Greg wants them to leave, with Max.

“Shut up,” Greg warned his two panicking friends. He waited in silence, his eyes glued to the door.

Again another loud round of knocks rang through Jam Pony this time followed by a **** plea.

“Come on!?”Sketchy's distressed voice could barely be heard through Jam Pony's thick front door. “I forgot my stupid bag.”

As if on cue all of them looked over to the other side of the lobby. Next to the couch on the far wall lay his Sketchy's bag.

More knocks, Sketchy wasn't giving up as he was sure he had heard someone inside.

Greg wasn't going to risk it. “Get her out of here.”

Max, still panting, watched as the three men quickly began to dress. They pulled away, taking their hands off her. The taser, the only real power they had over her. seemingly forgotten in their panicked rush to dress.

If Max wanted to escape this was her chance.