"I'm not coming near you, crazy bitch. Do you think I want to be your next victim? no thanks. the cops can try that. I'm just going to follow you." He laughed at her sarcastically.
"I still have my 9 mm. It might be you who gets the messed up face."

"But you're an old man. You wouldn't be able to move fast enough."

Isabelle smirked. She looked around. Sirens were in the distance. Time to get out of here.

"Please, no! I'll give you whatever you want!" She pulled the twenty bucks she had in her pocket at Brian. She glanced in the direction of the bouncer. He was staring at them. And for the finale...

"Don't shoot me, please!" Isabelle fell to the ground. The word 'shoot' caught the bouncer's attention, and he ran over. Isabelle began fake crying. "Please, help me! He has a gun! Frisk him or whatever."

The tears were rolling down her face, but inside, she was silently laughing.

Brian had been expecting her to run away. This chick was full of surprises.
He hadn't even pulled out his gun yet but he saw the bouncer coming towards him.
So he sped up in order not to loose her.
To the bouncer he shouted. "Don't worry, I'm a cop."
The sirens of the approaching cars were already visible and Brian was determined not to let her get away. He launched forward and grabbed her arm.

"God damnit! He's no cop! Do you see a badge or even cuffs anywhere on him?" Isabelle wrenched free of him when the bouncer agreed. While the bouncer was busy frisking Brian, Isabelle made a run to her truck. She wasn't going to drive the damn thing.

It didn't have plates, so she didn't have to worry there. The vin numbers and all that was also filed off. There was nothing that could lead back to Nate. Isabelle grabbed her bag and made a run for the buildings across the street. Even if Brian did catch up to her, she would easily lose him in the crowd.

Brian struggled awaya from the bulky guy screaming. "Get off me. I'm not in your freaking club. For fucks sake, go away." He pushed the guy away and started running down the street towards Isabelle's truck.
Furiously looking around he spotted her in the shadow of a large building.
His eyes darted around to see where the cops were.
As loud as he could he yelled at the bouncer.
"Tell the cops she's running that way!"

Isabelle disappeared into the shadows without looking behind her. She was already digging in the bag. She grabbed her two spare knives, her faux ID's, money, and a couple other things. She didn't need the clothes and whatever else was in there. She tossed the bag on the ground and began running.

She avoided running into people. Finally, she was through the alleyway onto a new street. She ran across it and turned around. There were cops standing at the far end of the alleyway she had just come out of, and she wasn't worried. They were too far away to recognize her. Isabelle turned back and walked into what looked like a soup kitchen. Really, it was another safe house that she had been told about. It functioned as a soup kitchen for the general public, but it was run by Nate and his boss.

Everyone inside recognized Isabelle, and she briefly explained to them what was going on. They led her through a trap door to a basement where there were several cars parked. They tossed her the keys to a black 2010 Audi RS5. The windows were completely blacked out. One of the workers were going to give her a signal when she could leave. They would have to convince Brian that she wasn't there if he had even caught up with her.