what it is!" She exclaims, throwing her hands in the air.
"What?" I ask.
She runs her hand over her face in frustration.
"I don't know what this mission is about, and I don't know what's on the USB."
"How can't you know?" I ask.

"I know it's important, that's all.
Before my mother died, she gave a slip of paper she'd kept on her at all times. It was a puzzle of some sort, with coordinates and numbers."
She smiles as if reliving a memory, a sad one.

"'Be the girl you were meant to be to the world.' Those were her last words to me.
And when I searched up the numbers, I realized that they were coordinates, it showed me the science and technology laboratory down town. Then everything started to unravel, clues my mother left me."

"Why couldn't they do it themselves?" I ask.

"For most of their life they spent looking, and searching for whatever they were doing, and when the time of realization came, it was time to pass it down.
So I became a ninja, stealth, and hidden, I love it."

"So what your saying, is, that you want us to break into one of the most protected and watched buildings in the city, and go on an idiotic 'adventure' that might just get us killed?"
She grins.
"Sounds about right."
I grin back.
"This better be worth it," I say.

We shake hands.
"Then it's a deal."