Following the severe beating, Hammerheads thugs departed the residence with Felicia in tow. During transport, Felicia had managed to regain consciousness, but the injuries she sustained made it difficult to focus. Her mask had managed to save her from any severe facial wounds but her chest was badly bruised to accompany a number of broken ribs. She was coherent enough to overhear chatter amongst the thugs as they drove away in a van. The gossip they discussed was the chance capturing of the "White Widow," and how their "boss," would be pleased. It was then Felicia remembered these were Hammerhead's thugs and they were likely taking her to Hammerhead himself. She sighed heavily, realizing the gravity of the situation she was in. Unfortunately for her, any chance of escape was moot as she'd been bound at her arms and legs.

"So…so dumb," Felicia thought as she reflected on her previous actions. She wondered why at the moment, compassion had suddenly made its way to the forefront for James. Her marks, criminals, weren't exactly the sort to inspire sympathy, and yet his death didn't sit well with her. Perhaps her altruism was just residuals from her heroic days when her former lover, Spiderman, had convinced her to put her skills to benevolent ends. In any case, she'd need to be on the receiving end of compassion as they had finally arrived at their destination. They had parked just outside an old warehouse along the Chicago harbor. Its exterior read as abandoned but its interior had been furnished into an impromptu headquarters for the gang. Two thugs took Felicia by her underarms and proceeded to drag her down a hall in the warehouse. Her heart began to race as they drew near an office, her mind trying to think of a solution to her situation. Before her mind could figure something the thugs reached the room, whereupon they threw Felicia down onto the floor. She glanced up to see the backside of a hulking figure of a man dressed in blue pinstripe suit, who she knew immediately was Hammerhead. He was flanked by several members of his gang, smoking a cigar, blowing a large puff of smoke as he turned his attention to Felicia on the floor.

"The hell took you so long and who the hell is this?" He scowled at his subordinates.

The two thugs posture immediately stiffened, their boss's words gripping them with a modicum of fear, as they directed their attention towards him. They glanced at each other briefly, unsure who would answer, before the one who shot James finally spoke.

"It's that White Widow Chick, Boss. She was trying to steal the drive."

"And the drive?"

"It's right here Boss," the man said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the drive that had previously been in Felicia's possession.

"Damn it," Felicia muttered as she saw Hammerhead grab hold of the drive.

Hammerhead grinned slightly as he held the drive in his hand, a sizable chunk of Kingpin's wealth now in his possession.

"And James Edwin?" Hammerhead inquired.

"D-dead boss."

"What," Hammered replied as the slight elation he had been feeling vacated, a pang of mounting anger taking its place.

"I shot em' Boss, I thought he was lying."

Hammerhead grit his teeth before charging the man, throwing his cigar to the ground as he grabbed hold of the man and slammed him against a wall.

"When I ask you bring someone to me, you bring them to me ALIVE! How the hell are we supposed to get to the rest of Kingpin's money now!?"

"I-I'm sorry boss. I messed up. It won't happen again."

"Yeah, you're right about that."

Hammerhead grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him violently forward, slamming his forehead into the man's skull. The man's head snapped back, slamming against the wall behind him, leaving a fresh splatter of blood to paint the indent his head had left. The man fell to the ground dead , falling just beside Felicia, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Hammerhead had earned his namesake for a reason. Hammerhead looked around at his men, a stream of blood falling between his eyes.

"Anyone else have any bright ideas?"

Silence among the men was the collective response, their fear affirming their unwillingness to disobey their boss's orders. Hammerhead wiped the blood from his face, before he glanced at the drive that was in his hand, remembering that it had almost been stolen from him by the rival criminal lying on the floor in front of him.

"Aw hell," Felicia thought as Hammerhead turned his attention to her.

"Get her on her knees," he ordered. Two thugs sprang into action, racing towards Felicia and lifting her onto her knees.

"Thought you could get your hands on this huh?"

Felicia remained silent, her view only slightly directed towards Hammerhead. Her identity had not yet been revealed, the thugs who had previously capturing showing remarkable reservation to uncovering her identity. She didn't recognize any of Hammerhead's men, most likely new associates who hadn't yet been promoted to made members. She knew Hammerhead though, having been hired by him for a number of heists in the past. Their working relationship had soured when Felicia decided to "relieve," him of a number of his own personal goods at the request of another rival Maggia family. There was the faintest hope in her that he wouldn't unmask her and opening to escape may suddenly arise.

"Come on think, think," she thought as she tested the strength of the bonds holding her. They held firm unfortunately, and with two of Hammerhead's thugs standing at each of her sides, she knew the security would be very difficult to bypass.

"White Widow huh? Let's take a peak under that mask," Hammerhead said as he drew his left hand forward.

"Oh no, no, no, no. Ah damn it!" The thought screamed in Felicia's head as Hammerhead pulled the mask from her face. She kept her head down, hoping that he wouldn't immediately ascertain her identity. Unfortunately for Felicia, Hammerhead's anger had an eidetic effect of not letting him forget individuals who transgressed against him. He blinked suddenly, before his eyes suddenly widened at the realization of who she was.

"You've got be kidding me," he stammered.

Hammerhead's thugs looked at each other, unsure of the revelation their boss had made.

"Boss, you know this chick?"

He grabbed her by the chin, directing her towards him, and affirming the realization he made.

"It's Black Cat, definitely," he said sternly.

The name resounded amongst the men as they began murmuring between each other.

"Black Cat!?"

"Thought that chick died."

"Damn…she is fine."

Felicia rolled her eyes as she overheard the gossip amongst the thugs, feeling bitter that her identity was exposed. She looked at Hammerhead with an annoyed expression.

"Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag," she said.

"Just when I thought my luck couldn't get any better. I might've lost out on the rest of Kingpin's money, but this more than makes up for it!" He shouted gleefully as he lifted Felicia by her throat and pressed her against a wall. Her bound hands pressed into her back as Hammerhead held her firm against the wall.

"The hell you doing here in Chicago?"

Her heart raced, she needed to be careful in the information she divulged lest they find out about Jason.

"Kingpin muscled me out of New York. Girl's gotta operate somewhere."

"Cat, I didn't forget about all that stuff you stole from me for Don Cicero."

"If it's any consolation, half of it was fake anyway."

"Oh trying to be smart aye?" He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a pistol which aimed directly at Felicia's face. "Why don't I pump you full of nine bullets? Take care of all your nine lives," he said as he gritted his teeth.

From the soulless pupils that glared at her with a murderous intent, she knew she needed to act quick. It was moments like this that time seemed to slow down for Felicia, as if fate were providing her the means to contemplate an escape. She was still firmly bound and even if she could escape her restraints, she didn't have the strength to take on all the individuals in the room. She concluded that her best chance of escape would have to be diplomatic.

"Well I'd hate for you to do that! With Kingpin outta the picture, there's gonna be a lotta money up for grabs."

He pulled his pistol back. Though she didn't make her proposition obvious, Hammerhead had taken the hint. He thought about the drive she had tried to steal from him. He realized that she had relatively no difficulty in acquiring the drive, having actually stolen it before his own men could. It occurred to him, he could utilize her skills in acquiring a number of other drives he coveted as part of his plan to consolidate control of New York's underworld.

"So, you had no problem finding the drive. How about you find me a couple of more?"

"Well, I guess I could do that. In exchange for?" She said coyly.

"In exchange I don't kill you. Plus..." He put his pistol back into his suit and then reached into his pocket and pulled out the drive. "You can have this."

"There's gotta be 100 million in that drive, at least! The hell does Hammerhead got planned?" Felicia thought. Though she knew he could, and probably would, renege on payment to even offer that amount of money meant he had something much bigger in store.

"Yeah, I could do that," she answered.

"Good, you're working for me and me only. If I find out you're helping any of the other families, I'm gonna bash your head in with my bare hands. Boys," Hammerhead said as he snapped his fingers at his men. Two men took hold of Felicia and stood her up on her feet.

"And Cat, you think about running and I'll let the all other families know of your location. They'll be very happy to see you again. Get her out of here."
One of the men cut the bounds around Felicia's legs and then proceeded to walk her out of the warehouse along with two of his other comrades while one stayed behind and took instruction from Hammerhead. They walked her back to the van, having her sit in the back, still tied at the wrist with two thugs by her side. They waited for their other associate who had stayed back before departing. He arrived not long after, taking a seat across Felicia before ordering the driver to leave the premises. He filled in Felicia with limited details of what she was to steal, giving her a contact number and a schedule of when the heists were to occur. They drove for a couple of miles before stopping on the outskirts of Downtown Chicago. The area they stopped in was dilapidated and not frequented by many passer goers. They undid the bounds around her wrists before sliding the van door open and ejecting her out of the vehicle.

"And don't forget this!" One of the men yelled as he threw a duffel bag at Felicia, containing her equipment. The van then drove off, the screeching of the tires accompanying a collection of laughter that echoed away.

"Pfft, men," Felicia sighed.

She opened the duffel bag to find her gear in ruins. Her tablet had been smashed, her grappling gun was in pieces, and the rest of her gear was no where near functional. She sighed as she lifted up her mask, which had been broken in two, before throwing it back into the bag. The only un-ruined piece in the bag was a jacket that didn't belong to her. She wasn't sure if Hammerhead's thugs were being courteous, as she was still in uniform, or it had accidentally been packed in when they were putting her stuff back. In any case, she put the jacket as cover, throwing the duffel bag across her right shoulder and began her way back home. Along the way she massaged her sides, which were still sore from her previous beating. She walked a bit before she recognized the Brown line station which could take her home. She got on the subway and rested her head against the glass window.

"God….I really screwed up. Goddamnit," she painfully thought.

Her mind was divided on what to do. Though she had agreed to Hammerhead's demands, the risk to Jason withdrew any serious consideration she had on the matter. The downside of denying of Hammerhead, would be potentially dealing with vengeful Maggia members now aware of her location. Running seemed to her the most logical choice, though not one she'd pursue enthusiastically. She figured, however, with her body badly injured and her mind fatigued from the night's events, that resting would be her priority she concluded on the matter. After a few stops she got off the subway and proceeded towards her home nearby. She turned around the corner, before she froze in place at the sight of police vehicles outside her home.