Dasha cursed herself as she grabbed Em's hand and the two girls ran for the stairwell before Uri could collect himself. They were just in time, because just as the thick metal stairway door close two more silenced shots hit the door.<br/><br/>"What the hell... happened back there?", she asked, not stopping her run to speak as the two girls scampered down the stairs at a reckless pace.<br/><br/>"Knock it the fuck off Em, You know what fucking happened back there! Uri doesn't make mistakes! If he was coming to kill you it was because he knows your interloping agents! And Now I a pretty sure you know that I was a fucking agent too! OR I FUCKING WAS AT LEAST! NOW I AM A FUCKING DEAD WOMAN AND SO ARE YOU IF WE DON'T GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!" Dasha screamed.<br/><br/>It was just then the door a few floors above them burst open and Uri came screeching out. "Dasha you stupid fucking CUNT I am going to fucking kill you! There is no where you can hide from me!" He yelled over the railing and let two more shots go. The bullets ricocheted off the the metal railing, one catching Dasha right in the thigh. She winced but didn't stop moving. The girls hugged the exterior wall but kept descending the stairway until the hit the lobby doorway.<br/><br/>The mens' eyes behind the reception desk lit up with surprise when Dasha came skidding out into the lobby, her robe flowing behind her like a superhero's cape, she was otherwise still quite naked and towing another woman in a nightgown behind her. Luckily the nudity distracted the to workers from the bullet wound in Dasha's muscled thigh.<br/><br/><br/>Dasha dashed for the entrance to the parking garage before the gawking men could even get any catcalls out. As soon as the two half naked girls hit the open air of the parking lot, they realized just how underdressed they really were. Dasha didn't stop though, she led Emily over to a parking spot that held her prized possession. In the parking spot was a vintage, fully restored Ducati motorcycle. Dasha hopped right on it, her moist pussy puckering when it hit the cold leather seat. Even though she had bare feet, she kick started the big motor and revved the bike to life. " GET ON NOW AND HOLD ON TIGHT! THIS IS GONNA BE ONE COLD FUCKING RIDE!" She yelled and powerbraked the bike until Em got on and then she let go of the brake, wheeleying the motorcycle and taking off at dangerous speeds.<br/><br/>Thank god too, because it was just as Uri came flying out of the door and opened fire again. Dasha pegged the accelerator and the the powerful bike shot out into the dark snowy night. The freezing cold wind cut through the girls as Dasha swerved through the late night traffic on their way to freedom.