Hand off the package to Hawk

Valerie took a deep breath to calm herself. She knew what she needed to do, she just needed the courage to go through with it.

Her primary objective came first. "Hawk, I'm giving you the painting. Take it and get out of here." she said, kneeling down on the floor. She took off her top and used it to wrap the canvas in the protective fabric. With a firm shove, she slid it under the barrier. The fabric did its job of protecting the work of art on its way through the lasers, although it was vaporized in the process. Hawk bent down and retrieved the painting.

"Got it. But Valerie, what about you?" he asked.

"Get out of here first. I'll rendezvous with you later." she replied, trying her best to ignore her topless state. Hawk agreed reluctantly, making haste to escape before the guards arrived. With the objective secured, Valerie's thoughts turned to her next priority: escaping the room.

While making her way through the room, she had spotted a tiny glass window high up in the wall. It was barely a foot wide, likely used for ventilation. It was a long shot - but if she remembered the building map correctly, it was her only shot. She moved quickly towards the window - thankfully, the edges of the room away from the painting's original location didn't have lasers, meaning she didn't have to worry about them. However, as she ran, she had to use her hands to prevent the jiggling of her boobs. Each step reminded her of just how little she was wearing.

"Valerie, I see you're moving. What are you doing?" asked Iris.

"Sorry. No time." Valerie replied, arriving at the window. Luckily, this one was secured with mechanical latches, which were easy to open from the inside. She looked out, and indeed, like the building map had described, was a balcony one floor below. Now to get down safely, she thought. Her suit fabric's pliability had given her an idea. The only shame was that she didn't have much of it left.

She took off her shorts - the last item of clothing she had. Now naked, she quickly ripped the fabric into small strands, before combining it to make a small length of rope. She tied one end of it to the frame, and tried her best to ignore the rising embarrassment inside her.

Holding the rope, she began to squeeze herself out of the window, trying her best to ignore the protests of her body, while she heard the sound of the doors opening inside the room.