[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]