In South Market, the door to the building flew open, slamming against the wall, but people ignored it, as well as the shouting that followed. They just went about their business- after all, this kind of thing happened everyday, and as long as the sector police weren't involved, it was nothing to be worried about.
Unless you were the girl, of course. She flew down the street, earning dirty looks as she shoved people out of the way. They looked after her, barely picking themselves up in time to be shoved aside again as two men, big and dark looking, barreled down the busy marketplace after her.
The girl stumbled slightly, before picking herself and forcing herself onward, hoping to get somewhere safe. She spared a few seconds to push a bicyclist over in the path of the men, before running on. That didn't work, before she flew through the narrow alley, around the sector checkpoint. There were no hover-drones nearby, which was probably a good thing. She didn't need to be arrested on top of this, for causing mayhem and 'violating checkpoint security'...
Suddenly, the girl pitched forward, tripping and falling to the hard ground. She had barely touched the ground before she was already turning it into a roll, rolling up, slightly off-balance for a few steps, before bolting once more.
A few blocks away, she abruptly swung around a corner, changing direction. At the door to the first building she saw, she yanked on the door-
To find it locked. She cursed, then closed her eyes and placed her hands over the lock. The girl's face went pale, and she swayed, before yanking the door open and disappearing inside, as the men reappeared behind her. She knew it would only slow them down slightly, but she ran to an elevator, pushing quickly at the 'up' button. Finally, the doors opened, and she slipped inside, hitting the 'close door' button. It closed-
Leaving her in front of a panel that wouldn't go up anywhere unless she had a damn keycard... or a second one, which was only for the penthouse. Getting an idea, she closed her eyes, and slammed her hands over the card slot, and the elevator jerked into motion.
This was a familiar elevator design, now...out of two elevators, only one would go to the private, inner door for the penthouse. It wouldn't open once up there unless you had the key card. The other one would still go up there, but they'd have to go through a hall and another door... the slim girl slumped against the wall, breathing heavily.
The elevator dinged, and the door opened easily. She stumbled out into a huge room, hoping against whatever hope she'd had in the first place that the owner wasn't home. She needed to get out of here before the other elevator came up...
She walked cautiously across the room, just as the front door slammed open, and the two men entered. Now how the hell was the other elevator faster? She had had a head start... she ran through the room, trying to slip by-
Only to come up short as a woman stepped in front of her, surveying her coolly. Shit. The girl caught a quick glimpse of a man behind the woman, sitting in a wheelchair, before the two men tore around the corner. The girl cringed, and closed her eyes. There was no way out of this now...
"Hands up, now." One man ordered. "You're coming back with us."
"Sorry, is that an invitation? 'Cause I don't even know you," The woman said sweetly, and the girl looked up, confused. The woman... wasn't afraid of the guns? Wasn't afraid of the men that were here to kill her?
"Stay outta this, missy," the other said. "It doesn't include you. We just need to take her home safely..." Safely... no. And she had no home... just alone, before she'd been captured and shunted back and forth.
"Safely? With those guns?" She found herself asking. She turned slowly, just in time to catch one man firing, taking no precautions with her.
The young girl flung up her hands, and screamed. The two bullets that had been fired stopped in midair, one in front of the girl, the other in front of the man... the woman had moved, but the girl wasn't sure if that was due to the blackness that was at the edges of her vision or not. The other bullet was in front of the man in the wheelchair, who looked at it in frozen horror and fear.
The bullets dropped with an audible noise on the nice hardwood floor, as there was a blur of motion. The girl didn't care, however... she was too busy passing out.