A/N: So sorry for being away for so long. Computer issues. I won't be writing again for awhile, because I need to get some inspiration from the movie! Hope this tides you over
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Felicity's mouth widened and she placed the phone in the receiver as quietly as she could. Oh, my God, she thought. He's a terrorist. He's gotta be a terrorist. Who else would kill people to get money? He's gonna fucking kill me. Oh my God.
Felicity gathered up her clothes from the balcony and was just inches from the door, when Simon returned.
"Leaving so soon?" he asked.
Felicity jumped slightly. "Oh, God, no," she stammered. "I mean, I have to…um…go. Work's, you know…piling up."
Simon raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were fired."
"I mean, well, I'm applying for another job. Preparing résumés and such."
Simon nodded, still a little wary of Felicity's story. "I'll see you again, though, won't I?"
Felicity nodded a little too much. "Of course. Of course."
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Felicity returned to apartment and began pacing back and forth. She must have run her hand through her strawberry-blonde hair a million times.
"Do I report him to the police?" she asked herself aloud. "No, they just fired your ass. Besides, when there's actual trouble, they don't do shit, anyway. Plus you don't even know if he's really a terrorist. He could just be…robbing a bank, or something… And now he's playing with my mind 'cause I'm fucking talking to myself!"
However, Felicity went into her kitchen and grabbed a knife. She slept on the couch with it under her pillow.
The next morning, Felicity dressed and slipped out of her room. "Where're you going?" came a voice.
"Holy shit!" Felicity screamed, jumping a foot high.
Simon leaned in the doorway and grinned. "Didn't mean to startle you there."
"No, it's all right. I'm just not…feeling well."
"So, d'you wanna help in the plan?"
Felicity blinked. "Wh-what?"
Simon advanced on her, and Felicity took a couple paces back. "I know you were listening in on my call."
"I'm sorry. Really, I just picked it up. I'm a really nosey person, I – "
Simon put a finger to her lips. "It's all right…I like that about you."
Felicity didn't know how to react. "B-but I'm a cop."
"Let me remember how you so correctly put it – former cop."
"Yes, but, you can't just get away with stealing, what – a million dollars?"
"Fifty million."
"Fifty million?"
"That would buy a hell of a lot of coffee."
Felicity glanced away. "I…I think I need to lie down."
Simon nodded and watched her return to her room.
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Upon entering her apartment, Felicity immediately dove for her phone. She dialed the number and waited. "Hello?" said a voice from the other end.
"Hey, Adelaide."
"Felicity! How are you?"
"Not so good right now. I need your advice."
"Boy problems?"
"You could say that…I am becoming involved with a terrorist."
"Ooh, then we could become terrorist-girlfriends-in-law."
"Addie, I'm serious! This is a big problem. This is Simon Grüber."
"I don't see a problem with that."
"How easily your mind has been warped. Hans isn't like Simon."
"Simon's gorgeous. Go for it. The cops don't do shit, anyway."
"But – "
"Yeah, I know you're a cop, so this'll probably be harder – "
"I was fired."
"Yeah, so this'll probably be easier…"
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Felicity finished talking with her best friend, but still felt indifferent to any option. She jumped when she heard a light knock on her door. Trembling, she opened it to reveal Simon leaning on the doorway.
"Have you made up your mind?" he questioned.
"No," she replied. "How is it that you can ask me so casually to switch sides?"
Simon gave a laugh. "Felicity, my dear, you make it sound so negative. I just feel that you would be an asset on…this side."
Felicity looked around nervously. "I…"
"What if I told you that there's about five hundred thousand in it for you?"
Felicity blinked, mouth hanging open.
"Still not swayed?" Simon questioned. Then, he stepped forward and kissed Felicity hard on the lips.
"Well," Felicity breathed, composing herself. "I think my answer will have to be yes."
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Simon made a quick call on his cellphone, then said to Felicity, "Well, it's official. We take over the Manhattan Mall early tomorrow morning."
"A mall? We're invading a mall?"
"I'm sorry, are you the terrorist or am I?"
Felicity felt as if she had been slapped in the face. "Sorry."
Simon gave a little grin. "This isn't petty cash I'm after. This mall has a large bank with a large amount of money. And I want you to be a part of that." Simon made his way to the door. "So, I'll be here tomorrow at six o'clock sharp."
Felicity nodded as Simon left. She had a feeling she would not get any sleep that night.