Yes, though not without some interesting news.

Mary and Jaz make their way through the city, heads on swivels, but for the most part people seem to be laying low. More than once, they hear moaning and the slapping sound of flesh on flesh, but they steer away from the noise and don't encounter anything more threatening than the furtive flash of movement down the street and the sound of someone hurrying away from them.

At first their captive comes compliantly enough, but soon she starts struggling again. When Mary doesn't immediately cut her, her writhing increases, until she's dragging her heels every step of the way. They're nearly in sight of King Street Pawn, but the girl is practically dead weight in their arms.

"Oh for Christ's - I will hurt you!" Mary hisses at her as they're **** to stop again.

"Mmmph mmm mmm mm mmmm!" the blond snarls through her gag.

Mary sighs. "If you scream, I will strangle you," she says firmly. Then she reaches up and yanks the gag down.

The girl spits, licks her lips, and works her jaw for a second. "Fuck! You...you're claimed women, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Jaz says. "You know it's real, then?"

"Yeah, we...we figured it out," the blonde says. "There was a guy around...a janitor...he claimed one girl but then we chased him off..." She works her jaw. "Fuck! Listen, you're making a mistake. Are you grabbing me for your master?" Mary and Jaz glance at one another, and Mary shrugs noncommittally. "Look. Look. This is a huge mistake. My daddy...my father is one of the richest men in the city. He will pay to get me back safe and sound."

"What, so he can claim your expensive little ass himself?" Jaz asks dryly. The girl gasps indignantly.

"No! You bitch! To keep me safe. Listen, I am talking money. The kind you two probably can't even imagine."

"She's fucking rude, too," Jaz mutters.

Mary just shakes her head. "You don't get it yet, girl. Your money isn't going to be worth anything anymore. It's all coming crashing down. Your unclaimed body is worth a lot more than any cash your daddy could give us."

"That's..." the girl struggles slightly, then sags. "Ok. Ok. You don't want money. But I bet I know what you do want." Her eye gleams craftily. "You want more women for the guy who claimed you, right? That's what he sent you out here for?" She looks between Jaz and Mary. "There's a bunch more unclaimed women in the school...hiding there...hunkered down. You can take them all. I don't give a shit. Fuck 'em. Just...just let me go. Let me go back home until this all blows over. You let me go, and I'll tell you where the bitches are."

Mary frowns, considering. That could be valuable... She folds her arms. "All right. Talk."

The girl shakes her head. "No. No. You...you have to let me go first."

"If we let you go, you could just tell us some fake info and run off," Mary says. "No deal. Talk first."

"But...if I talk...you can just drag me back." The girl stares at her defiantly. Mary chews her lip, thinking.

"All right. I don't know if you know what this means to one of us, but..." Mary raises her hand and looks the blonde girl seriously in the eye. "I swear - on the life of my master, Grant, who I hope lives as long as he possibly can - that if you tell us where the other women are hiding and how to get to them, we will not deliver you to our master. He won't claim you."

The blonde glances back and forth between them. "I swear that, too," Jaz says. "And you should know that shit's pretty serious. That's like...the best promise I can think of. You ain't gonna get a better offer."

"Ok...ok..." The girl takes a deep breath. "The other women...they've all...barricaded themselves into the gym, in the school. They're watching the doors and a bunch of them have been blocked off...but the one on the back side, closer to the science wing, that one's unblocked. And nobody thought to block the way out through the coach's office...that's how I snuck out to call my dad." She takes a deep breath. "You could probably sneak back in that way, if nobody's found it..."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" Mary asks, heart racing. This...this could be it. The start of something real.

"I don't have any other card to play," the girl hisses. "And those bitches were all fucking boring, anyway." She rolls her eyes. "No big loss."

"Hmmm. All right. I think you're probably telling the truth. Thank you," Mary says with a smile. "C'mon, let's get her to Mikey."

"Wha - " The girl's blue eyes widen with shock. "But - but you swore that you wouldn't take me to your master!"

"I know," Mary says. "Mikey's not our master. Let's go." Jaz chuckles as she re-secures the gag over the stunned girl's mouth, and they drag her, protesting, down the street.