What's next?

Trying to hide

At the start of the night, Fennec Shand had been a feared and revered elite assassin. Now she was running from corporate police forces butt naked with her arms restrained behind her back, thrusting her tits for all to see. Could the day get any worse?

With police approaching the shipping yard, Fennec had to make her move fast, but she was hesitant to run out and expose herself on the street. It would do little but draw further unwanted attention as she was arrested. Fennec shivered at the thought, or was it because she was cold?

She hadn’t been seen yet, so perhaps it would be better to hide rather than run? Fennec surveyed her surroundings, nothing but barrels, boxes and crates. Although she disliked the idea of cramming herself into another container, it was her only option at this point.

As the speeder doors clicked open and boots touched the ground, Fennec dipped herself into an open barrel filled with a thick, sauce like substance, and held her breath as she immersed herself in the sludge.

Although she could not see or hear, she felt the ground beneath her reverberate underneath thudding boots. She felt it come closer and closer until-

Click!

The barrel was closed, and hoisted up onto the back of a transport. Fennec surfaced and gasped for air - the sauce thankfully did not fill the barrel - as she was driven away from the shipping yard, to yet another unknown destination.