Should be safe.

It takes a little while to make your way back to where you stashed the prototype. About a block from the bar it dawns on you that you are wearing the clothes you were put in at the brothel and know even if they don't realize you are a girl now, they surely will start putting two and two together if they see the costume that they laid out for you walking down the street. Not to mention the name you just used with the girl is the same one you used to the guards at the brothel. “Fuck I am going to have to burn that name and come up with some sort of cool handle if I am going to accomplish anything.

Several times you spot guards walking the streets so they are either on edge or they know you are out. You aren't sure you can handle someone hand to hand, and with no weapons, no money, hell nothing beyond the tiny outfit you are wearing and the stuff in your body, you aren't sure exactly what you are supposed to do.

Finally you get to the building and looking up, then down at your sexy skinny legs and sky high heels you decide climbing back up the wall might just get you killed, and instead try to find a door you might be able to get open. As you make the trek around the building you again have to hide from a pair of guards before you find something promising, an open window about 9' off the ground. Backing off a bit you take a running leap, and to your shock not only do you make it, you basically dive through the opening, do a little flip, and land on your feet, one hand touching the ground, on the floor inside. “Whoa, I didn't even try that. Did I?” Your heightened agility and apparent skill in acrobatics gives you a wide grin and you try a back flip. Sure enough you are able to do a full flip and land on your feet with no running start at all, and you get quite a bit of lift as well in the attempt. With an ever widening grin you loft your way up the stairs to the roof, often skipping as many as four steps with a bounding stride. That said by the time you make it to the door leading to the roof you are glistening with sweat and have to take a few moments rest. “I am pretty damned impressive I suppose.” You say between panting breaths.

Sadly you are **** to break your shoes in order to get a few small pieces of metal, but soon your stocking clad feet are on the roof where you left the prototype. Returning to where you stuffed the case and your things you are a bit startled when you don't find anything. “Fuck.” Scanning you toss around a few large chunks of wood or stone that might have fallen or been tossed on the items, just in case. It takes about ten minutes, long enough you are almost ready to call it a night, when you finally catch a glint of steel and know you at least have the prototype in it's high security case, and with it hopefully the $100,000 pay day.

The mental image of the car you parked three blocks away flashes in your mind, “Next stop I suppose.” You say quietly to the night air. Sliding down many of the hand rails you make it back downstairs in just a few minutes. From the inside you are able to unlock a window and make an easier exit than how you got in, and while being as quick as possible, you also do your best to stay out of sight, now much quieter in your sadly now filthy stocking covered feet. Three blocks later and... nothing. “Well fuck.” Looking around you pull up the information from your computer as to exactly where you have to go for the drop. 14 miles away, so no way you are running. Now you just have to decide if you are going to try to get a ride or steal something to drive.