The marvellous spider-man

Chapter 29

One Year Later

Felicia Hardy had followed in her father's footsteps from thievery, to jail, and now to the walk out of jail.

Enough was enough after all, she thought as she walked away from the iron clad prison. Despite fond memories of her father she was tired of that life. As far as she was concerned the days of the infamous Cat Burglar and his daughter the Black Cat were over. It was time to start a new life, as far away from the scene of her crimes as possible.

Felicia Hardy was an attractive blonde girl of fifteen dressed in an elegant black dress, which clashed against the harsh prison behind her. Felicia wondered about that dress actually. Strangely enough she should have had a few more years before she was released. She had been tried as an adult for her crimes after all, but some unknown figure had paid her significantly expensive bail and set her free, leaving her this dress for when she got out. Felicia was not one to waste a bit of good luck, but she wasn't about to trust a total stranger either.

She was getting out of New York, now.

Fortunately her father had an account for emergencies that would just do the trick, and she memorized all the necessary information. All she had to do was access a public computer, order plain tickets, and be on her way. The computers at the library would do.

She hailed a taxi and got in.

"New York Public Library please," she said.

"Well hello miss Hardy," said a deep voice with a southern accent. "How are you on this fine day?"

Felicia didn't like the sound of that voice. She knew it too well, and didn't like the idea of being cooped up with this stern looking man as the car started moving.

"Is that you Montana?" she asked suspiciously, but with a soft voice. "When did you get out of jail? "

"Last night," said Montana. "The same way you did I believe."

Drat, thought Felicia, that means this meeting isn't a coincidence.

"Would you please let me out Montana?" she said as sternly as she could. "Right now?"

"Relax sugar," said Montana. "I'm taking to where you wanted. Library right?"

That was true. Felicia did notice that the car had been going in the right direction. So far.

"Fine," said Felicia with. "But if you so much as miss a turn I'm getting off this taxi. And please don't call me sugar. I'm not your sweetie."

"Well you certainly aren't spicy," said Montana. "Seriously. You were always too sweet a girl for our side of the law. Sweet and polite...and you use the word 'please' too much. You really were too good for that worthless father of yours anyway."

"Leave my father out of this," said Felecia angrily. "What do you want anyway?"

"Well," said Montana. "We have need of your particular set of skills. You see the guy my Enforcers are working for has something big planned for a certain someone who has made crime pretty much a fantasy in New York. I believe he's the guy who busted you right?"

"Yeah," said Felicia, dredging up a not so pleasant memory. She was in a museum dressed in platinum blonde wig, a black leotard, and a small black mask. She said, "I was after that diamond in the New York museum, and was about to make my getaway when I got caught in something. It turned out to be webs from that Spiderman guy. Kind of a surreal experience, you know? I was leaping out the window I left open and I was suddenly suspended in mid-air. It took a moment to realize what I was caught in. Now I know how a fly feels when he gets caught in a web."