Part 3: The recruit.
Three days later, on the evening of the third day of jail operations, Sylvia receives a call from her mom saying that she came in contact with an ex-correctional officer who could help them out. Sylvia replies:
Sylvia: Mom, are you kidding? We can’t have any outsiders helping us. This operation is supposed to be as confidential as it gets.
Elizabeth: She isn’t just anyone, Sylvia, she has connections.
Sylvia: What do you mean by connections?
Elizabeth: At that wine bar I attend, she was a server there. It wasn’t busy so we started chatting and connected.
Sylvia: She went from being a correctional officer to a wine server? I don’t follow. You sure she isn’t lying to gain something?
Elizabeth: I find it believable, but regardless, she is going to start working with us in a few days as a side job for extra cash. We will pay her out of the allowance that the cat lady left us.
Sylvia: Hmm okay, thanks for letting me know.
Back at her residence, Chelsea Heights, Felicia puts aside her Black Cat persona and goes back to the civilian Felicia Hardy for a night out. She dresses in a tight fitting black dress that is tight around the butt and chest but gets loose around her thighs and splits on each side to partially show off her legs. This dress shows off her physique as a combination of power, sexiness, and size with her legs being impressively big to indicate that she has bridged the gap between looks and power. Her chosen place of enjoyment tonight is a cocktail bar just across the road called “The Mixer” where she is a regular on Friday nights. When she enters, she becomes like a magnet for attention due to her striking appearance. Felicia looks like this minus the mask: (Photo credit: Promoted by a_plus_collectibles (Instagram page) and is sculpted by @yan_h_sculpts)
She approaches the bar and is served by a waitress who makes eye contact in an odd way as if to indicate jealously. Her head tilts forward, eyes are fixed in place with few blinks, and is squeezing the bottle of wine she just poured a drink for someone with. Felicia finds it a bit odd that her facial expression is unnecessarily tense with eyes that give a penetrating stare, but she takes it as typical given her looks. She is wearing black non-slip shoes with a buttoned up shirt and bowtie that fits well on her thin built and shapely figure. She is professionally dressed, but her tight and butt-lifting dress pants overtake the modest top in emphasis. According to her nametag, her name is “Chloe”. Felicia says:
Felicia: Hey hun, how are we tonight?
Waitress: I am okay. What would you like?
Felicia: What do you recommend?
Waitress: *produces a half smile* I would go with the Night Owl as I tend to prefer the fruitier drinks.
Felicia: You got me sold. I would like that one, please.
Waitress: Oh…that is great to hear. Also, if you are interested, we have a private snug space upstairs for yourself or a date you may have. Admission is 50 bucks for just you or your date to drink alone.
Felicia: Great, I will take a look once I wind down. Thank you.
Once Felicia receives her drink, she makes her way around the bar socializing in sporadic conversations about her phony portfolio in gold trading. An hour before closing time, as the majority of patrons exit, she takes the opportunity to go up to the snug for a private conversation with Elizabeth. She takes out the radio from her purse and says:
Felicia: Black Cat checking in, are the inmates behaving?
Elizabeth: Everything is running smoothly here.
Felicia: Please give me a more detailed report than that. *She asks as she finishes her cocktail*
Elizabeth: How are you feeling?
Felicia: What do you…..ma……wa? What the fra..fuck is….thiszz
Elizabeth: See you soon. *Elizabeth hangs up*
The radio slips out of Felicia’s hand on the table, but she puts it back into her purse knowing not leave anything incriminating as she tries to get up. Once up, she tries to walk but stumbles to her knees and then onto her stomach. She then hears footsteps and has just enough vision left to make out that it is Chloe! The waitress that served her! She spiked her drink with a sedative after connecting with Elizabeth. While standing tall over Felicia, Chloe says:
Chloe: I don’t know who you are lady, but I know enough to figure that the people who live in that apartment of yours are a bunch of financier frauds. You are no exception.
Felicia: *Struggling to stay conscious* Ya…you did this?
Chloe: A lady I connected with tipped me off about where you live, plus I can’t stand the way you dress as I have seen you here before whoring around.
Felicia: You…… can’t handle show stealerszz…..can you?
Chloe: This is my show now. *Felicia passes out on her stomach*
