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Felicia’s mouth opened agape, as Trey turned to face the window, staring directly in her direction. He was grinning smugly, and brandishing a police badge. "Felicia Hardy." She heard Trey say in her earpiece. "You're under arrest." It had been a trap! Before Felicia knew it, a helicopter spot light hit her position, and she could hear police cars approaching down the street. She had to get out of here!

Felicia tossed the ear piece out of her ear and bolted upright out of her seat. She sprinted, and tried to leap across to the next rooftop, but the panic of being caught off guard, and the blinding spotlight had thrown her off her game. She failed what should've been an easy jump, and instead fell through the gap between rooftops and into the alleyway below, losing the helicopter search light.

But before she could hit the ground, Felicia reached out, and grabbed onto a fire escape. She heaved herself up, Not noticing her suit zipper catching on the metal grate and dragging down as she ascended. As she brought her legs up on to the metal grate, the pizza grease on Felicia's gloves finally loosened her grip, and she fell. But in the nick of time, her feet caught themselves within the bars, and Felicia was left hanging upside down, her boobs spilling out of her now open suit, allowing the pepporoni slices to fall into the open dumpster below her. Wanting a more dignified escape than using trash as a fall cushion, The cat burglar she tried and failed to heave herself back onto the fire escape, before hearing the police cars slam the brakes, as the cops milled out of their cars and dashed through the alleyway. Trying to blend in with the darkness, Felicia bent her torso backwards instead of forwards, her arms reaching behind her to grab onto the underside of the fire escape. Not wanting to fall prey to her greasy gloves again, she instead jammed her hands firmly between the bars, and waited as still as possible.

Luckily for the Black cat, the cops only spared passing glances at the fire escape. If they even considered shining their flashlights in her direction, they would've caught her exposed chest and illuminated her pale skin. But as Felicia waited with baited breath, another problem arose. As she hung there in the shadows, she could feel her arms slipping from the sleeves of her catsuit, her feet sinking into the leather thighs of her costume. But she dared not move, as there was still a lone police officer watching guard in the alleyway beneath her. She prayed for him to move, but he still stood blissfully unaware as her shoulder emerged from the suit. All Felicia could do without attracting his attention was wriggle her toes, which only delayed the inevitable.

Soon, her arms fell out of the sleeves, and the now topless Felicia fell back into the upside down position. It took all her willpower to stifle a squeal as she saw the cop beneath her flinch. Had he heard? But before he could look up, a voice cried out from a nearby alley.

"Hey Jack! Could you give us a hand with this!"

The cop dutifully answered the summons, and Felicia pumped the air with joy (though in her case, it was directed more at the ground.) Unfortunately, this slight movement caused her feet to fall out of her boots, and Felicia's bottom half slipped right out of her suit. She didn't fall for long as the contents of the large, open dumpster beneath her cushioned her fall. The impact caused the lid to slam down. and Felicia's now empty catsuit floated down on top of it. But before Felicia could extricate herself from the dumpster, she heard footsteps, and remained quiet.

"Look sir! I think this is hers" Felicia heard a voice and the rustling of leather.

"Her suit," She recognised Trey's voice immediately, still as obnoxious, even removed from the context of his undercover persona. "She must've had Civvie clothes stashed here. She'll be heading out into the open and trying to blend in with the public, let's move!"

And with that, the cops hurried back to their squad cars, taking Felicia's catsuit with them. As she heard the last of the sirens fade away, Felicia clambered out of the dumpster and gasped for air. She was now naked, save for a black thong, a pair of pink socks and a domino mask. Worse still, she stunk like a landfill, and her white hair looked incredibly messy. She cursed her stupidity and overconfidence, how could she let those pigs bait her like that? As the night breeze caressed her bare areolas, Felica's hands went to cover her breasts. With the police running a manhunt, and her gear confiscated, Felicia wondered how on Earth she was going to get out of this one.