April 23rd, 4045 (Terran Time)
Tavi stood hidden in the shadows of the alley. The neon lights from High Street shone through the smog and reflected in her narrowed eyes. Shouts filled the still atmosphere and Tavi slid down the crumbling wall beside an overflowing rubbish bin. The smell of the garbage clawed down Tavi’s throat and she tried not to gag. The uneven pounding feet stopped at the entrance to the alley and she could see their figures silhouetted in green and red lights. Tavi clutched her knife and prayed, for the first time since Gammi had died, that they would not find her.