It was a dark night in an even darker city, the rain was falling in a steady down pour with no sign of stopping, but…that didn’t stop dirty deals from being done, it didn’t stop people from plotting the over throw of the mayor, it didn’t stop his sheriff from sending out a task force to hunt down a suspected ‘terrorist’ cell. And it surely didn’t stop the firefight that was still being fought in the lower levels. The secret police were closing their net on the enemy, having killed most of them, they were unable to take any prisoners, seeing as the rebels had fought to the death rather than be captured. The last group of them had been protecting a young woman, who seemed to be carrying a small package. They had died to buy her an escape route.<br/><br/>And it was this woman who was running through the rain, down alleys and up side streets slowly weaving her way to the worst parts of the city, those parts where not even the mayor’s law could reach.  She was wearing a white dress (http://www.poptherapy.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/jmcovernewqp8.jpg) the color of which she now regretted, as it was soaked through and clinging to her like a second skin. The neck was very low cut, showing off her more than ample cleavage the bottom cut high up her thigh, so as to allow her to run easily, in addition it meant that her legs would be flashed with any quick movements leaving very little to the imagination. Strapped over this was her gear strap, designed to also serve as a mild corset it gave her even more of an hour glass figure, in her right hand she carried her blaster pistol, in her left the package that her loyal guards had died to protect. After a few more blocks she was in Devil’s Corner, a small neighborhood near the east edge of the city, known as a safe haven for those who didn’t want to be found.<br/>