Max gets home.

It didn't take Max long to figure out where the cops had taken her, barely more than a few blocks away from the roadblock where they had stopped her. Thankfully her bike had still been there, pushed off to the side of the road.

She would survive, she was strong and able to adapt. Her upbringing in Manticore had made sure of that. The night had been disgusting and degrading, the things they made her say, made her do. But what worried her more was how much she had enjoyed it and the affect that **** had had on her.

Straddling her bike she looked down at where they had injected her. She shook her head and tried to put the memories behind her. In the safety of daylight the ride back to her apartment was quick and she soon found herself resting heavily against her apartment door, exhausted. She just wanted to stay home and sleep all day. But she had missed a lot of work recently and she didn't know how much farther she could push it before her boss, Normal, finally fired her.