The nerve of that bastard, he bought her way out of jail without batting an eyelash!  She'd been so sure once she got caught he'd at least have to come bail her out in person, but no, the peace officers were bringing her home as an honored guest.<br/><br/>It wasn't right.<br/><br/>Well, she'd had enough, if she was never going to see him anyway, she was at least gonna enjoy herself.  As soon as the officers dropped her off, she grabbed her own savings, none of that filthy money her dad threw around but her own credits, and bailed.<br/><br/>It was late morning, and she started by taking Daddy's extra hovercar, the sports one instead of the luxury model, as fast as she could make it go, driving until she had no idea where she was.  Maybe if he couldn't find her, she could forget about him in the first place.  She drove faster and faster, as if trying to outrun him in spirit.  She wanted to find some place her minders and guards would never find her, somewhere she didn't have to be the daughter of a prominent Diktat councillor, where she could just be Jean.<br/><br/>Jean Dasher, that's the name she'd use.  She'd be a racer, the best and fastest ever!  The hovercar weaved in and out of traffic, cutting people off, narrowly missing several accidents (and leaving a few in her wake), as she whooped in pure adrenaline-fueled abandon.<br/><br/>FInally she settled down a bit and pulled over.  She had to get rid of the hovercar, her daddy would have it tracked as soon as he found out it was missing.  That's how he found her in the past, this time she knew better.  She looked around for the seediest looking garage she could find, in hopes of getting a few credits out of it...