No, so she improvises.

Mackenzie held her breath as her mind scrambled for the numbers of her passcode. Or were they letters. Maybe were there some symbols in there too. Shit!

"I-I don't remember the passcode right now!" she blurted, her fingers tightening around the phone. A long silence came from the operator. Each second feeling like nails on a chalkboard to the nude redhead.

"Well," The operator began. "Then I'm sorry but you'll have to sort this out with the pol-"

"No! no, it's really me, Mackenzie Fairbairn! My birthday is June 14th, um my address is 237 Willow Lane, and, oh god, what was my security question again? That's right it's my childhood pet, Mr. Whiskers, he was a cat! Please, please just don't call the cops."

Another tense silence stretched out between each of her ragged breaths before the operator finally responded. "Verifying now, ma'am."

The alarm's wail made it impossible to think. Mackenzie clutched the counter's edge; her bare skin pressed against cold granite as she waited. She bit her lip and prayed this would work. Then as suddenly as it had starred the alarm stopped. Mackenzie's face lit up as the operator’s voice crackled through the line, "Security code verified. Police dispatch has been canceled, Ms. Fairbairn."

"Thank you," She smiled between ragged breathes as her aching knees finally gave out and her sweaty body slid against the counter and then tile floor until she was lying face down on the ground. She barely cared. Mackenzie had somehow managed to both get back inside and call off a police raid. The nightmare was over.

"Ma'am? Ma'am? Are you still there?" The operate called out. Mackenzie looked down at the phone in her limp hand. Apparently, he still needed something. With a grunt, she flipped herself over and sat up before bringing the phone to her ear.

"Yes, I'm here," She sighed her exhaustion starting to catch up to her now that the adrenaline was dying down. "Is there anything else you need? My social security or credit card number?"

"No no nothing like that." He replied, "But I do need to inform you that until you provide us with your security passcode the system will remain within the Yellow"

"The yellow?" Mackenzie said genuinely unsure what he was talking about.

"Our systems have three tiers of security when active." He explained. "Green is the standard sensor mode and you've just experienced Red."

"Ok so what's yellow?"

"Well for starters," the operator started but before he could finish a buzz rang out on his end startling them both. "Oh, I'm sorry Ms. Fairbairn. I'm receiving another break in alarm. If you need more information, you will just have to check your suer manual. Goodbye."

And with that the line went dead. The dial tone ringing into Mackenzie's ear. The Redhead swallowed feeling a bit nervous. What did Yellow Tier do? Was she at risk of setting off the alarm again? Of calling the cops for real this time. She really needed to remember that passcode. But first things first. Clothes.

"I-I'm sure yellow tier won't be a problem." She told herself as she got up onto her feet and headed upstairs to get dressed.