They let her go

The four men sat silently and watched as the door shut behind Max. They had their fun, and they knew that. If they had tried anything more their boss, Mr. Johnson, would of literally killed them. They all let out a sigh of disappointment.

Max pulled on her dress as she walked down of the many art filled hallways that made up Johnson's home. Her hair was ruffled, her lips swollen and pouty, her make up slightly smeared. But none of the other guests paid any attention. They all knew why girls like her were at these parties.

Max made it to the front entrance without any problems. She smiled, the cold night air sending a chill through her body. A large black luxury car pulled up in front of her.

"Good night Miss." a man in a tuxedo said as he opened the back door for her.

She gave him quick nod and slid into the back seat. Max glanced backwards at the mansion as the car drove further and further away. The uneasy feeling that what she had done wasn't right biting at the pit of her stomach. She shook those thoughts away as the driver spoke up.

"The mission was a success?"

"Yes." Max replied. Pulling the small disc from under her garter belt.

"Good, Lydecker is waiting to debrief you at Head Quarters." the driver told her, before letting silence fill the car.