Chased

Running through the night, Lara could hear screams behind her, and then the sharp crack of a rifle being fired.
The shot missed her, but Lara got the idea; the chase was on.
She did not know who it was that was chasing her, but she did know that she had no interest in stopping to find out.
With her pursuers behind her, Lara kept away from any open areas, running through back alleys and side-streets, waving her pistol at anyone she met, signalling them to keep their distance.
Then, she heard rapid footsteps to her right, and turned to see a Arab stop and aim his rifle at her.
Lara was faster however, and gunned him down cold, placing two shots in his chest.
“Better hope to high heavens that he wasn’t a cop.”
Running on, Lara noticed that the bag in her left hand seemed to be getting lighter, and looked at it.
She realized why it had gotten lighter, for it had accidentally opened itself, leaving most of Lara’s clothes lying on the street.
Cursing her rotten luck, Lara zipped the bag up, and kept on moving.
Hopefully she would have some clothes left at least.
Soon thereafter, she ran into another armed thug, which she shot down as well.
Taking it easier now, Lara sneaked towards the shop where she had rented the Jeep.
“I know I said that I would come pick it up tomorrow, but what the hell.”
Lara said with a great degree of dry, British humour.
She quickly climbed the fence surrounding the car-dealership, and found a jeep that seemed to be as good as the one she had rented earlier.
Dropping the bag on her back in the jeep, Lara opened the other bag and looked through it to see what sort of clothing she had left.
The search resulted in a irritated “Perfect!” for Lara had the quirk of packing her more conservative outfits on top in her bags, and it was quite logically those which had been lost when the bag had opened. Left in the bag were her more “daring” outfits.
Rummaging through the back, Lara finally decided that the best thing to wear would be a skimpy top with horizontal black and white stripes, kept in place with a strap across her back, and another that went around her neck, attached to the top via a ring tied to the cloth itself.
The covering of her neatly shaven snatch would be done by a thin black g-string, so tight that one could clearly see the folds of her vagina through it.
Finally, she would be wearing a pair of black stiletto-heels.
Slipping on her holsters along with this outfit, Lara felt utterly embarrassed.
But there was nothing else to do but to mount up in the Jeep and try to get out of town.