Max drives around and tries to clear her head. Only to find a surprise waiting for her.

It was cold out, the roads damp from the rain that was falling just hours before. The air was almost painful against Max's heated skin as she tore through the streets. But she enjoyed it, the biting crisp air helped take her mind off her freak show body. It helped cool her down.

She circled her neighborhood, passing her apartment for the fourth time. Not quite ready to go home. Not yet ready to give up the feeling of freedom she had when she was on her bike. The way the wind blew across her face and hair, making her forget all of her problems. Even her ever nagging hormones seemed more manageable while she was on her baby.

Slowing to a stop for a red light, Max let out a sigh, her heat would last a few more days at least. It was probably time for her to head home and start figuring out a plan to keep what little of her virtue she still had intact.

"Spare some change Ma'am?"

For the second time that night Max was taken by surprise. Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't even noticed the homeless man approach her.

"Sorry, got nothing on me," Max muttered out. The man was dressed poorly, wearing what seemed like three layers of coat in an attempt to keep the cold Seattle night at bay. His head was tucked under a thick hood which obscured his dirty face.

Max eyed the red light, willing it to turn green. She looked over the man again. He was filthy, but seemingly well built under the many layers of clothes. A grin crossed her face as her arousal grew. Maybe she did have something for him after all. Letting her eyes trail down his body, pausing on his boots. They were clean, standing oddly out against the filth that covered the rest of him.

Max's brow twisted in confusion, and then she heard the screech of tires coming from behind her. Her head twisted around towards the sound. A large black van came roaring out of a back alley, turning directly towards her

It was a trap, a set up. Her attention snapped back to the homeless man who now stood pointing a small handgun towards her. Panic spread through her, and as fast as she could manage she slammed her bike into gear. But she was too slow.

She heard a soft pang, then a sharp pain in her thigh. Looking down at her leg she was horrified to find a large metal dart sticking out from it. Instinctively she ripped it out and tossed it aside. But it was too late, a wave of dizziness washed over her.

Her hands slipped on her bikes handles, and she struggled to stay upright. The black van skidded to the stop and Max could hear the side door roll open. The homeless man's hands wrapped around her waist pulling her from her bike.

"No, get off me!" Max moaned out weakly, her hands flailing against the stronger man. The **** coursed through her system sapping all of her strength.

The man pulled at her, dragging her towards the van, handing her off to the four men waiting inside. They reached out for her, grabbing and holding her tightly as they pulled her inside. Max heard the door slam shut as the men pressed her face first against the van floor. Max squirmed, but was barely strong enough to wiggle against the hands of the captures.

Not now, not today, Max pleaded in her mind, wishing to god that this was just another sick heat induced dream.

"Nice to see you again Max," Ames White voice called out from the front of the van.

With what little energy she could muster Max twisted her head towards White, seeing his grinning face just made her angrier.

"I'll fucking..." Max yelled out renewing her weak struggles against the men holding her. But the more she fought, the faster the **** coursed through her body. Her squirming became weaker and weaker, the **** draining her body of her strength. Her head fell back down to the van floor, her eyes fluttering as she struggled to stay conscious.

"You'll never..." she mumbled weakly before succumbing to the darkness.