It was like thieving; you had to look like you belonged there. Bored to be there, even. That’s what he was doing, right? He was stealing a flight. Creeping on board as someone else. He could do that. Shoulders down and face chill, he could do that.
Stealing a flight with his borrowed name. Stealing a flight to go along with his stolen life.
The ground crew scanned their boarding passes and welcomed them through, and as Kaden stepped onto the airbridge he cast one final look back over his shoulder, scanning for any of the War Dogs that used to hang out at his house, for anyone who looked the part. No one in the queue behind him seemed to have the muscles, and then the airbridge turned a corner and a moment later he was stepping over a small gap through which he could see the runway far below, and then there they were, walking through first class being utterly ignored by the neatly dressed, bored looking people in the big seats.
It made Kaden feel a little better, being ignored. It did make him feel like an idiot though, needing to be reminded of the things his mom’d drilled into him. He should’ve been able to work out that on his own; don’t look suspicious and you won’t be suspicious.
Kaden plonked himself into the seat by the window, and couldn’t help but gape, out the little oval, at the nearness and closeness of the wing.