A/N: SORRY EVERYONE! i was on vacation for the longest time! too long. i finally got the die hard trilogy, so i could watch them. this chapters a bit short, but its the onli thing i could do. ill write a longer one to make up for it - i promise. sorry again thanks for being patient
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Felicity tossed and turned all night. What was the problem? She wasn't a cop. And these people weren't robbers. They were terrorists – in other words – professionals. Before she knew it, there was a loud pounding at her door.
"Felicity?" came Simon's muffled voice. "Felicity, my dear, if you do not open this door, I'm afraid I'll have to knock it down."
Felicity got up, dressed hastily, then opened her apartment door.
"Ready?" he asked.
Felicity paused, then nodded. "Ready."
Simon and Felicity walked down the stairwell and out onto the crowded New York City streets. "So, how're we getting there?" Felicity asked.
"The only way you can get anywhere in New York," Simon said. "Taxi."
Simon hailed a taxi and in about fifteen minutes, they had reached the Manhattan Mall. Felicity kept looking around nervously. "Where are the others?"
"If everything's in order, then they are all in their required positions. A dozen people in a mall might look a bit suspicious, don't you agree?"
Felicity nodded; it was one of the only things that she and Simon had agreed on in the past twenty-four hours.
Simon looked at his watch. "Well, we have some time. Shall we grab a cup of coffee?" They grabbed a drink from Starbucks and sat down at a table in the food court. "Nervous?" Simon asked, smiling.
"Yeah," Felicity admitted. "Like, for ten years, I was a cop. I could handle any kind of situation. I took out five guys when I was outnumbered. I…" Felicity looked up at Simon. Oh, God, she thought. What if he thinks I'm gonna back out. He's gonna kill me. Felicity masked her nervousness with laughter. "But hey, I'll get over it. So what's the plan?"
Simon looked skeptically at Felicity. "Well," he began in a hushed voice. "At exactly ten o'clock, the power will go out for precisely thirteen seconds. At that time, the security around the safe will be lifted momentarily. Nils will be cracking the other codes, while a distraction is made."
"Oh. Who's making the distraction?"
"You."
"What? How am I supposed to do that?"
"Well, just buy a pizza, then take it back and pretend it's a bit off. I just need you to scream and make a big deal of it."
"Like you did in the apartment?"
"Exactly."
"Will that work?"
Simon shrugged. "Fingers crossed, yeah."
"And then what?"
Simon looked around to see if anyone was watching. "Well, then one by one we all make our way to the safe."
"But aren't there people guarding it?"
"Yes, but Nils and Berndt will place a device in the safe, allowing it to be opened again tonight."
"You mean we're coming back?"
"Yes. But isn't fifty million dollars worth it?"
"Not if we get caught."
"Felicity, you must stop looking at the glass half-empty." Simon smiled and finished off the rest of his coffee.
Felicity was biting her lip so hard that she drew blood. Her knuckles were white for she was gripping onto her chair like it was going to tip over at any moment.
"Are there any questions?"
"No, but I think that woman over there just heard everything you said."
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A/N: dum dum duuuuuuuummmmm! lol takea guess who that woman is, and ill tell you when i get back from my grandmas. gah, more things keeping me away from the computer...