Her feet pounded against the pavement, the shouts of the warehouse agents only a few turns behind her. They'd only just lost sight of her and she didn't have much longer before they would see her again. Stopping for a quick chance to catch her breath, she glanced around before tearing down a side alley. She could hear their footsteps as they made their way closer to her.

The tall one, a man with dark hair and chiseled features, stopped at the corner she had and glanced around, his eyes just scanning over her hiding place. "I don't see her Artie." The shorter man with him was huffing from his exertion, "Don't let her fool you. She's here. She couldn't have gotten to far away from us." Artie started moving down the alley, closer to her. "Search around. She has to be here somewhere." The tall man grumbled something, then began walking down the opposite side from Artie, his fingers just brushing against the brick. "Tell me again what's so dangerous about this artifact again?" Artie sighed, stopped walking and turned to glare at his companion, "Because Pete. It is the reason for every..." he paused, his nose twitching slightly.

"What is it Artie?" Pete hissed. Artie shook his head, then reached out towards the nearby wall, swearing roundly when his fingers scraped against the rough brickwork. "I could have sworn she was there!" he groused, and the two continued forward on their search. They were only a few steps down the alley when some trash cans crashed onto the ground behind them, making them both jump in surprise. There she was, the trash can had tripped her up and she was on her knees, staring at them with wide frightened eyes. It took the three of them another few seconds before each erupted into a flurry of movement. She was clamoring to her feet while Artie reached for the Tesla tucked in his waistband and Pete... Pete called out to her.

"Wait... We don't want to hurt you." She did, but not without a quick glance back down the alley. The street was only a few yards away. If she could just get them distracted... Pete raised his palms, placating, "I promise we aren't here to hurt you." She snorted, much like a skittish horse would, carefully taking a few steps backwards, closer to the street entrance. Pete stopped moving, "Please. We just need the artifact, then you can go." Her brow wrinkled and for the first time in the three days they'd been hunting her Pete heard her speak.

"What artifact?" Pete was confused, "The thing! Whatever it is that you have that's been doing all this." He waved his arms around them, encompassing the entire city. She followed the movement, then shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that." Now Pete was getting angry, "Why not!" Before she could answer there came a flash of bright lightening from beyond Pete, arcing across the distance between them and connecting with her chest. The force of the blast knocked her off her feet and skid backwards a few feet before stopping. Pete's jaw went slack as he watched her, then spun on his heel to glare aghast at Artie.

"Artie! What the hell, man!" Artie's jaw clenched then released as he walked closer to the now unconscious woman. "Artie! We had it wrong! She didn't know what we were talking about, clearly she doesn't have the artifact." Artie snorted, then turned to look at Pete square.

"That's because she IS the artifact."