I walked casually, yet with purpose, practicing what I thought was a manly stride. But when I got to the entrance of the spaceship docks, someone shouted and pointed at me. "Hey, that bag—it's her!" I cursed my stupidity as I started running. Those two idiots of Raz's would never have recognized me except for my pack, which was rare on this planet as it was real leather rather than the more fashionable synthetic imitation - but it had been a gift from my father and I hadn't wanted to leave it behind. At least I had hoped they wouldn't have recognized me. Actually, if I'd had more time to think about it, it probably would have put some serious doubts in my mind about whether my plan would work. But, lucky for me, running from immediate danger kept the fears about my upcoming interview at bay. I ran for all I was worth, my small size allowing me to duck under and brush by all the bystanders waiting for their own transports. Raz's thugs were huge, and I could only assume that their large sizes would slow down their pursuit.
