They and move her.

The sharp, boney shoulder of whoever was carrying her dug uncomfortably into Max's stomach as he trotted her out of Mr. Smitt’s home. First she heard the metal screen door rattle then slam loudly as it was kicked open, then she felt the near freezing Seattle night air wash over her skin.

Goosebumps ran up her bare legs up to her thighs and on reflex she shivered. She twisted, testing the grip of the man who held her. Her head hung low on his back. Her body bent of the man’s shoulder with one of his arms wound tightly across her thighs, another holding her calves in order to keep her steady.

"Dun worry, love, we'll keep ya nice and warm," The man carrying her whispered, his hand patting her bare butt. His voice had a slight accent, not belonging to the Boss or Spikey. He was seemingly the third member of this little Steelhead gang that had been put together to grab her.

Max lifted her head and looked towards the voice, then down the street, where she could barely make out the light from a street light through the canvas that had been thrown over her head.

"Hold her still," the Boss said and at the same time she heard a set of doors open. Max twisted again.

"Hey," the man carrying her grunted. His hands dug into her upper thigh as he tried to keep her steady, "Quit it!"

"Stupid god damn Brit," Max heard the Boss grunt as she felt his hands grab onto her back side, giving her butt a couple of sharp slaps. Max growled in indignation, then she suddenly realized that he was not punishing her. He was stimulating her blood-flow! Before she could utter any protest there was a sharp prick in the flesh of her ass. She froze shocked and almost immediately she felt her world begin to spin. Another prick and her vision began to go dark.

The fingers digging into her skin let up, and she was lowered until she could feel her feet touch damp cement, instead of letting her go she was gently pushed back into what she could only assume was a back of a van, or some sort of large vehicle. Weakness washed over and she fell back only to be caught and gently let down.

"I think you gave her too much,"

"She's out of it,"

"You gave her enough tranq to put down a horse, you gonna kill her."

The door slammed shut and Max flinched.

"She can handle it," The boss said confidently as Max’ world faded away.