Rachel Red is in trouble!

Rachel Red had screwed up. Bad. She'd taken a mob job. That alone was a mistake. The mob always tried to pull you in and never let you go. They'd refused her payment until she agreed to another job, of course. So she'd taken her money. And okay, she had to punch the Don's son in the face to get the money.

Now she was on the run. They'd caught up with her motorcycle on seventh street. One of their unmarked black Sedan's clipped her back tire, sending her sprawling into an alley. She dragged herself to her feet, then almost collapsed immediately. Twisted ankle. Not good.

Rachel limped away as fast as she could. She darted into a darkened Subway tunnel, limping down the stairs. She could hear the Don's goons catching up. Grimacing in pain she came to a blockade. 'Closed for Repairs'. Beautiful. She'd been hoping to loose herself in the crowd, but now nobody would be down here!

She pulled herself over the blockade, grunting as her injured ankle came down. She limped farther. There were flashlights now. They were so close! She got down to the subway platform right as someone pushed her over.

Rachel fell hard. Rough hands grabbed her by the jacket, hauling her to her feet. She was pushed up against the wall.

"So this is the legendary Rachel Ray..." Said one of the gangsters. They all looked the same, with black suits and sunglasses, dark hair slicked back.

"Bite me idiot!" Rachel growled. The man doubled her over with a punch to the gut. Rachel gasped for breath and hunched over, before the two other goons pushed her back against the wall.

"Frisk her." Commanded the head goon.