[b]Trynt, about 2:39pm[/b] [i]Light makes haste through the crowds, sticking out slightly with his choice of clothing. His black leather jacket was slightly open, revealing the white shirt underneath, baggy black jeans creasing with every step. It featured no hood, so his medium-length silver hair tossed with every step, grey irises scanning the crowd and server inputs, with the aid of his contact lens, which replaced the bulkier Scanners. The Data was loaded to his Tac-Pad: a round 100 was in the jar he got from Theron, 99 in his Tac-Pad, and 1 in his old handheld. Charged with data, the handheld allowed him to pull of stunts quickly and discreetly, without the bulk of the Tac-Pad. Though the Tac-Pad was super-advanced, and it made things easier, he still preferred the old touch screens. It was... simple. His old phone was in his pocket, Tac-Pad resting. He had a lot of Data, now, to find a job. Criminals were said to thrive underground here, and then the rich may want things too. Either way, the law would be after him. The new Galika BP, tuned to his liking, was inserted into the waist of his pants. He played with the phone in one pocket, an extra mag in another. Time to find work... Light took a turn into a back alley, eyeing the goons at the end. He inserted a piece of gum into his mouth and twirled the pocket knife in his hand, tossing it rather quickly and accurately. Trophies from a successful pick-pocketing. Light approached them, hoping for quick work and quick pay. [/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]