-New York City, Midnight-
The only sounds to be heard were the sounds of cars, driving down below on the streets. It was one of those nights. Nights perfect for a cat burglar. A night perfect for Felicia Hardy.
She was perched 2 buildings away from a tower she closely watched. She pulled out binoculars from her satchel, which was wrapped around her torso. Although she couldn't see much in the dark night. The only light source being the bright-white moon reflecting off her pale-white hair.
As she stared at the seemingly ominous building, she couldn't help but feel paranoid. She had been told countless times before that Wilson Fisk was a man not to be trifled with. Yet here she was. "Felicia, you're going to be fine." She told herself, "If everything goes according to plan, you'll be set for years. You won't have to resort to thieving anymore."
The tower, of course, belonged to Fisk. With Spiderman occupied with a recent prison breakout, and no-one else there to potentially stop her, she was ready. This was it. Yet she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched.
She looked to the clock tower 4 buildings left of her: 12:30 A.M. It was time. As she leaped to the next building, her hair shining in the moonlight, she felt, deep down, that something was wrong. But that didn't matter. She had a mission to accomplish.