Chapter Hundred & Ninety-Three: Past: There Is Always A Plan B

She moved slowly through the crowd, seemingly blending well with the customers and sellers. Her smile was welcoming and inviting even though at times she was rarely even interested in the goods and services offered. Some prices were outrageous, others were decent and some things barely even caught her attention.

But she needed to maintain the façade, continue to maintain the eye contact, and pretend as though she came to the busiest market in the city to find something fresh, whilst trying to lose the guards that she knew were watching her closely. Constantly moving five seconds after she moved, blending in with the customers that way they would draw too much attention to themselves.