sxrapperâ:
There was a such a contradiction within Pipâs mind over this matter, it was true that he needed the business, or rather the credits that came with that business, but he hated people knowing about him, he preferred the small group of people that he regularly did business with. People knowing about him was stressful, not that he was doing anything wildly illegal, but the attention was what worried him.
He stopped digging through the scraps for a moment, peering under his arm before standing and turning to face the man. âWhen I get time yeah.â Pip once again began to dig through the scraps looking for what he knew was here. He didnât even bother to look at what the man was examining, âSure knock yaâ self out.â It was his last words that grabbed Pipâs attention, eyeing the man curiously he couldnât help but admit that he was interested in something of that nature. âSo youâre a ripper?â Narrowing his eyes he wouldnât give away his augs or what things heâd had custom done until he knew that the man could be trusted, not that a simple answer like that would prove something so complex.
âWhat can you do?â
Unfortunately, this was the way of the city. The more you tried to stay anonymous the more likely it was people would find out who you are. It was spiteful in a way, so much effort for naut, but it was what it was. So here they were, a scrapper and one of the Upperâs most influential surgeons attempting to figure out business around the differences between their lifestyles. He had the credits, this young man had the items he required.
âBusiness busy?â he inquired nonchalantly, interested in this young manâs business. âYou got a name lad?â With the permission given to have a look at the tech, long slender digits plucked the device up off the counter-top turning it over to inspect the state of the parts that had been set out.
âOf a sort,â he answered in the same passive sort of way he inspected the piece, a dichotomy crossing his tone between methodical nonchalance and diligent attention to detail. He set the piece down with both sets of index fingers and thumbs at the corner of the small metal square device, his eyes lifting to look at the young man. âYouâre speaking to the best aug- neurosurgeon in the business up top. The better question to ask is what canât I do.â











