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Charlie never was one for the way cold air stung her lungs after prolonged running. And boy, was this prolonged. What was supposed to be an easy task tripped some silent alarm system, or maybe someone saw her--didn’t matter how, what mattered was she had to book it in order to run from potential arrest.
It was in her favor that she found herself in a city for this, as car chases were more difficult and many a cop was on foot. But the peculiar thing is they somehow managed to keep track of her, even with her bouncing around, building to building, they stayed on her tail. What were they, superhuman cops? Jeez.
Pulling herself up to a taller building, the sight of a few broken windows on a rather shabby looking warehouse came into view. Looking back briefly, it seemed if she were going to make a move, now was it. Getting a running start, she anchored herself to the side of the building somehow, and slipped in through one of the aforementioned windows.
Huffing, she placed her hands onto her knees to catch her breath, eyes closed. After a few moments, her eyes snapped open in realization. “Wait a minute... Why does it look like someone lives here? Christ,” her next move was one of two things: get caught by the police, or get caught by, someone.