On the run

Nilin hurried through the dirty streets of the Neo Paris slums, carefully stepping around passed out vagrants and the many piles of garbage in the streets. None of the buildings looked like they were in good condition, most smelled faintly of booze. She had just escaped the The Bastille prison and needed to lay low. There was a safehouse she'd been told to seek out, but it was miles away, and in the twisting alleys of the slums, that meant several hours on foot. And Nilin didn't even have proper footwear, or even clothing for that matter.

She was still wearing the gray prison jumpsuit she'd been **** into prior to her escape. It hugged her thin, athletic frame a bit snugly for Nilin's liking, and even if contrasted well with her dark skin, it wasn't exactly a fashion statement she was comfortable with, especially with it making her panties ride tightly against her. Her short red hair streaked with blonde was tousled and untidy, and her feet were barely protected in the prison-issued shoes, which were little more than slippers.

In short, she stood out a little too much. She needed a place to regroup right away, but faced the small problem of having no money or resources. Nilin sidestepped a particularly rotten smelling trash pile, and glanced at her hand. Maybe her strange, recently discovered ability could help her out again? Before she could think further, Nilin noticed a blonde woman wearing dark clothes standing in her path, facing away from her.

In her hand, she held a touchpad with Nilin's face displayed on it, along with a number, 300,000,000 Euros. Nilin's blue eyes widened in shock. She already had a bounty?! Which meant that woman was a bounty hunter! She started to turn around, and Nilin panicked and looked around. There was an alleyway she'd just passed, an open manhole surrounded by faded police tape to her right, and to her left, closest to her, was the entrance to some seedy looking establishment. Nilin had a split second to make a decision.