After coming back to the federal building with Neal and telling Peter where the drop off was, Felicity headed to her apartment to get ready. To pass at seventeen would take a long time. Red platform shoes to make her taller, black and white striped top with a red sweater over it with black skinny jeans for the modern, older teen look, and makeup, lots of it, sold the deal. Felicity looked completely different with it. She had to learn to apply it by watching Youtube videos, but it paid off. You could barely recognize her. Felicity looked in the mirror and sighed. She topped off her outfit with the red headband she had bought, but it looked a little different. Instead of the small, black bead in the center there was the tiny microphone from the FBI. You couldn't even tell it was there, a perfect solution. Felicity smiled in triumph. Colette Harlem was ready to take down Atlier.
The medium sized black bag was across the brown haired criminal genius as she walked into the FBI's office.
"Felicity? I can barely recognize you," Neal said, impressed.
"Hush, Mr. Caffrey. My name is not Felicity. Colette Harlem will be assisting you tonight."
"You take this alias thing seriously," Peter noted.
"I prefer anything besides my real identity, Burke. It's a lot more poetic than my true self."
Peter slapped his hand to his forehead, "Neal! Look what you've done."
"Now what did I do?"
"You've turned her into pint sized you!"
"I'm not sure if I should be insulted or highly flattered. You were the best, Neal, until you got caught… Twice," Felicity/Colette gave him a half smile.
"Oh, I am the best, still," Neal said.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, 'James Bonds'."
"How do you know about that?" Peter asked.
"Don't think I don't keep up on things, Burke." Harlem said mysteriously.
"What is she talking about, Peter?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing, Neal, carry on with your nice two mile prison. Ignorance is bliss, after all." Felicity said cryptically, biting back a grin.
"Peter…" Neal started
"It's 10:45 now, you two get in the truck and head to the location, I'll take my car," Peter said quickly.
"So, where's the microphone?" Peter asked by walkie-talkie. Felicity pointed to the flower on her headband. Jones radioed back to the special agent.
"Clever," Diana said, "You know, you could go far in life, Felicity."
"I am going to go far, just not the kinds of far you're talking about," she grinned mischievously.
"Looks like you're not going to be alone, Felicity. Look at the screen," Jones said, pointing to the one of his left. Two men were with Atlier, with guns. Colette Harlem shuddered. She never liked guns; it shouldn't be someone's decision to take life that is so precious.
"They're probably going to stake out the place then hide. He won't use them unless something goes wrong. Did you hide the cameras well?" Felicity asked nervously.
"There's three. One on the entrance of the alley, one in the back, and one is on the side. If they haven't found them by now, I doubt they will." Diana told her.
"They're not hiding. It looks like he's not planning to send them away. I want two people with me; the arrest will also be easier that way, too."
"No way. This isn't how it's going to be," Peter said in the device.
"It's got to happen this way. Atlier is going to take the money and shoot me. Why else would he bring those two?"
"No, you do this alone. We'll be right with you," Peter insisted.
"I'm not going in then. You can't be there quickly enough when I get a bullet to the head. I'm not going to die for the FBI," Felicity Caidmen said stubbornly.
Peter sighed, "Diana, give Neal your gun. Jones, you and Caffrey will go with Felicity."
Diana handed over her gun unwillingly to Neal. Peter glanced at his watch, 11:15.
"We've got fifteen minutes. Felicities just do your plan normally. When you want us to enter just say, 'chilly night', we'll move in then.
"Cool," she said calmly.
Jones, Neal, and Colette Harlem left the truck at 11:28. The fifteen year old took a deep breath before entering the alley.
"11:30, right on time, Harlem." Jason Atlier said.
"I thought we had an agreement to be alone," Felicity said harshly.
"We did, and you brought people still," Atlier pointed out.
"Well, I couldn't trust you, Jason. It's a good thing, too. Why'd you frame me for the bracelet?"
"To lure you into giving me my money back; it worked," he said, smiling evilly.
"Yep, it did. Clever you, you also have the painting still, I heard. What was it called again?" He told her the title and artist of the missing painting the FBI were investigating.
"I'm impressed. I shouldn't have messed with you, Atlier. I admit it, I was foolish to try and go up against you. Do you still have that sapphire bracelet?"
"Just sold it, were you interested?"
"Maybe a little bit, but it wouldn't be good if I had it, then it would really look like a stole it. If you need middle man, I'm your girl. You know how to contact me," she said with a wink, passing the bag to him.
"Pleasure doing business on a nice night like this," Jason said as he smiled in triumph.
"It sure is a chilly night," Felicity said, smiling as big as Atlier was.
BAM! The doors of the truck burst open and ten FBI agents surrounded Atlier and his goons.
"FBI! Hands in the air, drop your weapons!" Peter shouted. In the bustle of arresting the thieves, Felicity made her move. She pressed the handheld device that cut the camera and audio feed. No one could see her getaway. Next, she unzipped the black bag and pulled out the blue with yellow lettering FBI jacket. The criminal youth took off the headband and took out another item from the travel bag: a black fedora. She flipped the hat on her head, Neal style. She could see the cash clearly now and grinned like a kid in a candy store, because for Felicity, this was her candy store.
Neal glanced over her way and smiled. Felicity winked in returned and disappeared out of the alley.
Disappearing was fun, but what was the point of leaving without a bang? On a whim, Felicity headed over to Peter's car. She picked the lock easily and started to hotwire the car. The engine roared and out of her pocket she pulled her wallet. She changed the ID from her sixteen year old identity, to her twenty one year old driver's license. Felicity had stolen an FBI's car. She drove off.
After all the pandemonium ended, Peter realized Felicity Caidmen was gone.
"Neal! Where's Caidmen?" he practically shouted.
"I don't know! I thought she was with you," Neal replied.
"Diana, Jones! Go find her," he ordered.
The two agents left the alley in search of the criminal mastermind. Peter knew deep inside, they weren't going to find her. If Felicity didn't want to be found, she wouldn't be. He sighed and headed to his car, only it wasn't there. It was right across the alley. He turned in a circle. It was nowhere to be found.
"You've got nerve, Caidmen."
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