Try to hide.

The second you see them your heart drops. 'They found me.' Is all you can think, despite looking completely different. Of course the girl you left upstairs is bound to have been awakened by now and they might very well know you look different. Still to find you they need to know you were able to reprogram her settings so they should still be looking for an elf at the very least. Then again if the guards see you heading away from the brothel they might just grab you and take you back just in case. As that thought hits you decide to turn around and head the other way. Now behind you there is no way you are looking back to see what they are doing, and you don't want them to catch up to you or see your face so you decide to veer off and walk diagonally across the street keeping them behind you as you pick up the pace just a bit. A half block ahead, just before the brothel will come into view you arrive at a possible sanctuary. An old looking gas station. Quickly, but trying not to run, you skip up the stair and yank open the door. Once inside you finally take a deep breath not sure how long you were holding your breath.

“No prostitutes in the store.” The gruff voice yells out from behind the counter through a little round metal grate in the center of a slab of bullet proof glass that surrounds the teller.

“I'm not a prostitute.” You squeak back at him, not sounding all that convincing with your sorta just high pitched enough to be a tiny bit annoying yet still cute voice.

“Fine, as long as you have money you can stay. Hold up some cash or get out.”

“What makes you think I don't have any money?” You say back indignantly.

“Hmm, let's see. No pockets, no purse, no money. Get out.” You still haven't even seen the person you are arguing with, but he is right, you don't have any money. Then again all you need to do is stay inside till the guards pass. “You got two seconds lady, show some cash or get out. Don't make me get my gun out.”

Looking outside you can't see the guards any longer so you simply fire back, “Fine. Dick!” Then step back outside.

Scanning the nearby area you are pretty sure there are five or more pairs of guards patrolling the area looking for someone. Two of which you can see questioning people right now, one way to your right the way you had been heading, the other nearly back to the brothel, which you can now see the edge of, but not the front. Just then it hits you that you forgot to grab your little gun when you were leaving the place, “Well shit.” You say to the night air and try to come up with a plan. If you go for the prototype now you could easily get captured and loose it, which surely will get you killed. At the same time running in any direction is also likely to get you captured, at least for questioning and who knows how likely it is that they won't think you are the former you.

Just then two things completely blow your mind. The first isn't exactly earth shattering, from within your jacket in one of the little hidden pockets, you feel the familiar sensation of a phone ringing. The second, however is much more shocking. Racing past you on a motorcycle is Lynx, wearing a little black dress, and with the prototype case behind him strapped to the bike. "Wait, if that is me, who am I?" The phone keeps ringing as the former you speeds out of sight.