<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/BlackCatBA.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Felicia Hardy<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Black cat<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Jungle, West of Buenos Aires<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Wade Wilson<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Felicia wasn’t truly surprised when the man materialized right in front of her. Her instincts had been telling her she was being watched long before the stranger had made his presence apparent. His behavior however was surprising. Where her muscles had readied for a battle – who else but a foe would be trudging through the jungle – he reacted to her presence like a horny fratboy. His rather pathetic attempts at pick-up lines made her frown. He was obviously well-armed and well-equipped, but his behavior was in sharp contrast to that. The crimson-clad stranger’s final remark made her utter a disgusted<strong>“ugh”</strong>as she crossed her arms underneath her chest. Why on earth was she such a magnet for creeps and losers – not to mention the creepy losers? Even in the middle of the bloody rain forest they managed to find her.<br/><br/><strong> “Nice try cowboy… Mind telling me who the hell you are?” </strong>Even though she felt no immediate danger any more, she still was cautious. Just because the man appeared to be a harmless idiot, it might all be a ruse. A rather strange tactic, but not impossible. She scanned the edges of the clearing for any hints of movement. If this was an ambush, the man in front of her might have been sent ahead to distract her, with the real attack coming from her blind side. If that were the case, the stranger was certainly keeping up the act rather well.<br/>