[i]He looks to you, slightly surprised.[/i] Pardon me but... 100 credits... [b]per bullet?[/b] [i]He figured it was a busy city and all, but for a burst-fire pistol, it would cost more to load it then to buy it. It only came in one size clip, so he sighed.[/i] Any way I could get a discount for bulk buying? 6 x 21 is.... umm.... 126? And then 100 credits.... [i] His face looked dumbstruck; the definition of mind-blown.[/i] I have 1,200 credits to spend, could you slip me one clip? The fire rate on this is bonkers, you must know...

[spoiler]If you had the talker feat it could've worked. Lmfao.[/spoiler] [b]He shakes his head and sighs.[/b] "Sorry pal. Everyone has to make their money and this is how I make mine." [b]He takes one last puff of his cigar and tosses it in the ash tray.[/b]

[spoiler]fml[/spoiler] [i]He sighs, and nods. An idea struck him, and he smiled slightly. The computers here had tough firewalls, he'd tested before he came. Nothing he couldn't do. And if he had an excuse, maybe, just maybe....[/i] Okay then. 500? [i]He types some info into his Tac-Pad, and nods to him: transfer complete. Now came the tricky part...[/i] I'd like as many bullets as you can buy with this amount.... [i] He starts to type in codes and drawing sigils, different technological languages. His contact lens read the computer: Pending Transaction. Maybe he could pull it off, but even if he didn't, he would be safe; failure would mean the correct amount would appear on the machine, but success would ensure that one clip he wanted. He grunted in a rather convincing frustration: partially real, because he wasn't sure how it would work out.[/i] One moment, my funds are in another account... [i]He turns to the side, blocking the cashier's view of his Tac-Pad. Quickly, he inputted the codes: sending over 700 credits, but masking it as 2,100. If it failed, only 700 would show; success, 2,100 would show. Either way, no trouble. In the end, the clerk wouldn't know until he was long gone. Using the last of his Data, he executed the plan.[/i] There. Payment sent. How many bullets does that get me? [i]He stands there, anxious of the upcoming response.[/i]

[b]He looks at the hologram computer.[/b] "Damn thing is tweaking out." [b]He sees that it says 2,100.[/b] "That will get you 41 bullets sir."

42.... 2,100 divided by 50 is 42 [i] He nods, and verifies the payment. Receiving his gun from over the counter already, he grabs the 2 empty magazines, and the box of 42 bullets. Nodding to the cashier, he gives a quick smile and walks out, right after he quickly stashes it in his pack. He'd load it later, better to shorten his stay there as much as possible. Another success. Now, to find Data...[/i] ((Payments: 1,470C - 1,200C)) ((Balance: 270C))

[b]He nods as you leave and a figure riding a bike speeds down the street. He glances at you and you see your reflection on his black visor.[/b] [spoiler]Im sure that's not enrich for data.[/spoiler]