<div class="floatright">(http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/7121/y32e.jpg)</div><br/>Kaze's grandmother used to play a particular audio file, an admiral from some old war in the Fifth World who was famous for saying "It's a trap!"  That low-res audio file played through her brain over and over again as her Rover fell into the queue.<br/><br/>She kept her Fake SIN displayed, the Tanaka Ayumi which was still pretty clean but intended for runs.  At only Rating 4, it might not be enough to get her through, but she had to do her best.  She certainly didn't want to use her own; she had more than enough crap in the car that she'd be in serious trouble if they actually attempted to search the vehicle.  At least the amount of a crowd meant that she'd have a decent ability to squeeze through if she had to ditch the Rover.<br/><br/>Then she remembered her outfit.  A midnight blue dress cut just low enough to hint at seductive would draw some attention, and it'd absolutely never survive a few blocks of parkour.  She'd have to ditch the heels in the vehicle and go barefoot, shredding her stockings as well.  The outfit would be easy enough to replace when compared with her life, but it was still a pain.<br/><br/>She tried to tell herself that that was the worst case scenario, but her heart just wouldn't slow down.  Was this her dad's way of trapping her so that she wouldn't be interested in runs anymore?  Why hadn't she tried to get some sort of concealable holster for her gun, or at least worn a dress with arms so that she could put on the slide?<br/><br/>Once more she had a dozen arguments to give to her mom about the dress, but it was hard to argue with the dead.  She would just have to drive up to the checkpoint, and if her mom was wrong, she'd have all eternity to rub it in her face in the afterlife.