Max is free, but not out of trouble yet.

Max stumbled down the stairs crashing against the steel doors that led to street nearly tripping over herself in the process. The cold Seattle air hit her like a brick, stinging her bare skin reminding her of how naked she was.

Max knew the two cops wouldn't be far behind. She left the warehouse, wincing as the heavy doors slammed behind her, bringing more attention to herself was the last thing she needed. Hoping on one foot as she slid the panties she had managed to grab over her legs while making her way down the alley.

Slipping on the only other piece of clothing she managed to grab, her thin t-shirt, Max cautiously gave a glance back making sure her two friends hadn't yet begun the chase before peaking out of the alley onto the main street.

Thankfully because of the curfew the city was nearly dead. She could flag one of the few cars still on the road, or maybe she could try to hide out in one of the many buildings in this part of town. The **** in her system made her mind hazy, it was becoming hard to think. She wasn't sure what to do, but she did know she needed to move.