Do what you do best, hide.

Speeding toward the front door your ears pick up the sound of the gunman behind you just in time for you to dive to the side as a stream of ammo rips past you causing the front window to explode out into the night street. Ducking behind hopefully armored attire you inch your way forward till finally you are sure he is once again out of ammo. Taking that moment, you leap up and over the sill of the broken window and onto the street in an amazing display of acrobatics you have to admit you weren't really sure you were capable of. Landing deftly on your obviously reinforced high heels, as they don't collapse, you pivot on the platform under your right toe and make for your car. Sadly you see 4 other men between you and the car, all armed, and wearing very similar drab green coats as the gunman in the store. “Fuck.” You curse under your breath as you continue your turn, slamming your other foot down to kick off a run as you twist, your right foot nearly succumbing to the forces at work as it begins to slide from under you. As if you had planned it, this gives you just the right angle to thrust forward with your now even more powerful legs, and streak away as you catch a glimpse of them, looking basically under you as you begin your run nearly horizontal, pulling up their guns to send you to an early grave.

“Stop that bitch, she saw my fucking face!” You hear from inside the window as you lurch around the first corner you come to and take off with a pace that would put most world class sprinters to shame. You don't make the corner before you hear bullets rip passed you in the night air, but you do manage to make yourself a difficult enough target that none of them hit you. Pulling up your map, as you run down the street, you know it is only 5 blocks to a strip of bars and little shops that will be open, so you should be able to disappear nicely. It doesn't take much time before you hear the howl of a car racing from behind you causing your heart to sink. You know you are fast, but there is no way you can outrun a car. It slides around the corner into view just as you make a decisive move and pull the door open of a hardware store that is closed, using your claws to quickly pick the lock. You have no idea if they spotted you, but you don't want to stay anywhere near the glass front, just in case.

Panting, you realize an hour has passed as the fear gripping you finally subsides and your mind grasps the obvious. They didn't see you.