Lana knew the authorities would identify her.  She had little doubt about that.  It wasn't like she was a [i]nobody.[/i]

Even before she'd reached her teens, Lana had been nationally recognized (and sometimes nationally or internationally ranked) in academics, athletics, extreme [i]activities[/i], and more.  She'd been featured on the Wheaties box cover after her free dive set records for depth and time both, beating even the men's records.  She was the youngest person ever to have climbed the Seven Summits, the highest peaks on all seven continents.  

And, of course, she had had famous parents.  Lana's father had been an Army Colonel decorated for bravery in Afghanistan, Iraq, and Syria.  Later, he became a powerful US Senator and was being talked about as a Presidential candidate.  And her mother had been an Academy Award winning actress who became a powerful force in philanthropy. 

Lana suffered what could only be called a [i]fall from grace[/i] following her parents' death.  She initially hid herself away.  She fell out of the public eye, with the exception of the occasional and inevitable paparazzi stories.  She lost herself (as the old saying went) in [i]sex, drugs, and rock and roll[/i].  

And yet, Lana knew her identity would be easily discovered, either by facial recognition software or good old fashion human investigation.  Of course, she hadn't expected a visit from the authorities so quickly.  She was still packing a bag and making travel arrangements when she heard them via her enhanced hearing.  A dozen or more pair of boots were hurrying her way, down the hallway and up the stairwell of her condominium.

There was no escape. 

Of course, Lana didn't need to escape, did she?