Go after him...again.

Mikaela turned back around and looked after the retreating Decepticon in dismay.

"H-Hey, stop!" she called after him timidly.

He completely ignored her and continued on his way. To the safe. To the shard that she'd promised Sam to protect. In other words, she _had _to go after him. Mikaela bit her lip and looked down at herself, her blush deepening again at the sight of her pale privates.

She squatted down to inspect her panties and shorts, but they were no good as well. The sides had been cut, so she'd have to use both her hands if she wanted to hold them up, and she couldn't fight like that! Mikaela tried tugging down on the bottom of her tank top and found some small success, it just barely reached her crotch. It also, unfortunately, left her ass completely uncovered, but Mikaela was out of options.

Picking up her discarded crowbar, she hurried forward, firmly pulling down her tank top to cover her crotch, face still crimson at the feeling of the air on her lower body, and thought of anyone getting a look at her butt and it's embarrassing tan lines. Paranoid at having been tricked already, Mikaela kept glancing over her shoulder, worried her tiny tormentor would swing around behind her again to get another look.

Sadly, this meant that her attention was shifted, and fast walking paired with looking behind one's self doesn't mix too well. Mikaela's foot came down on a mousetrap she'd set up a few weeks ago, the small mechanism snapping shut on her. Thankfully, Mikaela was wearing shoes, so it didn't hurt too much, but it did startle her quite a bit. She let out a loud yelp in surprise, dropped her crowbar again and stumbled forward, falling facedown to the hard concrete floor, her upper body landing in a small puddle.

"Oh, come on..." she muttered, gritting her teeth angrily. "Could today possibly get any worse?" Grumbling, she lifted herself back to her feet....or at least, tried to. As soon as she started to get off the ground, something tugged on her shirt.

"What the hell?" she exclaimed angrily. "Why can't I..." she trailed off as she noticed the source of the puddle. A canister of superglue that had fallen over. Or more likely, been pushed over.

Mikaela swore furiously. "When I get my hands on that little bastard I'm going to burn out his eyes!"

She took a few quick, calming breaths. "OK, it's fine. I've still got my bra on underneath the tank top. Just tear it off, catch the robot, call Sam, and then I can just get dressed again." Mikaela smiled grimly. "And then I can make sure that stupid Decepticon never sees anything ever again!"

Mikaela got on all fours, doing her best not to think about how her legs were spread, and **** herself to her feet, the sound of her shirt ripping loud in her ears. Sighing, she looked down into the puddle of superglue to see her tank top still lying in it...along with her blue sports bra.

Mikaela blinked and brought her hands up to her chest to feel nothing but her bare breasts. Just like her other That was it. She was completely naked, besides her shoes. She stared blankly ahead for a few seconds before her blush slowly engulfed her entire face. She let out a soft whimper and groaned, dropping her head into her hands.

"Why me?" she asked piteously. "What did I do to deserve this?"

A clattering sound of something falling over ahead made her forget her self-pity. The safe! Had he gotten it open yet? She didn't have any time to spare.

"Once this is all over I'm going to a tanning salon," she muttered to herself.